#but it just sucks to work so fucking hard on a production and barely have any audience

[boomerang109]

one thing that sucks about theatre is that it literally is built around people coming to see it so no matter how good a production is, if there wasn’t good advertisement beforehand, it isn’t nearly as satisfying

#also it extra sucks that i had like 3-4 irls who said they were gonna come and they just didnt #and im not mad or anything. its spring break and also life happens and everything #but it just sucks to work so fucking hard on a production and barely have any audience #and even the audience thats here like. isnt people i know/care about #shout out to my one friend who DID come though and after giving me a tiny gift was like ‘okay i have to run my flight is like in four hours #I need to sleep’ THAT is more dedication than I would’ve given personally #but yeah to my irl who follows me if you see this I promise this isnt @ you #i just use tumblr like a diary #(but I gotta say I reaaaaally hope you don’t see this lmao) #but also i kept being like ‘okay i just need to hold out i KNOW this one specific irl is coming’ and they didnt :(( #and i cant even be upset cause theyre chronically ill and they were doing big things the rest of the weekend so I bet they were having #a flare today. AND they’re gonna take me to get blood drawn tmrw which is like. the biggest favor in the world #so like expecting them to come see a two and a half war play on top of that is excessive #but I just. I was really proud of this show and I am sad i didnt get to share it with any of my friends yknow? #(AND i wanted to be able to talk to people and then to the actors be like yeah this is my friend—- AND I COULDNT) #also my roommate literally told me last night she was coming and i don’t think she’s here #but im pretty sure she’s hungover so im not too surprised lmao #anywayyyy im just complaining its fine im excited to get HIGH and play viddy games tonight

[naomis-daydream]

on the throne // shuri udaku

summary: just read tbh….ok fine i’ll explain😒. being queen comes with a load of royal responsibilities; from border patrol, to technological advancements, and everything in between. though wakanda’s ruler realizes there’s a special someone she’s been neglecting. shuri’s come up short, and her wife’s coming to collect what’s hers.

warnings: pregnant!wife!reader. descriptions of pregnancy (obvs), teeny weeny bit of oral (shuri receiving). barely proofread.

a/n: this is the product of baby fever and ovulation😜 also this is a draft from forever ago, it kinda sucks so im dropping it under the cloak of night🥷🏽.

there were many things shuri loved about your body.

your hands, for instance. they always offered her a soothing rub or relaxing touch whenever she became stressed or overwhelmed with the weight of the crown. or something soft to hold as you spent evenings watching the wakandan sunset from the palace garden.

then there were your arms. shuri found that she only slept peacefully when yours were wrapped tightly around her middle. and if the royal ever woke to realize you rolled away, she’d assure she wiggled her way back into your grasp.

and bast your thighs. if the queen could spend the rest of her days between them, the soft, plush cushions, there’d be absolutely no resistance from the panther.

now it was worse, and it was all your fault. it was one of the many nights the queen spent inside you. somewhere between when she slowly pushed into you and when she brought you nearing your third high of the night, you had joked about her getting you pregnant. something about her having the genius and the looks to make a great gene pool. “fill me up, my queen,” you uttered, “give it to me. i want all of you.” you we’re fucking tantalizing.

it didn’t help that she had the science to make what originated as a lustful thought a reality.

now, seven months later, everything she loved about you only grew as your body changed. your natural curves only hypnotized her more as your hips widened and breasts swelled.

shuri also couldn’t help but smile when you wobbled cutely around your shared home due to the swell of your ankles, and while you refused to be helped with an act as simple as walking, you would feign resistance to shuri’s pleads to ease your pain before caving to let her massage your aching joints.

but the absolute worst part was the hormones. the cravings that made shuri tip-toe into the kitchen for you well after midnight, the hot flashes that would cause you to walk practically bare around the palace, and your sex drive, yours nearly matched that of her’s when she took the herb. though, only two of those things seemed to be prevailing today, where the only thing separating you from her was the thinnest dresses. it wasn’t unusual for you to forgo a bra this late into your pregnancy, but it seemed you’d forgotten any undergarments at all today as you sat on the lap of the queen, grinding helplessly into her thigh.

“yiza, mntwana,” you purred. come on, baby. “let me touch you.”

your wife squirmed from her place on the throne, hands on your hips as she guided you. you trailed your lips down her jaw to land on her pulse point before sucking intently.

while you were preoccupied, the woman took the chance to glance at the clock in the room, hissing slightly when noticing the time and when you sunk your teeth into her flesh. you were going to ruin her, she knew that much. the sad part is, she was gonna let you.

“the elders,” she whined, finding words rather hard when you moaned against her. “our meeting, they’ll be here in minutes!”

you pause your movements to lean up to her ear, whispering, “fuck the meeting.”

shuri threw her head back, sinking further into the the chair and further into the trap you set in motion the minute you walked into the room.

you always started by entering with a sweet smile, followed by asking her how her day was or what project she was working on. then you’d begin rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck while muttering sweet nothings and telling her she worked too hard. “let me take care of you,” you’d say, “you deserve to feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” and soon shuri would end up on her back, eyes wide shut as her legs were thrown over your shoulders and your fingers snug between her walls.

this time was different though. it had to be. the council meeting was nearing by the minute, and you showed no signs of waving the white flag.

“entle,” she began, licking her lips as she spoke. “i-i really think we should wait.” you continued to kiss her, attaching your lips to whatever skin you could reach as shuri continues. “once it’s over we can do whatever you want, my love.” her hands run over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently.

you pulled away from her, hands still cupping her cheeks. “i wanna do whatever i want now.”

“i know. i promise i-i’ll make it up to you.” she says, tilting her head up to look at you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. it’s sweet, the taste of her, and as much as you wanted more, she pulls away. “you better,” you scolded, “you’re the one who did this to me anyway.” you nod your head down to your stomach, stretching against the fabric of your maxi dress. the hormones had been driving you insane. and it didn’t help that shuri spent so much time away with all her new duties. this left you to take care of your own needs more often than you’d like to admit. you needed her. to feel her. while it might seem like you were caving, her majesty should’ve known better than too assume her wife would back down so easily.

your words bring a smile to shuri’s lips, a laugh escaping her as you sigh while you rise off of her, giving her a full view of your bump as you do so.

“whatever you want, mama.”

you hum a lazy response as your queen visibly relaxes, no longer antsy with your aroused antics. though she wasn’t in the clear just yet, you came here for a reason, and wouldn’t leave unfulfilled.

a simple idea sprouts in your head, and soon, a mischievous smile dances across your features as you reach back to unclasp your necklace. shuri raises a brow in question, but remains silent as you both watch the dainty jewelry slide down your chest and onto the floor, right between her feet.

“oops.”

the royal shakes her head, already having a clue of where this was headed. but you’re already sinking to your knees, eyes never leaving hers.

you rub your palms along the fabric of her black dress, reaching just below her knees. you play with the hem, eyeing the fickle fabric before tracing your fingertips higher. and higher. and high-

“thandiwe.” she warned.

beloved. how wholesome a name in contrast to your actions upon her. you peered up at her, batting your lashes at her. “yes, my queen?”

“we have ten minutes before our meeting-”

“i’ve made you come in less,” you continue, hooking your fingers around her underwear.

shuri wanted to protest, she really did, and she tried to. she mutters tiny objections at first, and you almost believe them, but the way she lifted her hips to help you remove her underwear, the way she whined when you tugged her to the throne’s edge, and the way she threw her head back with the first stripe you licked up her center told you all you needed to know. let’s face it, she knew she was done for the minute you walked in the room.

you begin to place gentle kisses to her clit, giving her a little stimulation, but not quite enough for her liking. shuri shudders above you, legs shaking gently. she began to realize just how long it’d been since the two of you had sex.

“still want me to stop?” you asked, tongue twirling around her entrance, to which she moaned in response. a light chuckle escapes your lips. “i’ll take that as a no.”

#naomis-daydreams #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri black panther #shuri x black!fem reader #letitia wright shuri #shuri x fem!reader #mcu shuri #shuri x black!reader #shuri udaku x reader

[lawrites]

Rubens Can Suck It!!

Sweet Gotham S1! Edward Nygma x Plus Size! Female Reader

You are having an awful day when someone leaves a note on your desk, describing your figure. It sets you off, and Ed is the one who seeks to comfort you.

This fic features a LOT of insecurities, specifically around being plus size. It talks about the feeling of being seen by others and how shitty some officers at the GCPD are. But Ed is sweet. No warnings beyond that EXCEPT some dirty thoughts from Ed 👀.

It's been an awful morning and it's only 8 AM.

As a woman who works in a field primarily made up of men, especially a plus size woman, you have made your confidence into your armor. Yeah some of the officers could be pigs, (most of them, actually), but you do love your body and how it looks, so it doesn't bother you.

You enjoy wearing bold colors, pretty dresses, structured pant suits, and even pencil skirts to work most days. They make you feel infallible, and you KNOW you look cute in them. No matter what those tiny men say, you can get through the day feeling good.

And usually...it works. There are some days that you think everyone struggles with their looks, no matter their size. It's what happens when your society is constantly screaming "YOU CAN BE BETTER BUY THIS PRODUCT" at you from all angles.

And so, while you are beating yourself up for letting your confidence slip, you decide to go ahead and make yourself more comfortable while you get it back. Especially because trying to force it wasn't working.

Every glance in the mirror was followed by a critical voice, today. Your hair just didn't sit right, your chosen outfit was too tight and the textures were bothering you, and the high heels you sometimes wear would clack and bring eyes to you. All of that sounded just...exhausting, especially when you just want to get through the day and go home without drawing any attention to yourself.

While usually a pair of eyes on you wouldn't bother you, the thought of Harvey Bullock only staring at your tits when he talks to you, or Jim glancing up and down in what he thinks is a subtle way, or any of the officers giggling when you walk by...yeah it would take only one thing to set you off today, you can tell.

So, while it isn't the most flattering outfit you own, you throw your hair into a ponytail and pull an oversized sweater and linen pants on. Comfy, cozy, still professional enough, and properly disguising your body from any eyes, appreciative or insulting.

After that rollercoaster of emotions while you were getting ready, you don't have time to stop for coffee on your way in, which just adds to your mood. And, of fucking course, some guy decided to begin terrorizing Gotham at 7 in the fucking morning, so all public transport is delayed.

You barely manage to get to your desk by 8 AM with no coffee and already in a bad mood. Setting your stuff down, you dig your palms into your eyes, trying to fight off the urge to just leave. A small slip of paper in neat handwriting makes you smile just a bit, though.

What is always found on the ground

But never gets dirty?

You struggle for a second, your brain moving at a slow pace thanks to the lack of coffee. That is, until you hear footsteps and something blocks the lights streaming in from the windows. You gasp and turn towards Edward Nygma, who is standing right next to you and casting a...

"Shadow!" You blurt out.

He gives you one of his sweet, tight-lipped smiles and nods. "Correct!"

You force a cheery tone to your voice so you don't spoil his mood. Ed may be a bit...odd, but he is one of your best friends here, and he doesn't deserve to be brought down just because you aren't in a good mood. "Great! How many is that so far, Eddie?"

He immediately recites, "That would be 85 riddles correctly guessed out of 90 I have shared with you. 3 you needed a hint for and 2 you did not solve entirely."

You cross your arms in mock anger. "Hey! I did my best! Those ones were hard. It's almost like you wanted me to fail or something."

He hurriedly scrambles to get the next sentence out, "Oh! Oh I would n-never! I j-just..."

Whoops, guess your bad mood made that "mock" anger sound more like actual anger. You take on a placating tone, "Ed, it's ok! I know you just enjoy riddles. And sometimes that big brain of yours makes up a new one that stumps me."

You laugh, maybe a bit bitterly, now, as your bad mood forces itself to the front again. The next sentence is nearly mumbled, "I mean, it must be difficult, sometimes, making puzzles for someone who isn't as smart as you."

Ed seems confused more than anything, now. "I'm...I'm not sure what brought that on, but writing down riddles for you every morning is f-fun for me!"

You sigh, twirling a pen from your desk in your hand to avoid eye contact. "It's just...it's just one of those days, Ed. I couldn't find an outfit that made me look nice..."

Ed interrupts you with his insistence, but he still stumbles over his words, "B-but you always look n-nice!"

Your smile comes out as a grimace, "You're sweet, Ed, but everyone doesn't think so." You glance around to make sure that your next words aren't overheard. "I know that I can usually brush cruel insults away, because I try to tell myself I'm beautiful..." You choke out the last part of your sentence, cutting yourself off before you get too emotional in the middle of the office.

You get up and decide to leave the main lobby to get some of the shitty coffee from the break room. At least there you could better disguise the tears in your eyes. "It's really not a big deal, Ed. I guess I'm just not myself, today. Give it a day or two and I'll be more amusing."

And without waiting for a response, you hurry off.

He stands there awkwardly for a few moments, unsure how to respond to the dismissal you just gave him. Usually the two of you would talk for at least 5 more minutes.

Wracking his brain as he walks away, he tries to think of something to cheer you up.

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Rubens

Flashes of his paintings fly through Ed's mind as he attempts to type out a sweet note to you. Every time he gets a glance of a plush thigh or your soft belly, he thinks of how he painted Venus, the Goddess of Beauty.

A voice he's been trying to avoid for a while now pipes up, Yeah, Goddess of only beauty? I'm sure that's all you're thinking about, Ed. How about Goddess of Se-

Ed cuts the voice off before it can finish that thought, but now he is unfortunately thinking about it, even at work. Rubens didn't paint all of his women clothed, especially Venus. Her nude form fuses with yours in Ed's mind, haunting him, taunting him.

There's just...so much he can play with. Your body...so much he can sink his long fingers into. He goes back to your belly, what he has ascertained to be the main source of your insecurity. He empathizes with that, but all he can think of whenever you wear something tight is bending you over in the medical lab on site and holding onto that plush belly as he-

Again, he cuts himself off. He would like to think that the other voice took over again there, but those thoughts were all him. He adjusts himself a bit as he sits at his desk, trying to be subtle.

Then he looks back at the screen in front of him, remembering your mood today, and that hits him like a bucket of cold water. He curses the tears in your eyes from old insecurities popping up again. He has seen you become more and more confident in your time at the GCPD, learning to ignore the pigs that giggle at everything that isn't "normal" to them.

Ed knows that feeling, and especially the taunts from those cops, well. He's off, to them. He never quite knows when to start or end a conversation, and he injects his interests even when he knows people are tired of them.

And that's why he likes (loves) you. You always smile and try with his riddles. You even continue to talk to him after, and are interested in who he is outside of work! That's rare. And if he could return that joy you have given him every day, it would be worth it for the possibility of you figuring out his true thoughts.

Unfortunately, while he has a mind for riddles, analytics, and all things mathematical, he has not been as blessed with poetry. So he wants to type this out...if nothing else than to keep you from feeling like you owe him something.

He types and deletes and types and deletes, looks at the clock, drums his fingers on the desk, and then types slowly this time. Reading it over, he nods at what he has written. It's not amazing, but he hopes it will make you feel like there are people in the office that are on your side, maybe even a secret admirer.

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And now you're soaking wet. You just wanted to escape your desk and get a simple sandwich and the sky decided that it was a perfect time to begin a deluge right before you got back to the GCPD building. Why? God hates you, apparently. There's no other explanation that would satisfy your overdramatic mind at this point in time.

Luckily you managed to keep your precious food dry by stuffing it under your coat, but the rest of you is definitely not so lucky. You huff and start towards your desk. Bullock sees you on the way, starts a sentence of some sort, (most likely to quip at your condition), but the glare you send his way shuts him up immediately.

You end up collapsing at your desk and peeling off your outer coat, feeling the air conditioning of the building start to combine with your wet clothes to make a chill seep into your bones. Trying to ignore it but unable to suppress a shiver, you place your food on your desk...wait...is that? It is! Someone left a little typed note to you under the bag.

You pick up the note, giving it a quick glance to see if there was anything to connect it to someone. There are no initials or name...hmmm.

Your eyes read over the words on the page once...twice. And your heart shatters. How could...why would...how could someone be so heartless that they would taunt you today of all days?

There is a group of those rude, awful officers that like to congregate together around the water cooler, gossiping and laughing at anyone who wasn't them. But right now, one of them is talking while looking directly at you, and when he stops he throws his head back in laughter, with the rest following.

Holding back a sob, you crumple the letter in your hand and get out of the room as fast as you can without running. As soon as you are out of their sight, tears start streaming down your face and you run to a nearby empty room. It doesn't even matter what it is, you just care that it's empty and safe and lock the door behind you, collapsing against a wall and trying to catch your breath as you gasp for air.

You hold that position for only about 30 seconds, trying to muffle your sobs so they couldn't be heard by anyone outside, but apparently you weren't quiet enough. A quiet knock sounds on the door.

Tap tap tap

You do your best to school your voice, but it still comes out shaky as you reply "Please find another room."

But the voice that filters through the door is one you recognize well.

"Y-you looked cold, so I brought you an emergency blanket. Oh! And a-also your lunch."

You let out a sob, unable to stifle it. "T-thank you, Ed." And you walk over to the door to unlock it, opening it just a tad so he can't see your state.

But Ed is observant, and even with what little you present to him, he can see you are massively upset. Your eyes are bloodshot, and you are trembling, whether from the cold or from your current emotions, that he can't tell. He tries his best to gather some courage.

"W-would you mind if I sat with you for l-lunch?" He holds up your bag of food and you notice that his own lunch is clasped in his hand behind it.

Quickly, you try to consider if you are ready to fully cry in front of Ed, but his kind, if nervous, smile and his own insistence on joining you made you certain that he wouldn't be too judgemental.

You turn your head to the side to try and hide it a bit more as you step back to open the door. Your arm sweeps over to gesture to where you were sitting. "Be my guest, Mr. Nygma."

This makes him let out a nervous chuckle, but he enters anyway. You close the door behind him and lock it.

"I hope you don't mind, I just don't want anyone to see me...well..."

He nods, "That is perfectly understandable."

You both stand awkwardly for a few moments, but you eventually feel the floor calling to you again, so you nestle against the wall where you previously had collapsed. Ed slowly settles down at a respectable distance from you, his gangly limbs shuffling until he finds a comfortable position.

When he hands you your bag of food, he decides it's better to talk about what happened than sit in silence. "M-may I ask why you are upset?" You glance at him, and your eyes start to fill with tears again. He hurriedly starts to stutter through another sentence, "Oh! B-but if you p-prefer not to talk about it, t-that's ok!"

You shake your head, glancing down at the floor. "I just...I guess people like to take advantage of you when you're down sometimes, Ed."

You sigh, but begin feeling more angry than sad. "I mean, I've been in a bad mood all day, I got rained on when I was just trying to get some food, and then some asshole leaves me this."

You open your hand to reveal the crumpled note to Ed. He keeps his face as neutral as he can, recognizing it. Oh no, you fucked up, Ed! The voice in his head gleefully taunts.

Your sniffle brings him back, and you look down at the note, spreading it out so you can read it out loud.

"While you are not seen by others as a beauty

I cannot keep myself from glancing at your desk.

Your figure is full, and yet one word sticks truly,

I can only describe you as such: Rubenesque."

Ed ponders over the poem, while a bit rudimentary, it was full of his true compliments to you. But your face crumples when you get to the last word, stuttering it out.

Your eyes look to him, "I mean, Ed! How could someone write this?"

You see his face scrunch in confusion. "I admit, I do not quite understand. I see nothing wrong with the note?"

Feeling frustration well inside of you, you gesture with your hands wildly. "Nothing wrong? It's that word, Rubenesque!! It's an insult, I know it, especially with how those assholes were glancing at me as I read it, laughing once I was done."

Ed seems to be more confused now. "I was not aware it was an insult?"

You nod, and remember all of the times you have heard it in the past, "It's always been used by people who want to try and appear to be kind, but truly aren't. They call me Rubenesque in this snide tone, like it's something they can barely stand to spit out of their mouths."

Ed tries to interrupt, but you continue, softer now. "I just don't know Ed. The whole note seems to be mocking me...calling me full figured and not a beauty. Am I really that bad?" He shakes his head while you feel tears starting again, so you look down at the floor.

Now at a whisper, you barely get out the next words. "I just...I don't even want someone to like me anymore. I just want them to leave me alone." With that vulnerable confession, you sob, and bring your hands to your face, trying desperately to cover it. A shiver runs through you again.

After a few beats, you feel warmth around you, and you glance up to see that Ed has moved closer to cover you with the blanket he brought. His long arms stay in place in a hug after he positions it, keeping you close to him. You are a bit taken aback, as the most that Ed has touched anyone in the past was maybe a handshake.

He leans down so you can hear him, his voice more sure, now, even if it is soft. "Do you know about the painter, Rubens?"

You shake your head. "Is that where the term comes from?" He nods. Not feeling charitable, you grab the blanket and bring it closer around you as you grumble out, "Rubens can suck it."

He lets out a giggle at that, and you feel your heart warm at the noise. "I understand that you feel it is an insult...would you mind if I explain what it really means?"

You nod, because even if it is as bad as you make it out to be, at least you can hear his voice as he explains it.

One of his hands strokes the blanket surrounding you, right on top of your arm. "Rubens painted many different subjects, but the descriptor of Rubenesque usually refers to his nude paintings of women. Specifically, women like Venus."

You lift up your head to look at him. "Venus as in the Goddess of Beauty?"

He nods, gently. "Yes, among...other things." His eyes darken for just a moment before returning to his informative rant. "The women he paints are known to be full-figured, yes, but they are beautiful because of that, in my opinion."

You sit as still as you can, barely breathing, wanting to hear every word he says. A long finger comes under your chin and guides your face until you are looking right at him. "I wrote you that note. I think you are the definition of beauty."

And with that, he brings you gently forward, looking in your eyes the whole time. You let him, and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss you share is sweet and short, but it fills you with a giddiness that makes you feel like a teen experiencing her first kiss again.

You separate smiling at each other, and Ed reaches up to kiss your forehead. "I apologize for upsetting you. I was trying to be a secret admirer."

You chuckle, "Yeah, well, it didn't help that I read the note as uncharitably as I could." You glance up at him, "I'm sorry for crumpling it up in anger."

He shakes his head. "D-don't apologize. I'll write you as m-many bad poems as you want." One of his long arms slowly moves down, and a finger traces your hip over the blanket. "Is this ok?"

You feel a warmth spark through you again as he makes contact, and all you trust yourself to do is nod. He nuzzles into your neck, whispering in your ear.

"I want you to know, right now, so there is no doubt, I love your body. These hips, your plush belly...even your soft arms." You feel his warm breath on your ear, and it makes you shudder. "They all remind me of art, and they make me want to..."

He trails off, and brings his hand away from your hip quickly, as if burned. You miss his touch, already, and confusedly ask, "What? Ed?"

You can't tell anything from his neutral face, but he gets up, suddenly, grabbing your lunches together again. "Let's find a better place for lunch, more comfortable...maybe with a table."

You nod, standing up with him. As you position the blanket around you, Ed wraps an arm around your waist.

"A-and...if you would like...have dinner with me tonight. I'll cook for you and...tell you more of my thoughts."

Your cheeks heat up, and his do as well. "Ed, I..." You think for a moment. "I'd love to have dinner with you."

He grins at you, again-one of his sappy, closed mouth grins-and leads you out of the room in his embrace. The two of you chat and giggle, seeking out a proper place for lunch and ignoring all of the stares you get. If you have each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter.

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#lawrites #plus size reader #x reader #reader #plus size fic #gotham #gotham x reader #edward nygma x reader #gotham rogues x reader #gotham edward nygma

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Safe In Your Dreams

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warnings: angst, major character death, fluff

Summary: You don't know what you have until it's not there anymore.

Square Filled: drowning in their sorrows for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Come on, if we hurry, we might make it before the trailers are over,” you giggle.

“Are you sure we should be doing this? I have money.”

“And give it to those corporate assholes? You know barely any of the money goes to the theaters. They all go to the production company that makes the movies. I’ve done this once or twice. They don’t care if you sneak in. All they care about are their popcorn and food sales. That’s why they’re priced so high. That’s how they make their money.”

Spencer looks unsure about sneaking into a theater, and you yank open the back door with a smile.

“We’re gonna get caught.”

“Sure, with that attitude. Just tilt your chin up and pretend like you know where you’re going. Works every time.” Still, the unsure look doesn’t leave Spencer’s face. “If it really means that much to you, we can do it the normal way and go through the front.”

Spencer might be part of the FBI but who doesn't indulge in a little rebellious act every once in a while? Spencer takes your hand with a smile and steps toward you.

“Lead the way.”

“I knew you were a bit of a bad boy,” you joke and lead him inside the theater.

You lead Spencer inside the movie theater and away from anyone who might kick you out. There is a movie showing you’ve been wanting to see and happened to drag your boyfriend along with you for the ride. There is popcorn in your bag that you popped yourself so you don’t have to buy the theater’s popcorn.

You two walk into the theater you want and head to the very back so as not to bother anyone else. It’s a cheesy horror movie that has you laughing rather than screaming. Spencer isn’t a huge fan of horror but loves movies like these because it’s something you love to do.

Another thing you love to do with Spencer that he also enjoys is playing min-golf. You two clearly don’t know what you’re doing but it doesn’t matter because you’re having fun.

“Spencer, I think you’re doing it wrong,” you giggle.

He holds the golf club at an angle and hits the ball but it goes nowhere near the hole. It bounces off several walls and goes back to where he started.

“I suck at this game,” he smiles.

“Let me show you how it’s done.”

You walk to the front and set your ball down. You look at the hole on the other end of the course and bring your club back only to hit it super hard. The ball not only goes flying, it flies right into the set instead of on the grass. This course is a pirate’s theme so there are wooden pirates everywhere, and the ball nearly takes off one of their heads.

The couple behind you stares at you in judgment for acting like children. You two are giggling like school girls, but the couple doesn’t think it’s funny.

“Maybe you should play the right way,” the woman says.

“Maybe you should mind your fucking business,” you snap.

The woman is shocked you talked to her that way, and you turn to Spencer with a giggle. She storms off to presumably get security which means you and Spencer have to go before you get in trouble.

“It’s not good for an FBI agents to be caught with petty vandalism.”

“Then we better not get caught!”

Mini golf might not be the best date idea since you and Spencer can’t play for shit, but the kind of dates you love taking Spencer on are beach dates. The perfect time of day to go is when the sun is setting since the clouds are bright pink, orange, and purple, and the sun makes the water shimmer magically.

“Are you ready?” you grin at Spencer.

“As ready as you can be.”

“Don’t push me this time.”

The water crashes on the shore, and you and Spencer run from the water. You two look like little kids who don’t want to get wet but you don’t care. Once the water recedes back into the ocean, you and Spencer walk closer to water. The waves crash onto the shore again, and tyou and Spencer take off running away from it. The water splashes on the back of your ankles, and you squeal at how cold it is. The East Coast waters are a lot warmer than the West Coast, but it’s still winter.

Spencer scoops you up into his arms and walks closer to the water that has receded.

“Don’t drop me,” you giggle and hold onto him.

When the water crashes onto the shore, Spencer attempts to run from it but ends up slipping and falling. He turns so that you land on him instead of the ground, but the water washes over both of you. You scream playfully from how cold the water is and Spencer shivers from the temperature. You lean down and kiss him just as another wave washes upon you.

Though, the best date you’ve ever been on with Spencer is when he took you to a rooftop restaurant. He had to work late because of the BAU but managed to get a reservation a the restaurant since he was friends with the chef. Since it was past closing time, there was no one else on the roof but you two, and it overlooked the city which only added to how romantic it was.

“Damn, you can see everything up here,” you say. “It’s very beautiful.”

Spencer stares at you as you admire the city below. “Yeah, it is.”

Soft music is flowing through the speakers, and Spencer gets up and extends his hand to you. The chef has your orders so while you wait, Spencer wants to fill the time with dancing. You look away from the city and blush at his hand. When you grab his hand, he pulls you into him so that your head is resting on his cheat. You can hear his heartbeat underneath your ear which releases an abundance of endorphins in your head.

Your hand is so small compared to his, so he envelopes yours completely. Everything else in your life goes away because the only thing you can focus on is Spencer and this moment. You’re so in love with him that it’s overwhelming and consuming. You’ve never felt this way about another person before.

You’re not sure where you’d be without him in your life.

A few weeks after that rooftop date, you and Spencer are in the park near your shared apartment. It’s nearing midnight so there aren’t any kids playing around. It’s just you and Spencer which is all that you want. You two are swinging lightly on the swings, and you look up at the stars that twinkle for you.

“Do you still read the book I made for you?” he suddenly asks.

You look at him and slightly frown.

“No, I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too painful, I guess. It reminds me of you and I get really sad,” you sigh.

“I see,” he nods.

“I hope you’re not mad.”

“Mad at a cute little thing like you? Never.” He stops swinging and looks at you seriously. “I do have to go, though.”

“No, please stay,” you whimper.

“I can’t darling. I promise I’ll be back soon.”

He gets off the swing and approaches you from the front. He pulls you close and kisses your head. You close your eyes to savor this moment but when you open them, you’re in your bedroom. The room is dull in color and the curtains are drawn closed to prevent light from coming through.

The alarm clock reads seven AM. You should be at work. You should be with your team. Instead, you roll to the empty spot in bed and bring Spencer’s pillow closer to you. You stain the sheet with your tears as you force yourself to go to sleep.

Your dreams are the only place you get to see Spencer now.

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I have no idea if requests are open but… perhaps a sub!Knoxville for the New Year?? Love your writing 😍

In Charge

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Johnny has been trailing you around at work all day, desperate for your touch. You deal with him when you finally get home

A/n: Sorry for being so late... anyways my return fic its been like what? two weeks? Also ty anon! happy very belated new year to you too!

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, edging, oral (F!Receiving) , sub/dom dynamics

2.2k words 

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“I need you” Johnny whispered in your ear, taking your hand and bringing it down to feel his crotch before you tore it away.

“I’m working PJ.” You placed your headset back over your ears, pretending you had something so much more important do to, stomping off to find Jeff.

Sure you could’ve taken a quick break to help your boyfriend out but what was the fun in that when you could see him all whiny and desperate for your touch for the whole day? Every time he spotted you alone, scanning over your clipboard and talking to various crew members about production issues he’d hobble over like a lost puppy, pleading with you to suck him off or to let him fuck you in his trailer. It was like when he got horny he turned into a whimpering mess, like a teenager who hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Despite his compulsive pleading you’d never give in, only working him up until you could deal with him when you got home.

“PJ if you don't stop coming over here and begging me to fuck you you’re getting nothing when we get back. Do you understand?”

Johnny looked down at his shoes shamefully.

“I’m harder than Portland cement sweetheart. What am I meant to do?”

You looked around to make sure no one was paying you mind before tugging Johnny’s chin up to face you, angry look in your eyes. 

“Don’t come til I can deal with you then, since you want me so bad.”

Johnny groaned, realising he really had pulled the short end of the straw but you were off again before he could verbally protest/throw a toddler-like tantrum. Sex with you made him eager for it whenever he possibly could, something that became a blessing and a curse. 

It was a long day of shooting after that ultimatum, Johnny screwing up the simplest lines when his mind was clouded, whether his hard-on had subsided or not. You revelled in watching him get all flustered and frustrated, knowing it was your doing though the cast and crew were not too thrilled about the extra time spent reshooting over and over.

Eventually the end of the day came and Johnny practically ran three red lights trying to beat the traffic, his grip on the wheel tightening as he shot you nervous side glances, trying to determine what he was in for. Your expression remained stone cold, eyes fixed on the road ahead, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 

Once you arrived at the house and made your way to your bedroom, you instructed Johnny to sit on the bed as you sat on the armchair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other.

“Aren’t you gonna come over here?” He asked, brows knitting together in desperation. 

“Take your clothes off.” is all you responded with, leaning back and getting comfortable while your boyfriend stripped off until he was completely bare, appearing a little abashed.

“Am I the only one getting naked tonight?” 

You bit back a grin.

“Maybe later, have to see if you’re good first.” 

Johnny sighed, leaning back on his arms as he awaited your input.

“You can touch yourself.” 

His brow quirked before he spat on his hand and reached down to pump his already hardening cock slowly, eyes locking into yours with deep-set lust. You admired him as he pleasured himself, thumb swiping over his tip just how you would. 

“Wish it was your hand. Or your tongue.” He spoke lowly, never ceasing eye contact.

“Too bad you were nagging me all day. Maybe if you weren't so desperate it would be me making you feel good.” 

Johnny shook his head at your snarky reply, hand beginning to pick its pace up. 

“So what's the punishment here, I jerk off in front of you while you squeeze your thighs together?” 

Nothing slipped past that man. You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves tugging your shirt off, your bra remaining on. 

“Well that's something to work with.” Johnny bit his lip, jacking off even quicker at the sight of you a little less clothed. 

You could tell by the way his breath hitched and the pumps became erratic that he was close.

“Don’t come.” 

“What?” Johnny croaked out, panting.

“I said.” You leaned forward and reached around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your chest, 

“Don't come.”

Johnny’s face fell as soon as he realised what you meant.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he worked himself to the edge before pulling his hand away, squeezing his eyes tightly while feeling the orgasm die away. 

“Good boy.”

“Don’t.”

You giggled, that was never a nickname Johnny appreciated. 

“You’re such a bitch you know that?” 

“Awww but you love me.” You fake pouted.

Johnny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms.

“I’d love you a little more if you’d help me out.” He nodded down to his erection, red and angry, a pleading look in his eye. You smirked before unbuttoning your pants and shimmying them off, Johnny catching an excited grin. He bit his lip and appeared as smug as ever as your pants were discarded, you leaning back into your chair.

“Go again.”

Johnny’s face dropped once more

“You’re fucking with me doll.”

You smiled, shaking your head as your boyfriend groaned, returning his hand to his cock. 

“See you’d do anything I’d tell you wouldn’t you?”

Johnny angled his hips upward and let his mouth hang open a bit, eyes never leaving yours.

“Anything.” He murmured, shaking his head.

You reached your hand down to rub yourself over your clothed clit, Johnny’s eyes flicking immediately down to examine your movements. He released a strained moan as he got himself closer to the edge for the second time, your display offering a helping hand. 

“Don’t come.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, his hand not ceasing.

“I know the drill baby.”

Your fingers moved faster to match Johnny’s, your orgasm looming over you. Eventually the both of you almost made it, about to tip over but promptly removed your hands and fingers as soon as the other did. Matched noises of annoyance were heard followed by synced pants. Johnny looked over to you, his eyes dripping with pure lust. 

“You gonna let me touch you now?” 

You bit back a grin, nodding him over as your eyes hung low. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to you, tall body looming. He bent down and kissed you, your lips locking together before he sleazily slipped his tongue in. As you sloppily made out you began pushing his shoulders down, urging him to get on his knees which he complied in doing. You pulled away from each other, Johnny’s hands now rubbing the sides of your thighs, fingers looping under the band of your panties. 

“If you do a good job I’ll fuck you.” 

Johnny slipped your underwear off of you.

“I always do a good job.” 

You pulled his head up from his hair to stop him from diving in.

“Don’t be so cocky or you won’t come today.”

Johnny sighed.

“Yes ma’am.”

Light kisses were littered along your inner thighs, little kitten licks added to some before he was at your heat, glancing up at you as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly. You bit your lip as your breathing increased, fingers dragging through Johnny's scalp. His mouth moved down to your entrance, adding more tongue while his nose pressed against your clit.

“You’re already soaking.” He murmured into you, the hot breath adding even more pleasure. 

Your hips bucked forward into Johnny’s face the faster his tongue moved, fingers beginning to sneak up, rubbing through your folds. You continued your steady strings of moans as a finger pushed into you, Johnny’s lips latching back onto your clit to suck. You tugged his hair as he added another finger, moving them in and out as fast as he sucked.

“Fuck baby.” You threw your head back, Johnny's eyes flicking up to look at your expression, smiling smugly against your heat.

His cycle of fingers and tongue quickened until you were worked to the very edge, your eyes shut tightly as you focused on coming on your boyfriend’s fingers. You released with a load moan, hips involuntarily bucking forward against Johnny as you did so. Johnny’s fingers continued for a moment before slowing to a stop, letting your clit go with a pop and removing his soaking digits. 

You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend, taking his wrist in your hand and moving his fingers towards his lips, pushing them into his mouth so he could taste you. His drooping eyes were locked into yours as he sucked them dry, whimpering quietly. After you figured he’d had enough you pulled his fingers away from him, instead swiping the spit that coated his soft lips around them with your thumb and leaning down to kiss him. You kissed for a few seconds before standing up, pushing Johnny to his feet as well before shoving him back down to sit down on the armchair, straddling him as his eyes glimmered with glee. 

“Fucking finally.” He whispered, smiling smugly as you sat yourself down just in front of his cock.

You extended your hand wordlessly, Johnny catching the memo and promptly spitting on your hand, allowing for you to pump his rock hard length for a few moments. Johnny bit back the moan that was brewing in his throat, head pushing against the back of the chair trying to suppress his pleasure. 

“I think you made me wait too long. I’m gonna come in T-5 seconds.” Johnny moved your hand away to stop you bringing him any closer to the edge that was already so near. 

“You can take it.” 

You pushed yourself up onto your knees and positioned Johnny’s cock so it was right at your entrance, tracing it through your folds for a moment before sinking down, earning a moan from both parties. 

Johnny’s hands on your waist tightened, head lulling forward onto your tits as he braced himself, the feeling of your cunt too orgasm-inducing to bear. 

“It’s always like it’s the first time with you.” He laughed, eyes shutting tightly.

You pulled Johnny up from his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

“It’s alright, we all gotta lose our virginity at some point.” 

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed. 

“Would a virgin eat pussy like that?” He kissed your nipple as he stared up at you before you sunk down again, building a slow rhythm. 

“Stop being so cocky. Who’s in charge here?” 

You furrowed your brows as you quickened your pace in an effort to derail Johnny's snappy comments even if they turned you on. Your means were successful as Johnny’s eyes shut once again, mouth falling slightly agape. 

“I said-” 

You moved forward to whisper into his ear, grinding against him while fully bottomed out. 

“Who’s in charge here?” You uttered, hot breath sending shivers down Johnny’s spine causing him to let out a low groan.

“You.” He croaked out, voice strained from pleasure. 

You hummed in approval, kissing the shell of his ear as you switched back to bouncing on his cock, the change of speed forcing Johnny’s eyes shut. You revelled in the sensation of being filled up as well as your boyfriend’s contorted expression. The closer you came to coming, the tighter you squeezed your cunt, eliciting a desperate moan from Johnny.

“Fuck I’m gonna come doll.” 

You kept up your bouncing even when the squeeze of Johnny’s fingers into the skin of your waist was a sign to how close he really was.

“Hold on for another minute baby, I’m close too.” 

You pushed the hair off of Johnny’s forehead as he released a disappointed whimper. Having already been edged that night he was not looking forward to waiting any longer. Lucky for him, the feeling of his tip pressing into your g spot was hurtling you towards your orgasm, your hands digging into Johnny’s neck and increased moans giving a warning. The band in your stomach finally snapped, Johnny having to buck his hips up into you to chase his own impending orgasm. As you convulsed, the after effects of your big finish washing over you, Johnny came inside of you, the groan he let out being long and much needed. He held your hips down, not letting go as you felt him paint your insides, coming for at least ten seconds.

“Jesus that was a big load.” You smirked, Johnny burying his head into your chest.

“Fuck off.” He mumbled. 

After a minute of silence you got off of your boyfriend’s lap, trailing off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, leaving him to lay fucked out on the armchair.

“You know when you're following me around and begging me to fuck you in future, it won't end like this.” You called out, a hint of sarcasm in your words. 

“I know.” 

Johnny sighed, moving himself from the chair to planting his stomach flat on the bed, bare ass out in the open. You laughed as you re-emerged. 

“You know it’s only like seven o’ clock right?”

“G’night.”

End. 

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[mdhwrites]

Have you seen the leaked TOH pilot and pitch bible yet? IMO it’s crazy how most of it is better than the final product.

I have! And... I don't know if I entirely agree with that.

What I found most fascinating about it is that a lot of the contradictions and issues of scope with TOH that doomed it are still in the pitch bible itself. Just some quick examples of what I'm talking about: When talking about themes, they talk about Fantasy versus Reality but it's as shallow as it is in the show. After all, one of the episode concepts pitched within it features a plot that has Luz literally going "This is just like in my fanfiction!" and being better able to handle it because of that.

It builds up the emperor of the land and Belos (known as Oberon) when talking about them but NONE of the plotlines include Oberon in the episode pitches or even mention the coven system for that matter. They are still barely a thing to the show with the only episode concept about that part of the show being the one about William.

An utter lack of real stakes like how King has to face the deep crises of a decision of either being a lackey to the people he used to run with while also losing any chance to ever reclaim his lost power... Or he can save Eda and Luz and lose the chance to work with these people again. That's not really a compelling decision, is it?

The pitch also claims that the show will mostly be about Luz and Eda's relationship and how Luz's determination will push Eda to be a better person... And most of the episodes pitched are still not actually about the two spending time together. Just Eda making Luz upset so she goes off to do her own thing, just like the same problem as in the actual series.

You actually have MORE characters in this version which sucks harder for trying to narrow things down, especially since more of them are disconnected from each other than before. At least Boscha, unlike Pascha, has a connection to literally anyone in the main cast.

You also have stupidity with your magic still. "Look! I need to work hard to make small objects float!" And apparently that's enough to make all of Hexside lose their fucking minds. WHY!? In 90% of settings, that is as basic as the light spell Luz learns. It's why it's one of the first spells Harry learns.

Oh and let's not forget "Almost all known portals to the human realm have been severed" but apparently Amity has access to one of those known portals freely enough to attend two schools. It's a small thing but it would cause problems in theory.

BUT.

I will give credit to this: Luz is MUCH more compelling in this version. I think if there is something that is just unequivocally true, it's that. She is way less inoffensively nerdy, instead her interests being more upfront and troublesome, helping explain why that would be why she is rejected and not because, you know, she puts people in danger. Also her rise to power is just better.

Arguably, Luz in canon is a chosen one essentially from episode FOUR onwards. Now, this is up for debate but being given a power almost out of nowhere, with no training, that no one else has, is usually a sign of a chosen in a narrative. Episode 4 is when she gets the light glyph. She doesn't work for it, it's not a big character growth moment, etc. like that. She mostly just oops into it. Making it that Luz ACTUALLY has to work for her magic and the show actually has to explore how the magic works, making it so she has something to learn is just strictly better, especially for the concept of her learning to be a witch. Eda would actually be able to teach her something instead of shrugging and going "Welp, good luck!"

I will say that the bible does also lean more into an adventurous aspect though. This version of episodes would easily be more fantastical and include more magic in them which would help the Isles not feel so much like our realm. I will say the fact that there's also active anti-human prejudice also would be good because then Luz being human would, you know... Matter. Not that the Isles is really given a personality even here besides the oppression they're theoretically under. It's still a very generic fantasy setting.

A lot of the rest though? It's really not that unique or different from the show itself. Lilith is almost exactly the same, Tibbles is just Gus but a demon, there are slightly more restrictions on things like being human or magic but, you know, the show didn't care about its one law, why would it care about three? Even Amity, who does look better on here, is only because it's on paper. This is literally just Amity's pitch in S1 after all. All the reasons people loved Amity are here.

Conceptually it is fine but I am surprised about how not only this got picked up but also how it was greenlit so heavily as to get a pilot animatic, with voice acting, based on these concepts. There's just some very clear cleaning up that needs to be done, basic questions on its own setting and own logic that isn't even playing into the comedy/fantasy angles that could let you let it pass. It's not all of them or even the majority but a skeptical prereader could even raise these basic sorts of inconsistencies like the ones I brought up above. After all, this is half a season's worth of episodes pitched and a fifth of them are still going to Amity and more of them have Luz directly interacting with King than they do Eda.

There's a final thing I have to bring up due to it being why I think the show changed so drastically from this pitch bible to its final form: This is way more complicated. TOH already has extremely decompressed storytelling and too many elements working in tandem. Meanwhile, every character is MORE complicated in this one and less connected to each other, necessitating that each, except maybe Eda, will take more time to get through their stuff. The writing team either had to sharpen how much they could do in an episode or simplify and congregate elements. We see this a LOOOOT in S2A, especially Escaping Expulsion, where it seems the writers went "Even with three whole seasons planned, we don't have enough time to do everything we want to, the way we like to, so we need to start cutting and simplifying even more than before."

One example of this that's really easy: In the pitch bible, Willow is a random witch who lives near Eda. Well that means she'll likely either take time out of a couple episodes as she's introduced or take up an entire episode just for herself. Tibbles is also just on their own, like in the show. Introducing both of these characters is not really an option. However, put them both into Hexside and suddenly you can introduce three characters at the same time organically, like we saw with I Was a Teenage Abomination.

Luz just being gifted magic is another element to this. Her having to actually experiment for every spell and having to have a real system to her spells limits what she can do but also means spending a LOT more time on her magic. You can't just have a flower open up and give her the glyph of the day as easily, nor have her be able to throw her spells around as she wants. Making it so she just needs reams of paper and/or a marker makes it a lot easier and simpler to have her start casting magic.

This version of TOH would have SHATTERED under its own scope while the current version mostly bends and cracks from it. However, if people do use this to go "FUCK DISNEY EVEN HARDER!" I won't be surprised. Grand scope ALWAYS looks better on paper than it does in action. It sounds epic and multi-faceted and complex. The problem is that it still has to fit its format and it is MUCH harder to execute on than a more simple concept.

There's a reason the only perfect project is the one you never do because you can promise the world without ever having to deliver. So, while it's nice to see an earlier version, I am by no means going to say this would have been a better version of TOH.

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Sorry for anyone hoping for a link to the pitch bible btw. I just don't have one as I got given it as a document.

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

i know theres so much talk about bunny kappa, or just general bunny rory... but please, can we talk about puppy rory characters? i need my fill!! puppy danny? puh-leeeease bro. or even puppy gabe? possum... he just Is Puppy. i need some headcanons or something!!

Can we all take a moment to talk about puppy!Gabe because…uhm, I need him…like now?

Also, dearest nonnie, can I point you towards my Masterlist? I have three full puppy!Kappa fics on there. Closer, Worship I and Worship II <3

Please excuse this being a bit short but the current heatwave is not for me and just yesterday I wrote 3.6k words about Gabriel losing his virginity…my brain is in “power saving” mode.

Smutty puppy!Gabriel HCs under the cut! 18+!

🐶 Okay, let’s start with what plopped into my head first thing while thinking about it: Gabe would be the most playful and bubbly puppy ever! Oh, he’d be so happy to be your good little puppy boy at any given chance.

Gabriel would go full-on service sub-puppy, for sure! Being very attentive to your needs but especially your mood, always looking out for you after a long and hard day at work, determined to cheer you up if your coworkers were too dense to get anything even barely productive going again.

🐶 At first, he might have been a bit shy around the idea of wearing a collar 24/7 but after you bought him a very pretty one, made out of smooth black leather that would caress his neck just right, not too tight or itchy, he fell for it even harder than you did. In addition to that, you bought a fitting, silver dog tag with his name engraved on it to attach to the O-ring of the collar, making sure to remind him to whom he belonged all around the clock…but really? Gabriel wouldn’t need any reminder of that at all because he’d be all about you all day every day.

🐶 Whenever you’d come home stressed from work, he’d personally sit you down on the couch, get you a fizzy beverage of your liking straight from the fridge and proceed to go down on you whilst you decompressed from the hectic shift. I’m a firm believer that Gabe would get himself in an eager frenzy, getting oh so desperately worked up by just eating you out, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal would have him lapping at your clit like a man parched. This fine puppy boy right here would make sure to get you off good and at least twice before he’d let you get up from the cushioned sofa again, looking up to you from between your thighs with wide and beaming blue eyes, asking if you felt satisfied with his services.

At that, you’d pet his head thoroughly, letting him know just how much of a perfectly obedient and well-behaved puppy he was for you and how much you appreciate owning him as your puppy. You’d make sure to never take him for granted!

🐶 Oh lawd, don’t get me started on how excited Gabriel would be when he gets to fuck you. At first, he’d be so sweet and gentle with you, kissing you all over, needily sucking at your tits while his fingers draw over your clit to make sure that you are all wet and aroused enough for him to thrust into you but as soon as he is inside of you, stretching you out just the right way, hitting all your favorite spots with the tip of his throbbing cock, he’d go feral over you. Just fucking into you until you’d have forgotten all about your boss being a dickhead that day or the traffic jam on the way back home. Gabe would unceremoniously rail you. Don’t mistake that sweet sweet boy for being innocent in the sheets just because he looks like only doing missionary with the lights off. Nuh-uh!

🐶 On days when you had the luxury of working from home, Gabriel would insist on sitting underneath your desk while your fingers typed away on the keyboard, pleasuring you with his tongue throughout your shift while his fingers would massage you from the inside. Oh, he’d love you working from home because it meant getting you all to himself all day long, thinking about pouring you a nice, hot bubbly bath whilst knuckles-deep in your warm cunt, his fingertips rubbing against that extra sensitive spot just long enough for you to lose your focus and taunt him a little, a teeny tiny bit.

🐶 Thinking about it, I believe Gabe would not be into heavy degradation, no, he’d enjoy you praising him over and over much more. He’d take great pride in being your puppy, trying his best to avoid any shortcomings that would lead you to scold him. However, if that kind of situation was to arise, you’d correct him softly, gently pointing out what displeased you, and the hardest punishment (more of a funishment, really) he’d ever get from you would be going to the mall with you on the weekend while wearing a plug to fill him up all nice and snug as you occupy yourself with swatching eyeshadows, asking him which one’s he likes best. The green sparky one or the rather toned-down, chocolate brown one? Decisions, decisions…

Sweet Gabriel would try so hard to wrap his mind around the colorful swipes of makeup on the back of your hand but it would be to no avail. The way the plug pressed against his prostate just right, keeping his cock hard right out there, in public would have his face flushed with a wash of red for the entirety of the shopping trip, would have him begging and whining about needing to go to the restrooms to just quickly relieve himself of the pulsing hard-on in his pants. Oh, poor puppy, sucks to be you right now, no, Gabe? Tough luck but that sweet sweet release would have to wait until back at home.

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[hotluncheddie]

not to get political or anything BUT i can’t sleep so it’s time for gator legging thots teeheeebeee 👹

you have to start slow with him, despite begging for it multiple times a day like a needy slut he still thinks it’s a little bit gay (he’s just very scared and so you have a discussion about the difference between being scared and being bigoted). when you get him to settle into the idea, it starts with some fingers on his perineum as you suck him off. you help him douche, and the first time you actually get any fingers up there he stops you about two minutes in. after giving him ample aftercare and forehead kisses, you drop the idea completely until a month later you come home and find him with his own fingers buried deep inside of hole, whimpering and leaking with pleasure. although his hearing has gotten better since he went blind, he clearly didn’t hear you and so you left him to play with himself while you went to drop off some library books.

still not wanting to pressure him, you give him due time to explore and think on his own until one day you’re working your hand over his cock and he gets very upset. he asks why you haven’t asked him about anal since the day he stopped you, especially since he knew you had been there and was hoping you’d find him (so much for being sneaky). after a long and productive conversation about what he had explored and was comfortable with, you agreed to try experimenting again.

this led to his current predicament. gator was naked now with his ass lined up against a dildo that had been suctioned to a wall. for the last half hour, you had been guiding his hips on and off the plastic, fucking him deep and fast but never enough to let him arrive to pleasure. if he tried to sink back himself, he would feel your hard hand smack across his pale and luscious skin. tears were running down his face as you told him how pretty and well behaved he was, he was finally ready to take real cock. his ability to speak left him as you rolled him over, kissing along his neck and pressing extra lube to his hole. you grabbed his hand and he consented with two squeezes, ready to feel the stretch of your strap on. it was so overwhelming that he almost fully blacked out as you rolled your hips against him, unaware of the tantalizing and wanton sounds he was making each time you brushed his prostate. when he finally did come, it was with a silent scream as you licked the spot right below his ear that drove him so crazy. even though you were only away from him briefly while you cleaned the scene up and peed (no utis here), he could barely breath without your touch. he hadn’t slept as well as he did that night spooning you since he was a little boy.

RAAAAA IDK IF I LIKE IT BUT WHATEVA -🫚

i saw this while i was a WORK and i had to CONTAIN myself!!! it was very DIFFICULT!!!!

bc BARK BARK BARK BARK

like i’m obsessed with thisssssss!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

just him getting overwhelmed the first time and then WANTING to be found playing with himself!!!!! the little brat!!!!!

and the ughhhhhhh him fucking a dildo on the wall?!?! but only when you move him!!! no fucking himself!! you do all the fucking tonight!!! such a good needy boy!!! going so sweet and pliant, mind too foggy for words anymore 🥴🥴🥴🥴 and then he would need such close gooey aftercare!! he’s sleep so well!! loved getting filled so much!!!

-

that night where you finally went there together. stretching him out and fucking him stupid on your strap. it’s all you can both think about. you want to see him whimper and cry the way he did when he was stuffed full and fucked stupid. you want to get him sloppy wet with lube again and see that flush go all the way down to his hip bones. want to tease him for being such a cock slut.

you both need it. as soon as possible.

a lazy sunday afternoon rolls around and gator comes over already squirming. you hope your guess is right as to why but you want him to say it. want him to beg for it.

when you greet him at the door he lunges forward for a already sloppy kiss, the kind he’d give halfway though a date, when he’s floating off somewhere, not right at the start.

you hold him gently by the throat, not squeezing, just using the loose grip to hold his face at an angle you can see him at. ‘want something baby?’ you coo, watching his pretty lips part, mouth wet and pink and wanting.

he swallows, leaning into your hand. ‘want, want it again.’ he says.

‘and what’s it?’ you ask, ‘be a big boy and use your words.’ the condescension makes gator shiver, flush pretty pink.

‘want, want the strap again mommy.’ he whispers. you feel the vibrations from his soft voice travel up his neck.

‘oh, good boy.’

he moans as you pull him into a hug, grabbing two handfuls of his ass and squeezing. finger searching for his hole through his sweats. ‘that why you’re so riled up already?’ you ask. circling his already loose hole, you gasp a little ‘did you already stretch yourself?’ and gator whines, nodding into your neck and grinding his cock against your thigh. ‘needy slut’, he wants it so badly, already so pretty and loose for you, mind half gone.

‘strip and sit on the couch.’ you command, going to get the strap and lube from the bedroom.

you come back to gators on his hands and knees across the couch. back arched and tongue lolling slightly out of his mouth. he’s beautiful.

you trace his back and the curve of his ass. slipping two fingers in easily, adding a third after he begs for it so sweetly, a bit of drool slipping out and falling on the pillows beneath him.

‘ple-please mommy.’ he whines, arching back into your fingers, easily taking three.

you smack his ass lightly. ‘up. baby’s going to ride it.’ and gator scrambles to stand, a little unsteady but you guide his hand to the strap at your hips, letting him feel the length again. holding his hand as you settle back in the couch, pulling him to straddle your hips.

his mouth is still pretty and open and panting. he raises up high on his knees and grips your hand harder as the other lines up the toy with his wet hole. his panting tuning into near constant whimpers and whines as you guide him to sink slowly onto the toy, holding his thighs still to let him settle once he reaches the base.

he breaths heavily through his nose, tears slipping out now and you swirl one of his hard pink nipples into your mouth. ‘move for mommy baby.’ you prompt.

and gator does, beautifully.

he lifts up almost to the tip, before gliding smoothly back down, increasing the pace quickly. rocking his hips and forcing the toy as deep as it will go. bouncing on it. holding onto your shoulders for support and you can’t help watching him, awed. your sweet, desperate boy taking what he needs, asking for what he wants and doing so good, being so perfect.

his cock in red and leaking, pressed between the two of you. you want to see him finish, he’s held out so well. ‘cum for mommy baby. cum on mommy cock.’ you need to see him come like this, above you.

he speeds up, letting it fill him over and over again. grinding on the toy and grinding his cock between your bodies, chasing it, building to his peak. you wrap you hand around his length and pump once. gator wails, cumming all over your chest and stomach, riding out his orgasm by grinding in tight little circles, moaning.

you pull his head down, licking deeply in his mouth, carding your fingers into his hair and pulling, relishing in his whine.

you guide him to pull off and lay on the couch cushions. taking off the strap to kiss him and whisper phrases between each peck. he did so well, fucking himself so good.

but you can’t take it anymore. ‘will baby do something for mommy?’ you ask, licking over his lips and tracing his jaw with your fingers. he nods, eager, cute.

you kiss him one more time, rising up to straddle either side of his face. ‘oh fuck.’ gator moans, pulling you down onto his eager mouth.

-

🫣🫣🫣

🫚 what you sent was so good thank you!!! i enjoyed reading it so much fuck!!!

hope this was okay i think we mentioned mommy kink before but ye i hope it doesn’t make u uncomfy <3

#hotlunch #ask #🫚 anon #gator tillman #my lizard puppy #he’s getting looked after so well #<3 #tillman ask #im so say we'll never get new content with him #also #anyone reading sleaze on ao3??

[deer-time]

okay. episode 1 thoughts.

animation is gorgeous. with all the horror stories i've heard about the production of this show, it's hard to fully enjoy but it's nonetheless really impressive.

that said. it's waaaayy to bouncy and overanimated, no one has any weight. it feels like i could snap their limbs open with my bare hands and suck the meat from it like a crab.

the main character designs range from meh to flat out bad. i'm not gonna pretend im a good artist, designer, or animator lol but i do enough to say that the similar palettes make this a nightmare as an ensemble show. everyone bleeds together, the environments bleed into characters. the only standout ones are the ones you can tell weren't designed by vivienne.

no consistency, exterminators have the same horns as imps. adam looking like an imp makes no sense in context. it's just a design choice the creators likes but didn't flesh out any further.

the writing is awful. as soon as the lore dump ended and the actual plot began, i could feel an evil feeling creeping into me as if i had opened some sort of evil book.

angel dust's dialogue is pretty much only sex jokes and/or sexual harassment, specifically against the ugly cat. the va is doing a bad impression of the original one.

other va's are fine, but keith david's voice is so jarring to hear out of that skinny fucking cat, it doesn't work. i also know stephanie beatriz can act AND do the monotone voice, i know she can sing too! so im pinning this on the voice direction because clearly something is not being communicated. she's not working as vaggie.

why is the only lesbian named vaggie? can i kill myself?

swearing has become white noise, it's every other sentence. it's so lazy. why is charlie swearing if she's a disney princess? why is adam swearing? adam being a detectable dickhead is fine but the only way the writers seemed to want to convey this is through swearing and vulgarity, it feels cheap and lazy. why not go for the condescending holier-than-thou attitude? give me a bev fucking keane, someone who uses their faith as a way to put down others and keep themselves on a pedestal.

alastor and angel dust are shaping up to be my least favorites. insufferable writing, the way you can smell the issues within them and know they'll never be resolved in a satisfying manner.

however....beyond the mediocre writing, poor direction, horrible designs, terrible art direction, and so on. i get why people like this show. themes of redemption, of unfair social structure, of change and yeah obviously it already had a fanbase pre attached. but i feel like i can see the glimmer of potential that a lot of people attached themselves to.

but also this thing is a mantis? a fucking mantis? do you hate me specifically?

#hazmat livewatch

[filthybonnet]

why Ramin when there's literally EVERY other Phantom tho

I'm going to answer this legit instead of being like "like whoever you like."

So 2004 I was super excited to go the midnight showing of "The Phantom of the Opera" movie. I hadn't had the chance to see the musical in person, coming from a family in which I was their main introduction to theatre when I was accidentally put into theatre class my freshman year of high school and decided I loved it. My sister and I fell in love the proshot of "Cats" (which my drama teacher introduced me to) and that was the first professional theatre show we saw live. We saw a tour of it in 1999.

Anyway...so 2004 I'm in college super excited to finally see Phantom. I leave that movie theater so disappointed. I was like "I thought he was supposed to be able to sing. Also the fuck was Minnie Driver doing there?" After that I'm like "Ew I want nothing to do with Phantom."

2011: I'm in NYC for the first time but I'm with major red flag boyfriend (which is a different story). We're walking by what I later learn is The Majestic to get to our hotel. At the time I just see lots of Phantom posters and ads. I stop and look at them and am like The stage production has to be better than that movie. I ask Ex if we can go see it and he's all like we don't have the time. (of course we had the time, it was just not what he wanted to do).

End of 2017/Early 2018: I got "unlawfully terminated" from my job. I'm wasting a lot of time on tumblr. A few of my mutuals post a lot of Phantom content, lots of pictures of various Christine's in the dressing robe is what I remember the most. I like what I see and I'm like I should give Phantom another chance, I have all this free time. HOWEVER, I decide this time as I was a literature major, I'm going to the source material first. I look up the novel, read up on the newer translations, pick the one I like best. I fall in love. I finish the thing in two days.

I decide I'm going to suck it up and give the 2004 movie another chance after loving the novel so much. I contact my sister because I know she has a copy as an actress and a Gerald Butler lover. I tell her my reason. She replies, "No, I have something better for you. Come over." So while her husband is at work we have lunch, she curls my hair and she puts on The Phantom of the Opera Royal Albert Hall.

I wasn't paying too much attention at the moment because my sister was asking something about my hair but at that same exact moment Ramin's "Insolent Boy!" boomed through her sound system. No lie (and TMI) but my nipples instantly went hard and I turned towards the TV and was like "Hello! Who is this?" Him and Sierra were barely out on stage in the boat and I was already googling Ramin Karimloo.

In two seconds with just his voice, Ramin Karimloo made me fall back in love with "The Phantom of the Opera" In 2004 when I left that movie theater saying "I thought the Phantom was supposed to be able to sing" Ramin turned that around in two seconds. And then I saw him act. And then while watching it I found shirtless pictures of him on the internet.

I have seen many boots since and have seen 4 Phantoms live (5 counting Ramin but not for this point) and none of them do it for me like Ramin. I've had other Christine's impress me more than Sierra since (like Holly Ann Hull is my top now. Saw her 3 times live). And after seeing Ramin as Phantom 4 times that's it. Even his Phantom in Italy had differences from his RAH Phantom but still just such perfection. Seeing it person he just becomes the Phantom. It was like I knew I it was Ramin but all you could see was Phantom, not Ramin acting Phantom.

This might not satisfy you because the way your question is worded seems to imply you're not that fond of him. And I know some of the "phandom" considers him a gateway Phantom. However he's very much loved by lots of people and was chosen for reasons.

#ramin karimloo #the phantom of the opera

[animebw]

Short Reflection: Winter 2023 Anime

Is it just me, or did this season of anime kind of blow? Yes, anything would be a step down after the absurdly stacked Fall 2022 roster- and in fact, two of my favorites this season were continuations of shows I already liked from fall (Blue Lock and MHA)- but man, there was just a stench of failure around so much of Winter 2023′s offerings. Not just in how many of them turned out to be disappointments, but in how many of them didn’t even get to finish in time! Barely a week went by without another show suffering long delays, production after production crumbling under the weight of mismanagement and corporate apathy that doesn’t care how many animators are worked to death for an inferior product as long as they can make some extra cash from rushing it out early. I mercifully managed to avoid all the victims of these delays (well, almost; RIP Kubo-san Won’t Let Me Be Invisible), but even existing in the same space as them felt like it took a toll on everything else. This was a rough one, folks. But there were still some gems worth highlighting, so after spilling my thoughts on Onimai, Trigun Stampede and MHA Season 6, here are my thoughts on the rest of the anime I managed to finish this season!

(Also no Vinland Saga review yet cause I’m waiting for the season to be over, but spoilers, it’s still really fucking good. You’re shocked, I can tell.)

Tokyo Revengers Season 2: 1.5/10

You know what? I give up. I gave Tokyo Revengers every opportunity to finally pull itself together and turn into a good show. But not only did it drop the ball so hard the shockwave registered on the Richter scale, it felt like it was actively going out of its way to suck as hard as it could. Every single plot thread in season 2 is bungled so horrendously, from Takemichi’s increasingly unforgivable stupidity to the insulting cul-de-sac fights that change nothing about the status quo to the truly infuriating mishandling of every female character (Hey, I know, let’s give Yuzuha a panty shot while she’s being beaten by her abusive brother! Great idea!), that there is no possible way this show can ever recover. Even if the next season is somehow a masterpiece that fixes all the series’ issues- which it won’t be, let’s be honest- it won’t change the fact that Tokyo Revengers has established a new low for lazy, intelligence-insulting storytelling in shonen. The only reason it managed to get so popular is that it keeps making you think it’s about to do something really cool and meaningful with its high concept. But at this point, it’s all but proven that it never will. Fuck this show, fuck the manga it’s based on, and fuck everyone who accepts this barely-animated hackjob slop as anything close to acceptable entertainment.

The Fire Hunter: 2/10

Between this and Mars Red, I’m really starting to hate studio Signal MD. They’ve got a habit of turning fascinating highbrow fantasy premises into some of the dullest, sloppiest, most poorly produced pieces of pretentious dogshit that think they’re high art imaginable. And this one’s directed by Mamoru Oshii! He’s supposed to be a veteran director who knows his shit! How did he turn out such a colossal flop? Almost nothing in The Fire Hunter works on an audiovisual level; the animation is embarrassing, the direction is incomprehensible, the editing is somehow even worse (I have never seen such poorly timed painterly insert stills), and the whole thing is smothered under a droning soundtrack that drowns every scene in the same overbearing, tuneless sonic dead air. Even the best script in the world couldn’t survive this cataclysmically bad production, and suffice to say, this is very far from the best script in the world. It’s equal parts mind-numbing exposition, dull narration, and pointlessly mean characters with no interesting internal struggles or worldbuilding to justify the air of arrogance about the whole affair. The Fire Hunter desperately wants to convince you it’s art, but it’s just crap. Skip it.

To Your Eternity Season 2 (2nd Half): 3/10

I’ll give it this: the second half of To Your Eternity’s second season is unquestionably better than its first. Not a very high bar to clear, I realize, but after the utter slog that was Bon’s introductory arc, it’s good to have actually interesting things happen for a change. Unfortunately, for all the fresh air the siege of Renril brings to the proceedings- new characters, new kinds of stakes, a bonkers re-imagining of what Fushi’s powers are even capable of- it’s nowhere near enough to save this show from running itself into the ground. Whatever magic To Your Eternity once had is well and truly gone, buried under a flood of terrible production compromises and questionable story choices that have lead it down a path it can never recover from. No matter how much future arcs might try to turn things around, they’ll never escape the lesson this show has somehow forgotten it used to preach: when something dies, it can never truly return. To Your Eternity is dead. It’s over. Let it rest in piece while it still has some faint shred of dignity left.

Giant Beasts of Ars: 3/10

Did someone open a time portal to 2006? Giant Beasts of Ars feels exactly like the kind of original fantasy anime that studios were pumping out two decades ago- and unfortunately, that’s not a compliment. It gets off to a good start with a strong introductory episode that sets the tone well for a fun magitech adventure with some giant monster fighting, but the second that adventure gets under way, pretty much everything goes to shit. The characters are bland. The world itself is dull and uninspired. The action is lifeless thanks to a weak production that can’t give these fights the oomph they need. And the plot escalates from understandable low-key stakes to some of the most asinine “suddenly we’re fighting god now” swerves I’ve ever seen. Seriously, the way this story loses all sense of scale in its final episodes as it barrels head first toward a climax left me stunned in disbelief. Never mind the fact it ends on an asspull cliffhanger that’s almost certain to never get resolved because nobody’s going to want a second season of something this limp and underbaked. What a waste of time.

Kaina of the Great Snow Sea: 3.5/10

I was really excited at all the fantasy anime coming out this season. After being swamped in the isekai sewers for so long, it was such a relief to see the industry remember they could tell stories about actual fantastical worlds and not just, you know, reskinned Dragon Quest knockoffs. So imagine my how immeasurable my disappointment was when one by one, all these promising series let me down. Kaina’s Naussicaa-inspired world of snow seas, giant spire trees and steampunk skiffs navigating an allegorical prayer for co-existence with nature and rejection of militarism should have been an easy slam dunk, a new Miyazaki for a modern landscape. Unfortunately, as beautifully realized as the world is- Polygon Pictures is no studio Orange, but their impressive background art and environmental storytelling continue to make a strong case for CG anime- the writers forgot to populate that world with anyone worth getting invested in. The characters are the stockiest of stock archetypes, photocopies of photocopies of tropes that have already been worn to the bone by decades of misuse and overuse alike. If you’ve seen even one generic fantasy anime, chances are you’re already sick of these characters, and there’s nothing fresh or particularly meaningful here to make up for the lack of originality. Don’t get me started on how poorly the princess is treated, yegh. Is it too late to unplug the concept of fantasy anime for a few years and hope it recovers some steam before we plug it back in?

High Card: 3.5/10

There is no excuse for High Card being as lame as it ended up. A Kingsmen-style goofy gentleman spy action comedy written by the author of Kakegurui in which secret agents in dapper suits fight with the power of magic transforming playing cards? And the entire world is themed around cards and card games (the country is Fourland, the spy organization is Pinochle with its office on Old Maid street)? This should have been a camp masterpiece every bit as delightfully unhinged as Kakegurui. This should have been the most gloriously Anime Bullshit (affectionate) experience of the year. But instead, it was mostly just Anime Bullshit (derogatory). It takes so little advantage of its concept, wasting episode upon episode on trite plotlines and cliche developments, jumping between so many tones and focuses without ever settling on a single one. I came here to see Twink Bruce Wayne summon bazookas out of thin air with the power of Instant Interdimensional Marketplace, not slog through the umpteenth iteration of “the stoic katana girl needs to open up to her male colleagues” or “tragic little sister with an incurable illness.” The bouncy ED, which sees the main cast all singing together in the car, was the one consistent bright spot, and even that started feeling more and more like an insult as time went on. If only the rest of the show were as loose and freewheeling as those painfully short 90 seconds per episode promised.

Don’t Toy With Me, Nagatoro-San Season 2: 3.5/10

Look, I’m no prude. I’m not above trash. Nagatoro’s first season was far from a masterpiece, but it had enough actual charm and character depth that I didn’t mind coming along for the ride. But the thing about trash is that just like every other show, you still have to do it well. Nagatoro wasn’t ever entertaining because it was a shallow wish-fulfillment rom-com for masochists, it was entertaining because it found something recognizably human in spite of being a shallow wish-fulfillment rom-com for masochists. And sadly, whatever spark made that first season work didn’t survive the transfer to OLM studios. There are fun moments here and there, but the overall package is just too half-hearted to care anymore. Not even the introduction of Nagatoro’s sister keeps the proceedings from feeling increasingly mindless. What’s the point of this show, really? What does it offer that I can’t get better elsewhere? Because if the only appeal is the teasing gimmick, well, Teasing Master Takagi-san is right there, people. You could be watching an actual good show about a girl mercilessly teasing her crush instead of this flavorless assembly-line mushburger of an anime. Just saying.

The Tale of Outcasts: 4.5/10

There’s something strangely endearing about The Tale of Outcasts, despite its many flaws. Does it read like every thirteen-year-old girl’s embarrassing stash of unpublished Ancient Magus Bride fanfiction? Yes, unquestionably. But you know what? There are far worse things to be. Maybe it’s the isekai exhaustion getting to me, but there’s something so refreshing about a cringey wish-fulfillment fantasy adventure populated by stock archetypes and hacky plotting that’s actually, like, wholesome? That feels like it was made out of genuine amateurish love for Victorian splendor mixed with demon furries instead of incel resentment that the world isn’t catering to their every whim? Yeah, it’s still cringe, but it’s charmingly cringe, not revoltingly cringe. I still can’t really recommend it unless you’ve got a real soft spot for deep-voiced daddy beast people who can be your angle or your dveil, but out of all the bad shows I kept up with this season, this was the one where I never minded clicking on that next episode button, and that’s gotta count for something.

Urusei Yatsura (2nd Half): 5.5/10

I think it takes a change in mindset to really appreciate Urusei Yatsura. True to its 70s roots, this is not an anime to watch for a constant sense of forward progression. This is a show to be enjoyed as a reliable weekly comfort, 25 minutes of mayhem every 7 days with a familiar cast of characters bouncing off each other endlessly. If you come in looking for a tightly woven narrative that’s always driving toward a forseeable endpoint like most modern anime confined to single cours runs, you’re likely to be disappointed. But if you let yourself just enjoy the chaos and don’t worry about what might come next, I think you’ll find a lot to like here. If nothing else, I appreciate Studio David sticking to that old-fashioned spirit. But I have to admit, I might’ve preferred a more streamlined adaptation that doesn’t waste a second of runtime. What can I say, I’m used to modern anime pacing. Or maybe I’m just annoyed by yet another instance of a tomboy character who wants to be more feminine. Which, you know, not Ryunosuke’s fault that particular trope has gotten so beaten to death these days, but still. Sometimes making changes for modern times isn’t such a bad thing, you know?

Revenger: 6/10

So y’all hear about this Gen Urobuchi guy? Apparently he was pretty famous back in the day or something, IDK. He’s been plugging away at his goofy Taiwanese puppets show for the past few years and slapped his name on the story concepts of a few high profile projects for extra buzz, but now at last, he’s returned to grace us with a full story and script from his own hands! ...and apparently from 17 years in the past as well, because from what I’ve heard, Urobuchi originally wrote Revenger back in 2006, well before the one-two-three punch of Madoka Magica, Fate/Zero and Psycho-Pass that would make him a household name. And boy does it definitely feel like a trial run of those shows. Not that it’s bad by any means; it’s slickly produced, the cast has good chemistry, and the Booch is clearly having fun coming up with creative ways for evil bastards to be mercilessly slaughtered. But that’s really all it is, with little of the staggering depth and emotional complexity that would later earn him a place among the greats. It’s a first draft of basically all the thematic ideas he’d later perfect: the corruption of systems of power, the failure of blind heroism, the necessity of finding hope even in the darkest corners of the earth. I still recommend it for any fans of creative edgy violence, but don’t come in expecting another Madoka. It’s a bite-sized snack of an Urobuchi show, not the main course. And I’m totally fine with that; it’s entertaining enough on its own modest merits to be worth a look.

Play It Cool, Guys (2nd Half): 6/10

Yeah, I knew this one was gonna grow on me. There’s nothing like a really good low-key deadpan comedy to put me in a good mood at the end of a long day. Really, I think Cool Doji Danshi’s secret weapon is how much it appreciates the mundane awkwardness of everyday life. I have been in many situations much like its titular characters, little moments of confusion where the pieces don’t quite line up how they’re supposed to and before I know it I’m putting my umbrella in the fridge because I momentarily mixed it up with the groceries. And also like its title characters, I’ve learned just how damn important these moments are to my life. None of us are perfect meat machines 100% of the time; in many ways, our clumsiness is what makes us human far more than our accomplishments. And there’s something so wonderfully comforting about watching these boys (and men) come to appreciate their own imperfections much as I’ve done of myself. We need more shows that celebrate that simple silliness as well as this one does. So if you’ve been looking for something to lift your spirits in this increasingly grim world, I cannot recommend this show enough.

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale: 6.5/10

Do my eyes deceive me? A non-isekai, shoujo oriented fantasy that’s all about slavery being a bad thing? Stop the presses, we’re defying all the norms over here! Between this and the new season of Vinland Saga, it feels like we’re finally starting to push back on the noxious floodgates that Shield Hero pried open, and I could not be more thankful for that. Now, is Sugar Apple Fairy Tale a perfect depiction of the dynamics of slavery? Fuck no, it’s a young adult wish-fulfillment romance about a hot sulky fairy boy falling for the woman that was once his owner, this thing’s as problematic as an Antebellum-era Uncle Tom’s Cabin ripoff. But at least it’s actually trying to say something about the effects of dehumanization on a societal scale and how it manifests, and I’d argue it succeeds more often than it trips over itself. Plus, how fucking great is it to have an actual shoujo romance again? Set in a charming fantasy world with some actual originality? Sugar Apple Fairy Tale’s not perfect, but its charms are evident of a trend I hope to see countless other shows follow. The more fantasy anime looks like this instead of The World’s Strongest Necromancer is Reincarnated With a Cheat Skill In Another World Harem (I just made that title up, but admit it, you weren’t sure at first), the better off we’ll all be.

Ippon Again: 6.5/10

We seriously need more good female-centric sports anime. The guys have been dominating the field with their shounens and seinens while the girls are forced to subside on moeblob table scraps more concerned with being cute than actually telling a compelling sports narrative, or else being handed the absolute bottom of the production barrel (cries in Farewell My Dear Cramer). Ippon Again isn’t gonna right the ship all on its own, but it’s a damn good first step. The characters feel like believable teenagers, their judo matches are given genuine weight and strong animation, and while it suffers from some tired sports anime cliches, it always executes them with heart firmly on its sleeve. At its best, it captures the same freewheeling adolescent spirit that defines the likes of A Place Further Than the Universe, and I don’t say that lightly. It’s no masterpiece, but it’s a damn good time with no caveats, and hopefully it’ll only be the first of many great lady-centric sports anime to come.

Tsurune Season 2: 7/10

If you’ve somehow forgotten about the first season of KyoAni’s pretty boys doing archery show Tsurune from back in 2018, well, I don’t blame you. As a testing ground for the studio’s rookie talent to take their first crack at putting their own show together, it was by far the studio’s most workmanlike production, an all-around solid experience but lacking the insane polish and panache that defines the KyoAni brand. But my god, what a difference five years makes. Tsurune’s second season isn’t just a massive upgrade on the production front, it’s a complete overhaul on the show’s entire look and feel. It’s sweeping and elegant, it’s vibrant and explosive, it’s as expertly poised and shimmering as a bowstring drawn at dawn right before it releases a brilliant arrow. This show has gone from KyoAni’s simplest looking show to one of its most richly cinematic, complete with earthier color tones and revamped score from Fruits Basket composer Masaru Yokoyama. Yes, it’s ultimately still just a show about pretty boys learning to shoot bows well as they overcome their issues together. But with such a massive step up in its look and feel, it’s officially become just as much appointment viewing as any KyoAni masterpiece.

Blue Lock (2nd Half): 7.5/10

Now that’s more fucking like it. Last season I bemoaned the lack of edgy death game nonsense I was promised in this edgy death game sports anime, but once we reached the second selection, Blue Lock kicked into high gear and made good on its premise at last. Betrayals! Allies turned enemies! Enemies turned allies! Overcharged homoerotic rivalries and break-ups alike! Overdramatic shonen boys trying to crush each other underfoot to grow stronger! Self-actualization through rejecting the power of friendship and embracing the power of “Fuck this guy!” This is everything I wanted when I first learned about Blue Lock’s premise, twisting the classic shonen sports formula into an equally blood-pumping tale of clashing egos and selfishness as everyone fights to become the best player by embracing their worst selves. It might have taken a hot second to get there, but now that it’s arrived, this show has become some of the most deliriously entertaining chaos you’re likely to find in the genre. Well done, you mad genius.

Buddy Daddies: 8/10

Man, whoever’s making the decisions on what shows PA Works produces is really on a roll lately, huh? It takes a real genius to look at premises like Ya Boi Kongming and Akiba Maid War and see an opportunity to create something truly special. But even that pales in comparison to the brilliance behind Buddy Daddies, a.k.a. “Hey, so this Spy x Family show is about to take over the world, right? What if we made our own version of that, but mix in the homoerotic buddy-cop energy of Tiger and Buddy to make it stand out?” That’s the kind of galaxy-brain thinking that’s rapidly making this studio a personal favorite of mind. And it’s that kind of confidence and pure solid storytelling chops that make Buddy Daddies just as entertaining and endearing as its most obvious inspiration. It’s not exactly the same- it’s set in modern day, it’s more focused on the child-raising than the assassin stuff- but it’s every bit as good at nailing that specific sweet spot of deliciously entertaining spy action, wholesome family hijinks, and the bittersweet space in between trying to reconcile those two worlds. Heck, Miri’s a way more realistic four-year-old than Anya ever was; you can tell the writers really did their research on what it’s like to care for a child that young. The year’s still young, but I think this show is already a strong contender for the feel-good masterpiece of 2023. Just don’t go in expecting the hot guys to kiss, because you will leave disappointed if you do.

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady: 8.5/10

We’ve done it, folks. We’ve finally cracked the code on how to make modern isekai great. Step One: Center it on a female protagonist with an actual personality instead of an empty self-insert male-patterned cooler full of stale oatmeal. Step Two: Make your story all about subverting the exhausting masturbatory self-centeredness of vanilla isekai in favor of a symbolic or literal revolution to give power back to all lovers of fantasy instead of pandering to maladjusted thirty-year-old manchildren. Step Three: As part of that progressive reinvention, make it GAY. AS. FUCK. The Executioner and her Way of Life was a strong step in the right direction, but as good as that show was, there was clearly still room to push things even further. But now, at last, that potential has been fully realized by the stunning tale of a reincarnated princess and a genius young lady coming together to revolutionize the world. Folks, MagiRevo fucking rules. The main leads are wonderful separately and even more wonderful together, the production is strong enough to carry the story’s soaring ambition, and it’s a genuinely powerful exploration of the harms caused by archaic systems of patriarchal power, and how difficult it is- but also how necessary- to change what’s been leading a society down the wrong path for so long. And while it drags a little in the midsection, it all culminates in a spectacular final act and a final episode that had me sobbing in my seat for 25 straight minutes. This isn’t just the best isekai since Re:Zero, this is a triumph of queer fantasy carving its own revolution through a genre that’s desperately needed it for far too long. So come join me and raise your banner with Anis and Euphie, because their journey deserves all the attention we can give. I promise, you won’t regret it.

#winter 2023 sr #winter 2023 anime #the anime binge-watcher #tabw #magirevo #the magical revolution of the reincarnated princess and the genius young lady #tensei oujo to tensai reijou no mahou kakumei #mou ippon #ippon again #to your eternity #tokyo revengers #giant beasts of ars #fumetsu no anata e #tsurune #urusei yatsura #play it cool guys #cool doji danshi #revenger #sugar apple fairy tale #buddy daddies #blue lock #hikari no ou #the fire hunter #kaina of the great snow sea #ooyukiumi no kaina #the tale of outcasts #nokemono-tachi no yoru #don't bully me miss nagatoro #ijiranaide nagatoro san #high card

[seafoamchild]

it has been hard to enjoy life recently. but I know I have a lot of work to do and the payoff will be worth it. I am trying to focus on my mental health, really for real this time. not distracting myself with a million things in my schedule, too many social engagements, substances, and compulsive exercise. i gave up gluten and animal products, partly because I want to try anything to feel better physically and mentally, and also I know this is a desperate attempt at control during this time when I feel lost and overwhelmed. it's okay.

I have been angry. I'm angry that my parents have tried to have so much control over me throughout my life, angry that my feelings never seemed to really matter, angry that they always have and continue to think they know better than I do. I feel angry that my relationship with Luke was so emotionally abusive and pretty much mimicked my parents' relationship. I feel angry that I was assaulted as a teenager. I feel angry that I continue to be judged as a woman, and that so many men don't seem to think I can possibly know what I'm talking about. I'm angry that people won't take me seriously. I'm angry that I don't get to feel safe when I'm alone, even when I'm walking into the grocery store. i'm angry that I still keep fucking up and getting two day hangovers.

I want to have a healthy relationship with substances so bad. I think I'm finally, finallyyyyy at a point where maybe I feel ready to let go of hard drugs. it's not like I do them every day. but every time I partake, I just end up feeling like absolute shit for a day or two afterwards. it's awful. i hate it so much. I want to be done. I hate how many of my friends are so involved with that. I really really want to be done. it's so hard, being here and working in an industry where almost everyone has a substance abuse issue, and having a bunch of friends with substance abuse issues, and dating someone with substance abuse issues. obviously I'm in a tough position and I need to get out if I really want to change. it just adds to the motivation I have to move away from here.

I'm going to have to tell T that I don't want to attempt a long distance relationship after I move. one, LDRs just suck. two, I know that I need more from a partner. it's honestly sad how much I was swept away by the fact that he listens to me, supports me, and doesn't judge me. shouldn't that be the bare minimum? I think Luke really scarred me with his emotional abuse. anyway, T is a sweet person with a good heart. but he doesn't really have goals or ambitions or hobbies except partying and going to shows. I think he has a lot of self-reflection to do, but like so many people with substance abuse problems, he's terrified of looking inward. and it's not my job to do that for him. I have lived so much life and done so much work on myself, and I want someone who can match me. not someone I have to explain everything to. for fuck's sake, we were going for a hike by Lake Michigan the other day and he asked me which lake it was. I tried soooo hard not to sound condescending but like, we live here? next to this lake? you literally live 5 minutes walking from this lake and you don't know what it's called?????

yeah. I enjoy the companionship for now, but there's got to be someone out there who's better suited for me. I need to LEAVE. I am not doing very well here. I am not sure where to go next, either. I want go live on a homestead for the summer. somewhere I can breathe and reflect and eat well, and not have to work in a restaurant. I don't know. New York eventually, but I don't think it's the best thing RIGHT now. too much stress. I want to reconvene with Mother Nature for a minute, first.

#journal

[faiiryteethh]

hi do you mind if I ask you what symptoms of bipolar you have experienced before/are currently experiencing right now? if this is too heavy for you to answer then that’s alright it’s just that I was recently diagnosed with bipolar 2 and I wanted to hear about the experience from another person.. thank you 

well i have bipolar 1 rapid cycling which is more severe than just having bipolar 1. and bipolar 1 by itself is more severe than bipolar 2, so definitely don't compare yourself to me too much. also everyone is different. not every person with bipolar of any type has the same symptoms. i also have anxiety, ptsd, and im seeing a psychiatrist in november to be tested for a neurological disorder that my therapist thinks i may have but she can't diagnose me. so sometimes those symptoms from other things overlap into what i experience. some things might be caused by my anxiety or ptsd. for example i've had hallucinations plenty of times which can be a symptom of bipolar but also could be from ptsd too. i have manic episodes all the time. and when im not having mania im basically in a constant state of depression. its awful. i do have impulses but ive spent years learning how to control them. they used to be uncontrollable and it ruined my life for many years. my sleep and appetite changes constantly. sometimes i dont need sleep at all and other times all i do is sleep. and most of them time i can't eat a lot. and when i am able to eat i end up binge eating to make up for barely eating most of the time. im extremely indecisive and its hard to focus on one task. i usually have like 10 different tasks going at a time which makes it hard to complete anything. but i also become obsessed with my interests. it actually annoys ppl because i will talk about the same few things over and over. i have suicidal thought all the time. only thoughts tho. i would never act on them. but before i could control my impulses i had multiple attempts to end my life. i also have constant racing thoughts or my mind feels blank and i'll be completely silent for days sometimes because i have nothing to say. except when it comes to my children. obviously i speak to them when they are around, but i won't start a conversation when my mind feels blank or i won't CHOOSE to say anything for days. yeah it really fucking sucks. life with bipolar is mainly living in extremes. [for me anyway]. im either exteremely happy or extremely sad. same goes with being confident or not confident, hungry or not hungry, etc. one of the hardest things is having so much energy when im manic and feeling constantly tired and drained when im depressive. because i have children and i HAVE to be productive on daily basis. i can't just NOT clean or do dishes or laundry etc. so when im depressive i have to mentally and physically force myself to do anything. its honestly absolute hell. and im so sorry you have it too. i wish i had more positive things to tell you about it, but im not going to sugarcoat it or lie to you.

as long as you put in effort to work on yourself and try to be aware of the way you react to things or what things affect your mood, it will get easier. i know that i NEED therapy. every time i left therapy i relapsed on drugs or i mentally deteriorated. so i highly recommend finding a good therapist if you start to struggle badly. or just have one just to help you even if you don't think you need one. they help sooo much with helping u understand yourself and your thoughts and actions. i wish you nothing but the best✨💜 bipolar disorder can be so crippling. it can even be a disability for some ppl. for me it is. i am getting disability soon because its pretty impossible to find a job that works with what im able and unable to do. it lowered my confidence a lot when i realized i needed the extra help but now im more okay with it because i know its just the hand i've been dealt. i didnt ask for bipolar disorder. just like i didn't ask for it to prevent me from working. its just what happened to me. and thats okay. 🖤💜 i hope you are well🥰

#ask

[tache-noire]

Ready To Serve

Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual content)

Content: Papa IV/Reader, blowjob, face-fucking, light d/s, neutral reader (masculine Italian nouns used as default)

Warnings: None

Summary:

@sucharide ask and ye shall receive. Reader in in charge of helping Papa blow off steam after a Ritual.

You're waiting for His Eminence backstage. The energy of the audience feeds the demonic Emeritus blood in his veins to the point of excess, necessitating an outlet afterward. Many Siblings of Sin volunteer themselves for this role, and you have been chosen this time. You don’t know what to expect, really. Stories from other Siblings vary, from sadistic sessions of flogging and near-feral fucking, to tender and sweet embraces under a hot shower. All wonderful experiences, they assure you.

The only advice they could give was to be prepared for anything-- and you are.

Monstrance Clock comes to an end, to the chanting of thousands. Your heart pounds in your chest. The show is over. The band will take their bow, say their goodbyes, and it will be time for you to serve your Papa.

As soon as he’s offstage, out of the view of the crowd, his demeanor changes completely. Shoulders tense, stride long and quick, eyes darting until they locate and burn into yours. You stand by the door of his private dressing room, and he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside with him.

He’s riding the high of a successful Ritual, pumped full of adrenaline and practically humming with dark energy. As soon as the door is locked behind the two of you, he pins you against it and kisses you hard. It's rough and heated from the start-- Copia bites your lip and slips his tongue between them when you gasp. He barely gives you a moment to breathe. His fervor leaves you lightheaded. His body is burning hot against yours, voice gritty from his performance as he breaks away to bite and suck bruises all over your neck.

“Mm, such a sweet thing they’ve given me tonight...” He growls, pulling your hips flush to his own. He’s so hard in the confines of his tightly-laced trousers, it makes you wince in sympathy.

“You will lend me your body, si, dolcezzo?”

You rock your body against his erection, pulling a breathy grunt from him.

“I’m all yours, Papa.”

Suddenly, he jerks your head back by your hair.

“’Your Eminence’,” He hisses, chilling you to the bone. “Here, you will address me as ‘Your Eminence’. È chiaro?”

You take a deep, shuddering breath as a shiver rolls down your spine.

“Yes, Your Eminence.”

Copia smirks, and you swear his white eye flashes bright for a split second.

“Mm, molto bene.”

He separates from you and motions to follow him. It’s quite a nice dressing room, luxurious compared to the dingy shared greenrooms you’d heard older Siblings describe from their time serving previous Papas. There’s a mini-fridge, a small couch and table, and a well-lit vanity with makeup and hair products littered about it. Copia pulls the chair away from it and drags it to the middle of the room, where he sits with his legs spread wide.

He snaps his fingers at you, then points to the floor in front of himself.

“Siediti.”

You obey without hesitation, kneeling between his legs and looking up with lustful reverence. He strokes your cheek before giving it a light slap.

"I see you know what to do," he teases.

You just smile sweetly back at him. Take his hand in your own and kiss his knuckles.

"Of course, Your Eminence."

You start at Copia's ankles and work your way up. His calves are tired and tight from running around onstage. He sighs appreciatively as you massage the tension from them. You work slowly and thoroughly, squeezing and rubbing the meat of his thighs and pressing a soft kiss to his knee.

Heat radiates from Copia's body, his pants clinging tightly to his legs. They’re damp to the touch, and to your lips as you trail them up the inside of his thigh. The smell of sweat and sex is thick around him, sending a pang of arousal through your own body. You kiss and mouth at his clothed cock, and you swear you can feel it throbbing even through the layers of distressed fabric. Above you, Copia groans deep in his chest. He can’t help but rock his pelvis to grind against your cheek. You smile up at him, and stroke your hands up his legs to rest on his hips.

"Satana di sotto, please, do not tease me anymore.”

There’s just a hint of a growl to his voice, somewhere between pleading and threatening. You’re reminded of the other Siblings’ stories, and you shiver again. Although... You certainly wouldn’t mind him using a bit of force on you. Regardless, he’s certainly suffered enough. Your attention turns to the tied front of his trousers.

You catch the end of the lace between your teeth and pull. Slowly. Papa watches you with bated breath, his thighs tense by your ears. As soon as the knot slips free, the pressure of his straining erection loosens the laces. Not enough to free it, but enough to offer some relief. He sighs deeply.

"Does it hurt, Your Eminence?" You coo. You stop and kiss the hard swell of his cock again, breathing hotly into the fabric in a way you’re certain he can feel.

”Aah... È un'agonia,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

That’s enough for you to take pity on the poor man and release him. You pluck the crossed rows of laces apart until you can finally open the front of his trousers. His member springs free, red and engorged, bobbing with his pulse. Bigger than you expected. You feel a little guilty now for teasing him so much, knowing how tightly it was wrapped up in his trousers. Un'agonia, indeed. Copia’s head lolls against his shoulder as you take the scalding-hot shaft in your hand and give it a firm squeeze. With a few slow strokes, you coax a bead of clear precum from his tip. You lick your lips first, and feel his legs tremble as you lick him clean.

Papa’s moans are music to your ears. He’s so sensitive, so responsive to every touch. Every swipe of your tongue up his length pulls some sound from him. His voice nearly cracks when you finally seal your lips around him and start to suck him off in earnest.

“Cazzo, che bello--“

He rests a hand on your head, his hips bucking up into your mouth. You keep one of yours around the base of his cock to prevent him from choking you. Even with the buffer, though, the head still bumps the back of your throat with each downstroke. You swallow around it to fight your gag reflex, swallowing down salty precum at the same time. Your senses are completely dominated by His Eminence. The taste of him. The velvety softness of him on your lips and the throbbing of his heartbeat. The musky, sour scent of sweat hovering around him. The noises he makes echo in your ears every time your throat squeezes around the tip of his cock, or you do some clever maneuver with your tongue. Pride swells in your chest at how well he responds to your ministrations.

In spite of his ecstasy, though, he pulls you away after only a minute or so. He pants heavily, catching his breath while you look up with concern.

"Did I do something wrong?" You ask, sitting back on your heels.

He shakes his head.

"No, no, sei perfetto,” he chuckles. “But do you trust me, dolcezzo?"

“Of course,” you assure him. He smiles down at you, pets your cheek fondly, and you lean into his touch like a cat.

“Molto bene.”

Copia guides you back into position, but grabs your hand when you try to touch him again. He leans down and kisses your fingertips, leaving black lipstick smudged on them. He cocks an eyebrow.

“Trust me?” He checks again, searching your expression.

You swallow nervously, and nod.

“Y-yes, Your Eminence.”

You do trust him, truly, and yet... You know exactly what he’s asking of you, and it’s a daunting task. You fold your hands in your lap, steel yourself, and open your mouth, holding your tongue out. He goes mercifully slow, patient in spite of his palpable lust. All you have to do is keep your lips over your teeth, and...

“Relax for me, caro.”

Papa holds your head in both hands, massaging your sore jaw with his thumbs. You take a deep breath through your nose and hold it, signalling him to continue. The blunt head of his member prods at the back of your throat, and you clench your fists against the urge to gag. He backs off an inch, you swallow, and he tries again. With the next attempt, he gets a little further, past the initial resistance. When you swallow again, tears prick your eyes as your muscles contract around him, a hard and foreign obstruction. Before it can become a full retch, though, he withdraws again, still cradling your face like something precious.

“That’s it, just like that,” he croons. “A little more now, dolcezzo, you’re doing so good...”

Another deep breath, another swallow, and this time it’s just a little easier. And Copia strokes your hair and continues to shower you in a waterfall of praise. He lets you gag a little this time, grunting at the tightness around his cock. You almost panic, almost jerk away from him, but you steel yourself and relax again, and yet again you’re rewarded with sweet words of adoration. When he lets you breathe again, he tilts your face up, and bends down to kiss your red, shining lips. He locks his gaze with yours, hypnotizing.

“All the way this time, si? I want you to take all of me.”

Your heart flutters.

“Yes, Your Eminence.”

He stands now, pushing his chair away and looming over you. Intimidating and regal. He slides past your lips once more, into the velvet heat of your mouth. It’s easier now to accept him. Something seems to click into place, and your eyes fall closed as you take every last inch, all the way down to the hilt. His balls rest heavy against your chin, and your nose is buried in a patch of curly brown hair. He lets out a shuddering sigh.

“Perfetto.”

Once that final hurdle is conquered, everything else falls into place. You swallow, and it almost feels natural. Papa’s gloved fingers wind themselves in your hair as a handle, and he begins to fuck your face with careful, shallow thrusts. With a little practice, you get the hang of timing your breaths to his rhythm. You feel so connected, like a part of his own body to pleasure himself with, and that thought alone has you squirming on your knees, unfathomably horny to just be used. Together, you work your way up until he’s pulling out to the tip and slamming straight down your throat again with each thrust, filthy wet noises and lustful grunts spilling from both of you.

You don’t let him do all the work for you, of course. Copia could easily just get off with his own hand and call it a day, but he insists on a partner to help with his post-ritual release. You have to be better than that. You want to be better. You curl and rub your tongue back and forth along the underside of his shaft, tilting your head every once in a while to catch a different angle or spot. His hips jerk and stutter when you cup and gently squeeze his balls in your hand. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard every time he moves back, and practically try to drink him down when he returns. All the while, his moans climb in pitch and volume, nearing a peak. You look up at him once more, and that seems to be enough to tip him over the edge. He thrusts one final time and holds you tight against his pelvis, a drawn-out groan rumbling from his chest. His shaft twitches on your tongue. You dutifully swallow each spurt of cum as it shoots down your throat, sucking rhythmically to fully milk him dry.

A strangled noise escapes him. Oversensitive, he finally lets go of your hair. You keep suction as you pull away, just to make him squirm and whine more, until the seal of your lips breaks with a wet pop. He drops into his chair and tips his head back as he catches his breath. You rest yours against his knee, closing your eyes just for a moment. Basking in his afterglow with him. Papa chuckles and brushes your sweaty hair from your forehead.

“Tired already, dolcezzo?” He purrs. “We’ve only just begun, you know?”

You sigh. “When you’re ready again, Your Eminence, I’m ready to serve.”

He scoffs and pats your cheek, prompting you to open your eyes again. To your stark surprise, he’s already very ready. Or rather, still ready. He’s still just as hard as he started, and stroking himself lazily as he smirks at your bewildered expression.

“Ready when you are.”

--

Translations

Dolcezzo: Sweetness/Sweet thing

È chiaro?: Is that clear?

Molto bene: Very good

Siediti: Sit

Satana di sotto: Satan below

È un’agonia: It’s agonizing

Cazzo, che bello: Fuck, that’s good

Sei perfetto: You’re perfect

Caro: Darling

#I've been working on this for a month #literally since i saw your tag #i thought it would be quick but uhhh nope #copia #cardinal copia #papa 4 #papa IV #papa emeritus IV #reader insert #Ghost #ghost band #the band ghost #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

[nicegaai]

thinking about the fucking fanfic i need to finish again EVEN THOUGH i swore off working on it during xmas season >:(

i got caught up in real life stuff + stuck on the writing process bc of some stuff i wasnt happy with (and somehow , if its unfinished, it feels ok if i dont like the quality bc its not a Whole Finished Product. does that make sense? once its finished its more critique-able and i dont like that.) so i back burner'd it for a while but im sick again and i wanna be WRITINGGGGGGGG

scenes i havent written yet are haunting me heehee haha i need my otp to KISS i wanna make them KISSSSSSSSSSSSS i wanna skip the bits that make me think and just do some fucking and sucking or whatever. ok actually that would drive me insane. im mildly irritated that i made the thing too much of a stretch like its dead unbelievable. its breaking the immersion levels of not great writing. i dont know what to do about that except maybe just write it anyway and end it and try not to think about it too hard. ughhhhh. makes me not wanna write it somewhat. BUT. im itching to get back to it also. just for the story. i just wanna be in the story again. ive been drawing art for it a little bit. im thinkin about them...

can i just write the rest of the scenes as the bare minimum information needed to communicate my vision and call it good -_- can i just be like "OK SO get this . and then in the next thing the one guy is like , whoa, and the other guy is like , ^-^ !!!" <- i could do this and write the equivalent of 20k words and we will all have fun

#p

[typeoapologist]

Rich of you to make jabs at other authors for having feelings about the types of comments they get when you barely publish fic yourself but go off I guess. You’re obviously the moral authority here 🙄 it’s always the ones who consume consume consume

well hello there, salty opinion "ANON" 😉

i'm kinda flattered that you've so overestimated how much engagement this blog gets you really thought i wouldn't know who you are. unless the point was for me to know it's you? idk.

the better question is why you're still coming to my blog!

we don't follow each other by intentional choice, so you had to come here on purpose, deliberately, to check on me and it's just really mixed signals, y'know? i'm reportedly psychologically damaging and super awful to even know—so it's baffling why you'd take extra steps to make sure you still do.

but whatever, let's cait corrain this shit! i'll pretend you're truly a stranger that's come to my neglected cobwebby ask box to chastise me for having an opinion you don't like (that you wouldn't even know, if you weren't here checking on me).

yeah dude, have whatever feelings about your comments that you want, i personally find it eye-rollingly pretentious and kinda shitty when fanfic writers go on preachy long-ass diatribes about how awful it is to get a comment (something most fic writers generally agree is a Good and Desired Event) that asks for more or when the next update will be.

funnily enough, i actually agree with the complaint foundation—if the reader's already taking the time to leave a reply it isn't hard to add a little feedback on what they liked and it goes far for the author. i do my best as a reader to always leave something in the comments even if it's just a quick note, because i know it can be really disheartening to put the work into creating something that doesn't evoke any thoughtful reply.

i just also think behaving like you're entitled to a certain type of response to the product of your hobby is wildly self-important and when you post a free thing to the public internet you don't get to control how people interact with it.

most ao3 readers don't reply at all, they barely leave kudos! if someone enjoyed your work enough that they want to read more from you and took the time 80% of your readers won't to tell you as much, imo it's pretty narcissistic to publicly go off about how much they suck and their comment is worse than useless, actively harmful to you, because it didn't sufficiently kiss your ass over your efforts they 'consumed for FREE'

(i super don't get the obsession with how readers get to read fic for free—it's free because no one paid you to write fucking fanfic? that's a zero sum. if you want them to pay for the privilege of reading your work, go get paid to write it)

you do know it's not a balanced thing, right? like, as a writer you need readers or it's just a diary you're composing, but readers don't actually need you to write, do they? there's always something else available to read

must be because i barely ever publish, i just can't possibly comprehend the unique burden and stress of being under that kinda demand. btw, is there a specific posting cadence or threshold that would entitle me to have my own opinion in the tags on my own blog posts? 😂 just curious.

#anon asks #or 'anon' asks at least #so funny that's the thing you chose to zero in on #some random tags #if you're so tired of being consumed stop producing #but you don't get to dictate the response you get when you choose to participate in the internet #sorry