#but when i post it tumblr likes to fuck up my formatting and throw the images everywhere

[sonego]

lewis appreciation weeks ✰ week one: colour

[lewis + blue, white, pink & I’M THAT GIRL by Beyoncé]

from the top of the mornin', I shine right through the blinds touching everything in my plain view and everything next to me gets lit up too

#lewisappreciationweeks #lewis hamilton #f1 #f1edit #formula one #nico.edit #so. this took me WAY longer than i thought it would which actually always happens with edits #cause i don't make them often i'm more of a gifs kind of guy so i never know what to expect when i make edits :sob: #this probably sucks but at this point if i look at it any longer i will go insane and throw my laptop #anyway. did i choose blue white and pink for a particular reason? me? a Known Transgender? maybe. perhaps. #like i didn't make the trans flag bc the colors aren't accurate or anything but i did choose the colors bc of that so #you're welcome lewis for transgenderifying you #also the caption took me ages to write bc the formatting kept getting fucked ?? what is up with that tumblr #i'm talking too much bc i'm nervous about posting this. idk why since my edits never get edits anyway so just another day as a small #gifmaker/editor for me LMAO #okay i'll shut up BUT listen!!! this song is very lewis because lewis IS that girl !!!!! #never get NOTES* okay can i make one! post without a typo

[queenimmadolla]

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ─ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟔

(young parents!eddie munson x reader)

more dad!eddie and pennyverse entries can be found on my masterlist

summary: After taking a pregnancy home test for funsies, you find out that you’re actually pregnant. The scariest part isn’t even the completely unexpected pregnancy, it’s telling Eddie.

warnings: use of an 80s pregnancy test, pregnancy (obvs), mention of periods, not much else.

a/n: based on this request and also based in the pennyverse (see masterlist). i usually always use up my friends’ extra pregnancy tests when they take them, so I’ve developed an irrational fear of this happening to me after writing it out lol. and i still can’t use the keep reading tab bc tumblr eats sections of my fics that i try to use it on so sorry about that and sorry about the formatting, tumblr also refuses to post this if I remove so much as a space. enjoy! let me know what you think (don’t be a dick)! 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were sat inside of the tub—void of any water—and had been for the past hour and a half. It was anything but comfortable. You weren’t paying attention to the ache in your back though, too focused on the vial you held between you fingers, rolling it between your middle and thumb finger while you were careful to avoid spilling the liquid it contained.

How you hadn’t thrown it out of your bedroom window yet, you had no clue. After all, it did kind of betray you. Nancy had a scare with Jonathan about two days prior and you’d gone with her to the pharmacy to pick up a couple of tests, held her hand as she panicked about how she couldn’t put off school to raise a baby but the liquid in her vial remained clear, and so did the next one she tried. While she’d been significantly relieved at the negative results, she couldn’t risk her mom finding the tests so you’d taken the remainder of them (she’d purchased six in total, talk about overdoing it) with the intentions of throwing them out. Then your stupid curiosity got the best of you. You blamed it on how interesting the actual test looked. While you had hated chemistry class, messing with actual liquids, chemicals, vials, and bunsen burners during the labs had greatly amused you.

The pregnancy test looked much too similar to a couple of those components, so you couldn’t resist. You’d peed in the tray, mixed it in with the clear liquid you’d poured into the provided vial, waited a couple of minutes for everything to combine and settle in there, then you placed a drop of the solution into the mixture. The result was unfortunately instant. You’d been fully expecting the same result as Nancy while you prepared the test but to your complete and utter surprise, the liquid in your vial turned a dark shade of blue. And so did the next one, and the one after that, and the last one. You were glad you’d chosen to do this at your parents’ house, you hadn’t wanted Eddie to get the wrong idea and your parents’ still had a room for you but you were interested in the ensuite bathroom connected to it—or else Eddie would have stumbled upon you passed out in the trailer.

You’d settled into the bathtub when it felt like your legs were going to give in as reality shifted around you. What the FUCK? You hadn’t even missed your periods! Sure, they never really came on time but that was because they’d always been irregular ever since Aunt Flo’s first visit! They’d been pretty light and brief, but that still had to count for something right? You groaned as you sunk further down in the tub, recalling all the times you and Eddie had neglected to use protection. You’d been on the pill since before you two even got together (that’s a different story, though) and sure, he occasionally wore a condom but that accounted for only about 15% of the times you had sex. The rest of the times, you’d simply put your faith in your little blue pill. How ironic was it that your birth control was the same color as the positive pregnancy result? Maybe you could laugh about it in the future, but for now, you were panicking about what to do next. You’d only been out of school for about five months, having graduated alongside the majority of your friends and your now-husband in June, and you hadn’t enrolled in a college because—well, you had no idea what you wanted to study or even if you wanted to study anything, so you’d chosen a job instead, which meant school wouldn’t be a problem for you. But telling your husband would be. You’d gotten married the same night of graduation, moved in (officially) with him and Wayne about a week later and you’d been in the honeymoon phase since. Wayne had started sleeping over a couple of trailer’s down at Maude Maple’s—you couldn’t blame him, Eddie wasn’t exactly quiet when you fucked—she was conveniently all alone after her son went away for college in the early fall and had taken quite the liking to her faithful neighbor who never failed to come to her rescue when some appliance of her’s ‘broke down’, meaning you and Eddie had the whole trailer to yourself the majority of the time. That’s probably how you ended up in this situation.

You’d have to tell Eddie. You shot up in the tub, gripping the side with your freehand as a wave of nausea turned in your stomach and you were pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with pregnancy symptoms. What would he do? What would he say? Would he leave you? Did he even want a baby right now? Of course not, he had ambitions and a baby would halt those! Yes, you talked about having kids before, but it was always future plans. This was happening right now.  

You stood up, climbing out of the tub before you capped the vial. You hid it in one of the pockets lining your bag before you quickly got rid of the rest of the evidence, flushing other positive tests and loading your purse with all the trash to discard in a bin somewhere far from your parents’ house and the trailer, where no one could tie it back to you. Wait a minute, you thought as you clutched your bag to your chest. Pregnancy tests give false positives all the time! Maybe I just got a bad batch. Yeah, that’s it! I’ll just go to my doctor, and have this all blown over. You hadn’t experienced any symptoms (that couldn’t be blamed on PMS) and you didn’t feel any different, so could you really be pregnant? —

You were pregnant. 

Not only had your doctor confirmed it, but she’d also informed you that you were about 22 weeks along. Even if you had wanted to get an abortion (which you hadn’t really considered seeing as how you had no idea you were pregnant until that morning), you wouldn’t be able to unless you had a serious medical condition. You’d tried to somehow argue your way out of her diagnosis, or whatever it was, by pointing out that your stomach was still normal, no major change to it as in no abnormally protruding baby bump but she’d informed you that your baby was most likely just nestled in there and, while it was rare, sometimes people didn’t show until late in their pregnancy. Then she’d weighed you and you were indeed a couple of pounds over, compared to what you could remember weighing last. And your periods? She chalked that up to hormone changes after she asked if you’d been experiencing any extreme changes in mood and you’d been able to recall the random bouts of frustration, irritation, sudden sadness, and yeah, that made sense. She’d said it’d most likely stop once you started relaxing. 

If that hadn’t been proof enough for you, the figure on your sonogram was, along with the heartbeat you’d heard during the brief ultrasound. That had to have been the scariest part; you’d been expecting to see a tiny little blob—your fetus at an early stage—but your fetus was far enough developed to resemble a freaking baby and you just couldn’t wrap your head around actually being pregnant, a baby was inside of you at that very moment. Thinking about it made your brain produce no thoughts, just white noise. 

You didn’t go home to Eddie that night, choosing to return back to your parents’ where you faked coming down with something and your mother insisted—like you knew she would—that you stay the night. You took dinner in your room, had your mom tell Eddie you weren’t feeling good and were sleeping it off—not a total lie—when he inevitably called. It was pretty shitty of you but you didn’t know what else to do and hiding out at your childhood home was your only way of avoiding your husband.

You hadn’t been able to sleep. Not with what you now knew. Almost hesitantly, you unbuttoned the shirt of your ridiculous, Winnie the Pooh pajamas and rested your palm just below your belly button, trying to feel any movement from the baby growing there.

While you couldn’t feel anything on the outside, your mind wandered to last week, when you’d been laying on your tummy and felt an odd sensation that you attributed to a silent stomach rumble—though it didn’t feel much like your stomach—, your body just letting you know you were hungry. It had happened a couple more times—all of which you’d been stomach down—and now you were sure it had been the baby inside of you, maybe protesting about being squished. You certainly wouldn’t be sleeping on your stomach anymore, now that you were aware of the new resident in your womb.  

It didn’t even surprise you that you were starting to think of ways to go about making sure your baby was okay in there; while you were scared shitless as most unexpected first time moms-to-be are, there was part of you that wanted to know more about that little human growing inside of you. Would they look more like Eddie or more like you? Would they have his pretty, baby cow eyes or would they have yours? And what about the hair, would it be more like yours or more like his messy curls? Then you warmed, because you had a part of him literally inside of you; you were carrying his baby. While the news of your pregnancy had been daunting to say the least, you were finding that you didn’t completely fear the idea of it. No, what you feared was Eddie’s reaction. 

You were thinking of ways you could somehow avoid him, though you knew you wouldn’t be able to for long. You weren’t showing yet but you would be, probably sooner rather than later. If, for some reason, he didn’t notice—someone else would and word would get back to him.

Frustrated with your predicament, you grabbed one of your throw pillows from next to you and held it over your face to muffle your screams. The sound of knuckles rapping against your window interrupted you and you froze, blood running cold. There was only one person it could be, and it was the very person you didn’t want to actively see at the moment. 

You were positive he could see you, though, and you didn’t want him to think you were trying to smother yourself to death so you reluctantly set the pillow back in it’s place at your side and got up to confront your fears, if not for you then for the little one inside you. Eddie was grinning as you approached your window, pulling it open before stepping back so he could climb in. 

“Hey, Thumper,” he greeted as he righted himself, stretching his arms up after he’d kicked off his shoes and shrugged his jacket off. Once he was standing at full height, he leaned back against the window frame, pretty doe eyes taking you in from head to toe, “How you feelin’? You okay, baby?”

“I’m all right, Bambi,” you lied, willing your body to relax. “My head hurts, that’s all.”

Eddie eyed you skeptically before he closed the distance between you two, hands moving up to cradle your face as he leaned in for a kiss. Like butter, you melted; eyes fluttering shut as your body fully relaxed and your mind went all fuzzy. You’d been married for six months now and you were beginning to realize the effect he had on you would never go away. Unless he did. Your anxiety came rushing right back and you pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“What are you doing here?” You rushed to ask, taking note of the concern written on his face as he stared down at you. “I was worrying myself sick about you. I knew you weren’t feeling good, plus I can’t sleep without you, so if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad. . .” 

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, posture stiff and awkward as you stared back up at him with wide eyes. You hadn’t meant to say it, it kind of just came out on its own but now that it was out there, there was no taking it back.

You studied his face, your heartbeat pounding against your chest with the suspense as you watched his eyebrow quirk up, his pink lips parting slightly in surprise.

Eddie swallowed hard once, mouth continuing to open and close like he was a fish instead of a human, “I’m sorry—what?”

He opened the flood gates again, you couldn’t contain the word vomit, you just kept talking, “I’m pregnant. Like, I am really pregnant, man. I only literally just found out and I was thinking maybe the home tests were bad—all four of them—but they were not because I went to the doctor since I couldn’t believe it ‘cause I didn’t know I was pregnant but she said I was and then I saw it for myself and now I am actively aware of the baby inside me like some sort of chest hugger—except it’s in my womb and I’m gonna have to give birth and I am really freaking the fuck out because I don’t know what we’re gonna do since we didn’t exactly talk about having a baby right away and I know you had plans and this is kind of getting in the way of them and that’s what I didn’t want because I want you to do everything you love and I wanna be by your side while you do it and I’m not gonna lie, I actually wouldn’t mind having this baby since it’s me and you but I don’t want you to leave me over this—“ 

You were silenced when Eddie gently placed his palm over your mouth, effectively stopping your verbal onslaught and keeping you from working yourself into a panic attack. 

“Hey, hey—hey, you gotta calm down, honey. You’re upsetting yourself,” his hand slid from over your mouth to the back of your neck, rubbing at the tense muscles there. “Breathe for me, baby.”

You knew he was right, you were practically shaking in your fuzzy socks. You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm your breathing while Eddie mumbled encouraging words, pressing kisses to your forehead until you’d managed to get somewhat of a hold on yourself. Eddie would hold the rest of you together, like he always did. You wrapped your arms around his middle, snuggling into his chest.

Eddie indulged you, soothing you with cuddles before he pulled back just enough to look at you, while he had managed to calm you down, you could still see the surprise in his dark gaze as he whispered, “You-You’re pregnant?” 

You feared your mouth would run free again, so you remained silent, nodding a couple of times as you nibbled on your lower lip, waiting for Eddie to lose it, to blow a gasket. Seeing you this upset pained Eddie. He could see the fear in your glossy eyes, the quiver in your plump lower lip as you stared up at him, waiting for his response. He tried not to take it personal, knew where your insecurities lied and how much you valued him over yourself. If there was one thing Eddie wished he could change, it’d be the way you saw yourself. He wished you could see yourself through his eyes; you were absolutely perfect to and for him. He couldn’t imagine life without you and he didn’t ever want to, so the notion that he would even consider leaving you was blasphemy. He wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t pregnant. Had this happened in high school or something, he might have freaked out a little but he still wouldn’t have ever considered leaving you. 

Now, it just seemed like the opportune time for this exact scenario. You were already married, so people couldn’t say Baby Munson was a bastard and kids came next after marriage, right? It didn’t matter when you two had them—to him, at least. He knew he’d be a good dad, he wouldn’t be anything like his. Not the bad parts of him. And Eddie knew you’d be an amazing mother, had seen you handle the kid part of your friend group plenty of times.

When he said your name, so tenderly, it made you want to cry, and a tear did slip down your cheek but Eddie was quick to halt it, wiping it away with his thumb, “Listen to me, ‘kay? I’m uh—I’m definitely a little shocked, but there isn’t even a small percentage of me that doesn’t want to have a mini you running around. And my plans? Baby, you are my plans. From the moment I hung out with you in the back of my van at that shitty party, I knew I needed you in my life. Now, you are my life. The only plans I have, are to live happily ever after—and all that gooey, sappy shit I’ll never publicly admit to loving—with you. Everything else that happens is filler stuff, okay? You—and you,” he reached a hand down to rest again the skin of your stomach, rings cool against your flesh, still exposed as your shirt had remained unbuttoned, “—are the only things that matter to me. I love you, and every extension of you—of us.”

You sniffled, nodding your head a couple of times again before he leant down and you met him halfway, lips pressing together in a messy kiss, wet with your tears and Eddie’s. You pulled away once you realized he was crying, too, but he rushed to wipe his tears away, bashful. “Shut up, I have the right to be a little emotional, okay? It’s just been confirmed to me that I’m gonna be a dad, that’s some pretty big, fucking good news.”

You leaned in to kiss a stray tear off his cheek, licking it off your lips as you peered up at him in curiosity, “Confirmed?”

Eddie laughed as you squinted up at him, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “You nearly bit Argyle’s head off when he brought that pizza to movie night last month, baby.” “He forgot the bell peppers after I called him multiple times to remind him!” “And when you were helping Will out with his art project, you kept crying because it made you emotional,” he added, recalling the way you were silently crying as you painted the area of the canvas Will had asked you to touch up. “It was a very moving scene he depicted!” “Not to mention how many times I’ve cum in you. Honestly, the only reason I’m surprised is because I kind of expected this to happen sooner.” 

You winced as his brazen words, normally they got the waterpark down there flowing but you could tell he was trying to get a reaction out of you, “Jesus, Eddie. Your breeding kink is showing.”

He winked, walking you backwards towards the bed, though it didn’t seem like his intentions were sexual, or at least not as sexual as he usually was when he fully intended on ravaging you. Once you fell back onto it, he clambered over you, hands moving either side of your night shirt away. He pressed a kiss to both of your breasts, mumbling a quick ‘my girls!’ before he focused his attention on the lower part of your stomach, suddenly fascinated at the sight of it. 

“So, there’s a baby in there?” He asked, index finger trailing circles over your soft skin, just above your pelvis and the hem of your pajama pants.

“Mhm,” you hummed, then you remembered the sonogram and threw him off of you to run to your purse. Eddie watched you in amusement, lounging on his side, as you dug around in it. Once you’d found both the vial and the sonogram, you returned to the bed, crawling next to him as you handed him both. “What’s this?” He asked, admiring the blue liquid in the sealed vial.

“Chemicals and stuff, I’m pretty sure, and my pee.” He didn’t miss a beat, “That’s really hot.”

“Shut up, it’s my pregnancy test,” suddenly, Eddie was cradling it in his palm like it was the most precious thing in the world, “and this is your kid.” 

You held the sonogram up and Eddie stared at it with wonderment, carefully setting the vial down on your old nightstand before he reached for the sonogram. You let him pluck it from your grasp, watching him in slight awe yourself, as he stared hard at it, easily able to make out the baby’s shape despite the lack of decent lighting. He trailed a finger over it gently, as if he was actually stroking his baby instead of outlining his baby’s form in the sonogram picture. When he looked back at you, his eyes were shining with the promise of more tears as he whispered, “This is our baby?” You nodded as your own eyes began to gloss over, choked up at how much Eddie seemed to love the little one growing inside of you already, “That’s our baby.”

“Holy shit,” He mumbled, gaze focused on the sonogram again before he seemed to come to some sort of realization and his head snapped back to you. “H-How far along are you?”

You pinched your bottom lip between your fingers, nervously as you answered, “Uhm, she said I’m about 22 weeks along now.”

You really loved Eddie’s eyes, so big, brown and pretty, but as big as they were, they could definitely get bigger. Like they were right then as he silently mouthed the latter half of your sentence before he found his voice again, “22 weeks? That’s—That’s five months!” You nodded in agreement, watching as he went through the same sort of emotions you had when the doctor had told you. “That only gives us like what—four months to prepare? Fuck, I have to baby proof so many things, and I have to build a crib, we’ve got to get carseats, what else do we need to raise a baby?”

“We can figure it out in the morning, I am ready to collapse,” you laughed as you took the sonogram from his hand and placed it on the nightstand near your pregnancy test before you pushed him back into the pillows, and unbuttoned his jeans. Eddie lifted his hips to allow you to tug them off and discard them at the end if your bed, then you curled into your place at his side, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent; woodsy (curtesy of the cheap cologne he used), with the slight scent of marijuana but you were even more pleased when you didn’t smell any traces of cigarettes, he’d given them up two months ago. You cuddled for a few minutes, but the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to you. Eddie’s hand stroked over your back, lulling you further to sleep. Before you could fully slip under though, he asked, “Did you happen to find out the sex?” “Mhm,” You mumbled, sleepily as you pressed a lazy kiss to his collar bone.

“You gonna share with the class?” You could hear the amusement in his voice and you smiled against his skin at the mere thought of the pretty grin he no doubt had on his face. Eddie loved to talk to you when you were on the cusps of sleep for some reason. Thought it was endearing. “‘M not in school,” you slurred, eyes fluttering shut completely. “How are you such a smartass even when you’re half asleep?” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled along with him, snuggling further into him. He thought you’d finally fallen asleep after you didn’t answer him, but he was rewarded five minutes later when you mumbled out, “’S a girl.”

A girl. He was gonna be a dad to a little girl. Eddie closed his eyes and he could practically envision her, a little miniature version of you; with your cute nose and your pretty features. Would she have your eyes or his? Would her hair be as unruly as his or more like yours? Maybe if he put a headset over your tummy and played some cool tunes, she’d come out with an appreciation for Metallica. He’d thought four months was pretty soon, earlier, but now it seemed like a century away, he was already eager to meet her. Soon, he mused, a hand moving to rest over your stomach.

Soon.

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[shcyc]

! KINKS

i am so sorry for the long post but tumblr fucked up my format so i cant add the “readmore”

synopsis: haikyuu men and their kinks! — msby4, meian, shion

cw; kinks. these are just my opinions so yah

HINATA SHŌYŌ

don’t let this man’s good and innocent looks fool you, he’s a fucking sex machine and im sure he has a lot of kinks but if I had to pin it down to two, its definitely praise and size kink!

tell me he wont call you names like pretty girl and sweetheart <3 likes it both ways for praise kink — if you tell him how good he’s making you feel, he’s gonna fuck you into oblivion, like you probably wont be sleeping till morning (not that I’m complaining)

him being "small" his whole life honestly deflates his ego a little — so when you whimper and claw at him as he pushes inside you because of how big he is, he can't help but get even harder, stretching you out even more

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he’s so mean, we all know that, so we aren’t surprised when he runs that dirty mouth of his whenever he fucks you hard — so degrading and dacryphillia are probably his top two kinks!

but sometimes, I feel like despite him being mean all the time, he just really likes soft sex and the intimacy the two of you share during that period it’s just something very precious to him

his favorite thing would be seeing you on your knees, dick in your mouth as you tear up while he thrusts himself into you — he just thinks you look so pretty whenever he does that while you struggle to make him feel good

MIYA ATSUMU

dacryphillia and probably exhibition / voyeurism? you crying because hes stretching and fucking you out so good makes his head fuzzy and will have him weak in the knees, though he’d never admit it because you’d tease him — he just loves seeing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks when he pleasures you

likes to watch and be watched. wants to see you pleasure yourself and moan his name, he wants / hope people watches when he fucks you to show everyone how good he’s making you feel

won’t be surprised if he was the one to suggest a gang bang with the rest of the MSBY / inarizaki team! (sounds like a new smut idea)

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

hes such a baby so cute so precious! but bondage and overstimulation is in my head whenever I see him — he likes to see you all wrapped up and presented to him on the bed, just for him to “unwrap”

ok but tie his wrists up when you wanna take control and he will worship you like you’re his god (which you technically already are in his mind) — but yes he likes it both ways! tell me otherwise

he overstimulates because — one, you’d be crying and begging him to stop / for more. two, he gets to go again and again until he passes out. three, both of you feel good, simple as that

MEIAN SHŪGO

ah the captain <3 this man is another sex machine! he’d edge you so much because its both enjoyable for him and you, which is similar to bokuto — more so for him because he gets you hear you whimper and chant his name over and over like a prayer

manhandling! (is that a kink tho?) I mean, he’s just so big and strong that he can’t help but “throw” you around like a doll — side note: he calls you doll and I think that’s pretty cute!

I also think he’d be really into degrading you — fuck, he just can’t help it, you know? you’re so cute underneath him, the dirty words just slip right out of his mouth like honey

INUNAKI SHION

based on haikyuu wikipedia, he teases a lot so I’m assuming he’s into teasing but that isn’t really a kink so I would believe that he has similar kinks to hinata and atsumu? praise / degrading and exhibition

I feel like his praises would sound degrading — “such a good little slut for me”, etc. he’s mean but definitely on the kinder side (though I do think he can be quite rude and mean at times)

and he’s probably the type to pretend he doesn’t like exhibiting but would be so down to watch you try to finger yourself and fail terribly just so you can whine and beg for him to help you!

© 2022 shcyc — this one is for @shuian because I missed you so much <3

#haikyuu #timeskip haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo #msby #timeskip hinata #msby smut #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #miya atsumu #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #meian shugo #meian smut #meian x reader #shion inunaki #shion inunaki x reader #shion inunaki smut #shion inunaki msby #timeskip sakusa #timeskip atsumu #timeskip bokuto #msby 4 #= headcannons!

[blueparadis]

▏CAN'T PRETEND ▏M.SANO ▏

+. content warnings — afab-reader, college au, modern au, college boy!Manjiro and college boy! Draken, enemies to lovers, angst, mention of Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Emma, OCs, explicit smut, oral acts, mature language. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

+. synopsis — Draken, it was all draken; it was his fauilt that Manjiro came to know about your feelings for him but you didn’t regret it, you regretted what happened afterward. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

+. notes — HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SUNSHINE BOY ( I LOVE EVERY VERSION OF HIM) & this piece is a part of “begrudging beloved”, hosted by @hishalo .

— you can also read this in ao3. It took hours for me to format this post because tumblr decided to thrash my remnant energy.I'm so very tired that I feel stoned.

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Manjiro Sano, the heart and sunshine of the college. He was good at sports, quite fertile-brained in academics, and always managed to be in good books with the professors even though he was the pioneer of anything that could sprout into a chain of never-ending trouble.

With Ken Ryuguji on his side all the time, he seemed unreachable yet he had a bevy of girls around him. Most girls swooned over him and he did not exactly enjoy the stares but never bothered to shoo them away. Why would he? He didn't have to do much for their attention; better put it to good use rather than throw it all away.

He was the most outspoken among his friends. Something about him stirred an affinity among most hearts. Was it his smile, his kindness, his mischievous acts? you couldn’t tell. He was a boy full of dreams and the heart wrecker of your soul.

He excelled at keeping up roses and sunshines reputation of his but when you first saw him it shattered too much to mend by itself. He was at the infirmary getting his cock sucked by a senior of his. Boxers gathered at the foot, the jersey tossed aside while his hands were rested on the bed.

There were rounds of practice matches on that day that provided him the perfect opportunity to sneak out. His skin glowing in dim light, soaking in sweat. Eyes closed, the head was thrown back and you exhaled a sharp breath when he flipped his head in the front followed by a husky groan.

At that moment, as you watched him struggle with his breath, gasping and panting heavily, his eyes fell over you. And you immediately vanished in the nearest girl's washroom almost under the reflex.

Sick. Horrid. Who does he think he is? It's not like no one's stopping them but why here? why here of all places? Unfortunately, that wasn't the last encounter. Since your art class was on the fifth floor, opposite the playground it gave a great view, a subject to think about, for most students but you, it turned out to be your maddening distraction.

Classes were fine and with a friend like Naomi, you couldn't ask for more. She was the principal’s daughter but she never exposed the flag to show dominance, to have her way with everything. And that's why you liked her.

Who the fuck cares about the talk going behind your back? And knowing Naomi, she couldn't bother to give a flying fuck who spewed nonsense into her ears, saying that you were trying to use her, to be in good books with her to clear semesters and blah blah blah.

“What’re you going to have for breakfast Nao?”, she peered through her eyelashes pouting a little trying to give thought to you.

“Unlike you, I eat my breakfast and don't stay up late either. So. . .”

“Yea! Yea! Yea! Got it. I'll be right back then.”, rolling your eyes heavenwards, you quickly ended her trail of talk otherwise she'd soon start sounding like your mom.

That was your routine and you never go out of it since this was the only time when you could know if he was absent or present, playing a match or not, having a practice study session, or just detention.

Somedays, Mitsuya, Naomi’s boyfriend came with snacks and you could still find yourself searching for him, Manjiro. It's a good thing that you've English in common with Draken otherwise it's like a circle in a spiral just to get a glimpse of him.

And without Draken, Manjiro hit like a cold wave washing over your soul every time you crossed paths with him. As you reached the food court, you beamed and your heart leaped with joy finding Draken at the usual spot. He was friendly, and well-mannered unlike his friend; why couldn't you just like him instead?

“How was the first class?”, Draken said as he grabbed his bag to put it near the foot of the table.

“The usual. I’m glad I pulled the all-nighter otherwise I would have lost this scholarship”, you quipped adjusting yourself beside him.

“ Da faq ”, Draken screamed. His eyes focused on your body, eyebrows growing closer with annoyance as you try to figure out his awful usage of words, that too in the morning. It's way too early for this.

“God! Sometimes I don't know whether you're careless or just thoughtless. ”, he gives his jersey to you gesturing to put it on. And as you did, you realize that the high-neck ivory top didn't do a great job hiding your bra color. The bra lining was perfectly visible if it were to be against the sunlight.

“I was in a hurry so…”, Draken's eyebrows jumped at your feeble try to put up an explanation as if he hasn’t heard thousands of lame excuses of yours, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”, you amended instantly putting those strained focused eyes of worry at ease.

After the first period, both of you had a free class and he has always been the first to hit the canteen since he has grown accustomed to your ways and habits — of being punctual even if it meant skipping your breakfast. Hence, he is always ready to pay for your breakfast. He is nice and kind but he isn’t witless. He knows which button to press to impress you, which to piss you off and which to use to get to his girl, Emma.

“I’ve one more class, that too a self-study one, then all classes are dissolved...Ah Shit”

“Why are you like this y/n?”, Draken tried to imitate your tone. silencing the call that lit up his phone he apologetically asked, “no but seriously y/n. Why are you so irritated?”

“I did not just come for a single class, well, it wasn’t all in vain . . . ”, of course, it wasn’t. Only two classes and the rest are dissolved. What could be more time-captivating than to watch him play while all you do is sit at a lonely corner of a bench to watch his current ‘fling’ being all over him?

She wasn't the one who had given him a blow job. She was different, a brunette and this one was a blonde bitch. Sometimes you just wanted to scream from the bottom of your lungs to tell everyone how much of scum is he but you couldn't just do that. It's not like he has come after you or harmed you but such a foul act of violating the rules made you snap every time you spotted him with a girl.

“Ken-chin.”, a high-pitched voice. “I knew I’d find you here”, created ripples in your pool of thoughts. It was him. The person you managed to avoid throughout the semester and you were successful if he hadn't just showed up in your favorite place. As much as his presence made you restless from afar, his very presence next to you boiled your blood oozing out annoyance, sometimes anger. He was way too full of himself, the only flaw you could pin till now.

Manjiro sat in front of his friend and before he could take a good look at you, you tapped Draken’s shoulders and left immediately. No words were exchanged and you wanted to keep it that way.

Even though you wanted to know him, you never wished to catch his attention simply because first, you wouldn't stand a chance against those popular girls he has been with or might not fit his needs or probably you're not his type.

Second, why would he even bother to look at you when he has a horde of hot chicks just a tap away? Moreover, it wouldn’t end well for you. While he’ll remain unscathed you’ll become more mutilated than before since there’s no coming back if he ever initiates the first step. After all, just like most of the girls you too had a crush on him.

That day at the infirmary when you saw him you knew you’d be treated just like others, a page to turn over. You could never blame him for that even in all your sanity. He dated girls, he fucked them witless, probably some relationships were broken because of him but you still didn't think he was bad.

They did say love is blind but if that was the case you would at least try once to be in his vicinity thinking he might be kind enough to pick a withering flower like you. But, he would never; Manjiro would never be the one to pick you because you are bad for his health, too pure for his bad habits, and, that he’ll know with just a glance.

Even if he accidentally picks you, all your emotions will come crashing down like a castle of sand struck by his wave of crude, cold tactics. There was no other result of such borrowed love.

Everyone was kind of aware of his flirty behavior but none knew he fucked girls witless in the changing room after winning the match except his team, the girls he tossed to Baji and then to Kazutora after a while getting bored with them.He hated losing. Miraculously, his team never lost official matches. He was always very passionate about what he wanted, be it victory or you.

“Na Ken-chin !…who’s that girl wearing your jersey?, Manjiro asked while his eyes watched you fade into the group of students like a hawk. “Tell me who is she.”

Draken has known him since his childhood and knowing Manjiro, he won’t stop chaffing at him throughout the day until he gets what he wants. Ryuguji lets out a sigh as his thoughts come to an end.

“She is y/n y/l/n. Arts major. quite quick on the tongue but doesn't talk much. she's good at sports too … and she likes to wear light-colored tops, mostly one-pieces. ” Draken states everything with a straight face except that you’re close to Emma since it would be troublesome for both of you. His eyes are focused on his plate that is getting emptied by Manjiro as he robotically spills every single detail he knew about you, that he has noticed since you've been friends with him from the beginning of the year.

And then, he pauses noticing his empty plate before finally adding the finishing touch for your introduction. Manjiro gives up searching for that familiar jacket in the crowd as his eyes finally focused on his friend.

“and today she's wearing a red bra.”, Draken utters meekly as his eyes dart onto his friend’s pale face from the empty plate. His cheeks flushed at his comment.

“Da faq Ken-chin”, Manjiro coughed covering his mouth with the length of his arm. “what’s it have to do with who she is?” He starts to cuss at him which does nothing but brighten up Baji's day who was watching all of these from the corner of the food counter.

Baji was sure taken aback when Manjiro showed interest in a girl. From what he has observed, he never had to take the first step, that is, to gather intel because it’s always the girls who lurk in his range like a moth. Manjiro was more than ready to burn their wings. But Alas! You were a butterfly, so very far from his range yet so tempting to his insatiable ways of hunger.

Draken tossed his bag over his shoulder leaving Manjiro in absolute dismal as he exclaims with a grin, “she’s too good for you. Don't get attached.”, before leaving the table.

Manjiro doesn't get to talk back much since he's still trying to recover from his thought about you since he has seen enough naked girls have an idea how you would be, under that white silk dress with red lingerie set.

But why the fuck Draken would notice such detail about you? You are just some random girl whom he has often seen around himself in breaks. Not that he was much bothered

But Manjiro always wanted to believe that it was a lot more than just some lucky coincidences. And, even though he knew you had seen him in the infirmary he never thought it would be wise to make you aware that he recognized you the very next day.

Still, he was hoping too much. After all, he has seen a lot of his friends going haywire in emotions, affections or love, or whatever they prefer to call it. To him, you were another passing cloud but for you, he was the whole sky full of grey hues, devoid of rainbows and sapphire serenity

“Emma you’re here? Don’t you have classes?”, Naomi’s voice was audible through the corridors. You smiled to yourself since it’s rare for her to come and visit your class. Thanks to whatever meeting the teacher’s council was having, the students could finally breathe freely and even fly.

“Well, it’s all dissolved and I know you two have another class which is more of a self-study period. So, I came to visit. I was getting bored.”

“I’m back”, Naomi and Emma were startled by your excitement. You quickly got rid of Draken’s jersey and handed it to Emma. At first, she hesitated but when you both of you smirked wiggling eyebrows towards her at a rhythm, she could not help but take it with a grin plastered on her face.

“Let me take some pictures”, you muttered taking the phone out of your pocket.

“Woah! You’re quick-witted. And good at this”, Naomi praised as Emma put the jacket on. It was double her size. Still, she looked so adorable.

After taking a few pictures Emma warned, “Do not show them to Draken.” “Aye Aye Ma’am”, you and Naomi, both said in unison perfectly making it clear, that Draken is getting those pictures before her. He’ll get a boner if he sees Emma in his jacket.

The clouds started to cluster at the bosom of the sky while the boys were at the peak of playing volleyball. You glanced through the window and it first fell on Manjiro, then on Mitsuya. You didn’t seem to find Draken, not yet.

“It might rain soon. The forecast said there will be a heavy downpour. Emma, why don’t you go home? I’ve car so I’ll drop Y/n home and we’re staying for a bit to work on our projects.”, Naomi suggested.

Although, Emma didn’t seem to like the idea. She agreed but she needed to inform her brother that she was going home early.

She faded into the corridor while you picked up your palette knife. Keeping the cake crumb in your mouth you started to paint the blank canvas. Naomi was talking to her mom. You noticed Emma running through the field to go to his brother.

“What the actual fuck?”, it took a while to connect the dots; Manjiro Sano, shortly Mikey or Mike. You were aware of both of his nicknames but Emma’s Mikey and the heart-throb of this college would be the same person was a tough fact to digest. You could feel your heartbeats against your ear drums while you watched Manjiro nod at his sister’s predicament and smile at her.

Now, that’s new. You’ve been watching him for months now, well you had to. If you could change your college you’d do it in a heartbeat but that’s impossible so as this; to get a glimpse of him smiling so happily. Even when he was with his friends it was close to scoffing or smirking.

You watched Emma run towards the school building with a grin on her face and when your eyes went back towards Manjiro, his eyes were already on you. Nerves stilled, breathing seemed to stop, you counted your heartbeats sitting like a statue eyes settling on him.

You pondered. Perhaps, he was watching someone else but when you looked towards the coach at the sound of the whistle, he immediately averted his gaze. He was looking towards the net, where players were yet to take positions and the coach was standing.

Damn, he was watching you. It was just a mere fraction of the moment like a flickering light yet it recoiled back to the first eye contact you had with him, vile yet exhilarating! You spotted Baji, Kazutora, and Draken as your eyes scanned the field.

The time flew faster than you imagined. Naomi was busy with her project and judging by the splotches on her dress she got stuck with her art project. Your canvas remained empty since every time you tried to give a shape to your thought his face would appear as well as vanish instantly. Your mind was restless, and so was your soul and you cussed him for that.

The rain had just started pouring. All the boys were still playing except Manjiro. It is not that hard to pick a blonde boy with a short stature among all of them or maybe he rubbed off on you. You scoffed as the thought of being bound to him by anything other than hatred crossed your mind.

The corridor was empty and devoid of the normal chatter. The only sound that prevailed was of the splattering raindrops against the window pane. Manjiro was merrily whistling walking through that lonely corridor and texting his friends to come over to Izana’s place.

Izana, Izana Kurokawa; his step-brother. He was still studying with the aid of scholarships. Unlike his brother, he wasn't very athletic. He was all brains and beauty. He graduated three years earlier than Manjiro. The smile in his yearbook photo declared that he could win many hearts in an instant.

Manjiro had no problem arranging for a place to chill and relax since he gets a little shy in front of his eldest brother, Shinichiro. It’s not the place, it’s the person, he would say. Being ten years elder than him, Shinichiro was like his dad. So, he was always confined in Izana especially in the matters of heart and girls because he believes Shinichiro wasn't like them;

While he held the ability to attract butterflies even though they never seem to come back, Izana and Manjiro were always the flames that would burn their wings. Such was their jealousy, their possessiveness.

Albeit, it would be less tedious to bring a girl over to his house rather than Zana's but Shinichiro had an idea how much it would mean to a girl while his gem of a brother would remain oblivious to such blooming emotions. So, Shinichiro declared a straight no to such habits.

“Listen, Zana. Emma went home early. We’re coming over to your place. Did you score?”

“Yep. How many are coming today?”, Izana exhaled as he checked the watch, 7:30 pm.

Manjiro paused. Draken went to drop Emma. Mitsuya would get busy with his girl.

“It’s just Baji, Tora. Two.”, he wiped his body with his jersey.

“No, make it three” He ended the call immediately and quickly hid against the turn of the corridor as he saw you standing absent-mindedly staring at the rain. There she is, the girl in red.

Without much thinking, he strolled towards you.

“Do you know where”, if he didn’t grab your hand you’d have bashed your head against the floor? His fingers remain clamped around your wrist. You exhaled strongly at such a surprise and before you composed yourself properly as he asked again, “Do you know where Draken is?”

“He went along with Emma to drop her home.”, It’s odd that he has to ask since you clearly remember Emma being all giddy while mentioning that Manjiro insisted on taking someone with her, someone as in Draken.

“Leaving you all alone…”, you quickly detached your hand from his hold and tucked it behind your waist. Your eyebrows congested at his remark.

What did he exactly mean by that? Why? Why would he leave me alone? First of all, why the fuck does he think we’ve something that might end up with him leaving me?

“Well, if you’re free you can come with us.”,

“She isn’t”, Naomi slipped in. Perfect.

Being Mitsuya’s girl as well as the daughter of the principal she was desired by many, perhaps Manjiro too but only to fuck her up. There is nothing he hated more than when he didn't get what he wanted and when his ploy gets an unmendable deviation.

“She is coming with us. I’m going to drop her home after Karaoke”

“What? When did that happen?”, Mitsuya’s jaw dropped because in this weather he would rather spend his time with Naomi rather than along with her friends in karaoke. Manjiro noticed how the love birds talked in eye codes and let out a short throaty chuckle. His pitch black pupils shun in thrill.

“So, if you change your mind. Let me know. I’ll be at the changing room”, he crossed by you leaving you in utter anger and disgust.

“I won’t. I won’t change my mind every time you ask.”, you bit your bottom lip inwards to control your anger but it was in vain.

“And as for Draken, he asked me before leaving with Emma.”, you lied and when he looked back at you, his aghast gaze was the greatest victory.

You walked away into your room leaving Naomi and Mitsuya baffled at your behavior. They kinda knew how you hated him but they happen to believe it’s the otherwise.

Manjiro didn’t realize he was grinning at your sharp display of wit until Baji smacked at the back of his head exclaiming that he looked like a stuffy toy, like Mickey mouse. He let out a trail of throaty chuckles this time gaining Baji’s stares.

“One, two”, Izana searched for number three as he held the door open with a cigarette pressed in between his teeth. He was barely dressed. “Where is number three?”

“Not coming.”, baji and Hanemiya followed as Manjiro stomped through his lavish apartment and sat in the middle of the sofa.

“She’s not easy.”, Baji added

“Ah, it’s a She”, Izana said with a dragging tone earning Manjiro’s stare.

“Yeah, she isn’t easy. Any girl would have jumped at an opportunity like that. How close is she with Ken-chin?”

“Quite close!”, Kazutora added as he started to roll a joint. Manjiro’s eyes flared at Baji and then to Kazutora who seemed too focused on his joint than usual.

“How close are they?”, Manjiro’s voice was stern, bold laced with possessiveness. At first, Baji hesitated, but when Izana nodded at the way he gave in.

“Well, word around the campus is y/n has a crush on him.”

“We all know about Draken but no idea about how he feels about y/n”, Kazutora finished Baji’s thought as he sealed the joint with the tip of his tongue.

For the first time, Manjiro felt awful about himself. Not for craving you only for himself even if that would last only for a few months, but because you saw right through him. He never bothered too much to find answers for why. He thinks those bring more trouble than lies. So, he didn’t give a flying fuck why he was so hooked on you. He just wanted you.

“What are you doin’?”, Draken asked from the other side of the phone.

“Ah! Cursing myself to death”, you said as you gazed at the imprint Manjiro Sano left on your right hand of his hold

“Ya’ know y/n Mikey was asking about you… and”

“And you told everything you know about me?”

“Fuck, at least be a little happy. At least you caught his eyes”

“Why? Why would I be? He is … forget it. I don’t wanna talk about it”

“Oh, c’mon do you think I wouldn't notice how you look at him? ALL THE TIME? ”

“I don’t know. You’re not getting those jersey pics of Emma's. Good night”, your cheeks flushed at his remark. Yes, you watched him. You watched him every chance you would get but if only Draken knew that you could never have him the way you wanted, only yours. So, you had to bury the feeling of liking him before it would bloom into love.

The next day, you couldn’t spot him anywhere on the campus. Even Draken didn’t know his whereabouts. Emma was hard to find too but since she was finally making some progress with Ken, you swallowed your curiosity, your bubbles of worried thoughts about him. Baji, Kazutora - those two were your only option since Nao as well as Mitsu would rather leap with joy thinking you’ve finally come to terms with their opinion. Sometimes, they’re so mom and dad to you.

It has been almost two weeks since you stopped going to the canteen; three since you didn’t spot Manjiro. The former had hurt you more since watching Draken and Emma soaked in happiness and with promised roses, it made you aware of how lonely you were. It is not that Emma stole your place; you never had a place, to begin with. You knew that from the very beginning but to see it all play out was such an eyesore.

At last, you decided to drop by the changing room. You could hear different male voices overlapping with each other. It was difficult to recognize. The moment you entered the volleyball court, there was a silent wave that washed over both of you as you spotted Manjiro spiking the ball. He noticed you since you leaned against the railing over the balcony. It is the last set and surely it wouldn’t hurt to wait and watch him play.

One more score and then the practice match would be over. It was Baji’s turn to serve. You inhaled a deep breath as you started to walk toward the exit but a sharp voice made you jolt. Still, it didn’t stop you.

“Hey the girl in red” “Hey y/n”, it was his voice, Manjiro. you searched for him and as your eyes landed on him he smiled brightly. Your heart leaped into the core of your throat.

“Wait for me. Please. Till the finish the game.”, with all the loneliness and sadness piling up inside your body, you barely could bite back like most of the time and hence you had to wait.

As the game finished you stood near the entrance of the changing room. Kazutora left without much fuss but Baji eyed you up and down, then looked at Manjiro before leaving.

“Thanks for waiting!”, he quipped as you offered him your insulated water bottle still trying to figure out your actions. If you still had a place to go after the first period, as you had a few weeks ago; perhaps, you wouldn't have been here. Thanks to Draken.

“Did you tell anyone?”, Manjiro noticed the confusion in your eyes. “About what you saw at the infirmary last semester?”, your eyebrows jumped as the memory flashed at the back of your head.

He emptied the bottle over himself and drank the rest of the cold water as his dark globes scanned you.

Manjiro was at his limit, cautious around you since he never dealt with your kind. The kind that would look breathtakingly beautiful while drowning in vulnerability. He didn’t know that until he noticed you coming day in and day out at the canteen. Watch you stare at Draken and Emma as you grabbed a packed food and then leave without a word.

Manjiro knew you were friends with his sister and secretly he was thankful for the friendship that kept you from being the third wheel in her relationship. But what he couldn’t digest was how you looked at Draken.

It is such a vicious cycle how Manjiro will never know how you looked at him, thought of him, and pushed him out of your soul before you gave in to the illuminating flame of affection.

“No” His eyes were pale. “My turn. Did you seriously make me wait to ask this?”

Even though Manjiro wanted to slam you against his closet, hold your thighs tightly to kiss those soft lips of yours, he couldn’t. Manjiro banged shut his closet making you a jolt.

“Sorry. Did that startle you?”, you felt awful when he thrashed your question just like Draken slowly forgot to buy food for you.

“No. your behavior did”, you tartly spoke and vanished from his sight as soon as possible. He watched you as your faded in your off-white dress. She likes to wear dark-colored inners.

It was almost the end of another semester. All were busy preparing for their exams and at a boiling moment like this, your phone rang in that familiar ringtone. It was Draken.

“Yes, what?”

“I need your help y/n”

“With what? Notes? We’re from different streams Draken. Plus, I’m sure Emma would be happy to help you with that. She knows everyone, bye”

“Wait, wait wait. I need your help” and that tone alone declared that he still hasn’t confessed his feelings. You rolled your eyes since even without the confession they looked like they made it official.

Around four o'clock in the morning, the call ended. He was complaining about how you stopped coming to the canteen and when you came clean, he was so nice to apologize at length, probably overdid it.

The day exams ended, Emma and Naomi insisted you on attending the party at Izana’s penthouse, more like dragged you in it saying it would be fun but here you are standing on the lonely balcony while others were dancing, drinking, and enjoying their youth to the fullest.

After the end of every semester, this was a must. And all thanks to Izana. After his mom died he inherited all the wealth. Even though, he was adopted he inherited all the property as well as the alimony. At first, he didn’t want it. Cursed money he’d say to Ran but the rumor has it a certain girl changed his devilish heart. They’re not together though; It is a wonder how a devil let go of his angel who was ready to soak all his sins.

As soon as you entered the room where DJ was set up, Draken pulled Emma after nodding in your direction. You smiled as you knew what he meant. He is going to confess today. Emma dragged you into the crowd. Emma is not much of a freestyle dancer, she wished to pursue ballet so she stood in a corner watching both of you go wild. You felt a bit remorse thinking she might misunderstand but then again you can’t say explain yourself not when she has not asked for it. It would backfire.

But when Manjiro saw you, you were already swinging your hips along with Ryuguji who seemed too absorbed in the moment. Naomi went to search for Mitsuya. You spotted a guy with a sleeveless vest, headphones around his nape moving his body in rhythm. His tattoo was glowing in the dim light. He looked so hot. You searched for a familiar stature since Rindou was never alone, he always had his brother, Ran by his side even if they were polar in every way.

As you skimmed through the crowd you bumped into Kazutora. He was a bit handsy, and so were you. You still couldn’t spot Manjiro which was a good sign. “Sorry Y/n”, his breath was refreshing non-alcoholic unlike other guys but his eyes declared how stoned he was.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him to a side where it’s less crowded. His ear-spread smile was enough to let you know how thankful he was. A dark-haired boy with emerald green eyes came to his savior. Kazutora immediately wrapped his arms around him and you excused yourself as you noticed the eyes of the other guy. Some would say he’s high but you tend to believe it was little more than just friends.

“Wanna paint your body y/n ?” speak of the devil. You turned your gaze towards Izana who just finished painting Manjiro’s body. A face of a lion on his back. No wonder Izana was selected as a guide for the previous art exhibition. Unfortunately, you missed it since you still hadn’t enrolled in this university.

Manjiro started complaining about how there’s no point in painting his body if he can’t see it. Izana ignored and nudged him to move aside. You hesitated at first, but when you noticed most of the girls were in short tops, you swallowed your inner thoughts before slipping the shirt on the floor.

Now, you were just in a skirt, a pant, and a lacy black bra.Izana grinned. He tapped the cigarette as he kept the brush in the paint bucket. He looked at Manjiro and then towards you before leaving. Great, so everyone knows how you hated him, liked him, or whatever.

Manjiro stood in front of you with that brush in his hand as every sound seem to fade. Can’t you just live for once? Can’t you just have him? Just for once? What could he possibly do in the remaining two semesters?

The moment he was about to say something there was a power cut. A shrill cry of disappointment echoed through the room while you thanked the heavens. You wanted to go away from this place as soon as possible and this seemed like a perfect chance. “Just stay.”, a feeble voice reached your ears while Manjiro pulled you to an adjacent cubicle where the moonlight fell over your face.

The power was back up, and so was the music. He still had the brush in his hand. “Why were you dancing with Ken?”, eyes boring into you as he cornered you more. “Because your sister dragged me”

“Half-sister”, he corrected.

“I don’t care. Move”, you raised your voice as you felt your pulse rising.

“What if I don’t ?”, he blocked the exit with his arm having your naked belly brush the length of his arm. “Look at me”, his lips brushed your ears.

“What if I don’t?”, but your words were responded with action. Manjiro swiftly pulled you against his firm chest. His skin was burning. You froze at his audacity and were ready to scream.

“You’re free to do anything you want”, his limb grazed your boobline. “And so am I”, he murmured before turning you around.

It happened within a blink of an eye. Your hands were above your head pinned by his, one of his legs shoved under your skirt as he sucked your lips. You wanted this, wanted to have him. So what if he forgets after a few months and calls you just for sex? You were not bound to answer him, were you?

“Do you still want me to move?”, he asked. Breathing perfectly normal while you struggled to inhale. You looked at him since his question is so baseless given the fact that he still held your hands above your head. “Right ‘course”, he let go of your hands. As he was about to walk away, you grabbed his toned muscular arm. He is strong. He turned around and nothing need to be said since he noticed your soft parted lips. And just like that, a butterfly was ready to burn its wings in fire, like an ordinary moth.

When you opened your eyes, you were in an oversized shirt, your pants and wrapped in his arms. Manjiro was still sleeping, his blonde strands of hair curled at the bottom. His back was half-clad with the cover. You removed the quilt from him in an instant as the last night’s impulse twinkled like a star. Thank god he is in boxers.

No discarded condom packet was lying as you scanned the floor and the dustbin looked intact. But that still doesn’t mean you didn’t do it. Your chest heaved at the thought of waking him up. You extended your hand and then retreated, then again extended it near his cheeks and instantly curled it in your lap.

“Woah! That was hard to watch”, Izana was so loud or maybe it was the booze that still fazed your senses. He majestically stomped into the room and smiled as he exclaimed, “This is my favorite part”

“Wake up Mikey.”, he grabbed his arms to jerk him a bit. He groaned and curled against your thighs. You never looked so lost before. What exactly you could do when your crush is still asleep beside you while his step-brother wakes him up?

“Shin called me ten times”

“T-E-N times ?!”, Mikey sprung up on the bed.

“He falls for it, every damn time”, Izana quipped looking at you before leaving his brother in absolute horror. Mikey jumped out of the bed and as he turned around he noticed you sitting like a good girl at his display. He swallowed hard noticing the bite marks near your inner thighs and neckline. “Just gimme two minutes, I’ll drop you home”

“No. Thank you”, and that surely woke him up if a lie like that didn’t. He sat near the edge of the bed. “I know girls like you”, he mumbled tapping your nose. He is not even sorry that he tosses girls so easily. You peered through your eyelashes, he continued, “Who thinks it’s a mistake, who thinks it’s bad to do something like this, who thinks they are bad to enjoy their life before marriage.” Your heart flipped inside your ribs as those very lips that spouted such sweet talk dashed on to your lips.

Yes, he knew everything. He knew how easily you would give in, how you were so stubborn to avoid him because this is what scared you the most; to be just another girl to him. If he remembered you as Emma's friend that wouldn’t be a bother but you lost the chance yesterday when you kissed him back.

You pushed him away saying, “I’ve to go” and didn’t pay any heed to his pout. You dressed in the bathroom and before leaving you remarked, “Good luck with that” pointing towards his boner. You smiled as he quickly covered himself.

Manjiro enjoyed this as much as you regretted it, for him, he had won this. He couldn’t care less about you, your silly crush on Ken-chin, or that you’re Emma's dearest friend. He had won the bet.

A new semester began. Naomi and Mitsuya were no doubt in utter shock at such vivid progress. You just had to go through another semester, then you don’t have to see him anymore and he would never know how much your heart ached for him. But things weren’t that easy. While you tried your best to avoid him, he used to pop now and then. He even stopped seeing other girls and the most shocking part is you didn’t even ask for it.

Most of the girls envied you and talked behind your back which made you feel awful since you didn’t ask any of these. You barely kept in touch with him. Sometimes, he would take you for a bike ride and talk about his dreams, and his friends but he neither asked about Ken nor Emma.

He was certainly curious about Naomi but you were lost in him. Those moments however seemed unpromising meant the world to you. Why? Because you had fallen in love with him. You no longer loath him with every beat of your heart. You now desired to let him burn your wings so that you could never leave him, even if your sane voice told you to.

The semester ended way too early or so as it seemed. And like a tradition, most of the familiar faces gathered at Izana’s penthouse. Baji mentioned that he saw Mikey on the balcony with Izana but when you reached there it was empty.

“Looking for Mikey I guess”, a boy with strangely symmetric scars at the edge of his lips asked you as you entered the lift. He followed. You searched his face trying to place if Mikey ever mentioned him in his talks. “Haruchiyo?”, you muttered gaining a wide grin from him. When you looked at him a little too long, he wore his mask. You wanted to apologize but the moment the door of the elevator opened, you stopped as you saw the blonde boy. He was sure with Izana; that was correct but Baji got the wrong floor.

“So, you’re gonna ditch her? Just like that?”, Izana asked.

“ I mean. We’re not together. We are not even official or anything like that. I’ll just walk when I’ll feel like it”, Manjiro puffed out a ring from his drag, as he continued, “I wouldn’t have bothered to do this if Haruchiyo didn’t point it out … that how close she was with Draken. I mean I would ruin everyone who would break my sister’s heart.”

“Still, she needs to know Mikey. It's better that way. She is different ya’know, she is …” Izana absent-mindedly glanced in the direction of the elevator.

There you were standing with blank eyes with Haruchiyo by your side who had no idea that his silly comment would turn into an obsession and eventually end with such an awful heartbreak. Izana was staring at you with parted lips.

“yep. She is different.”, Manjiro added following Izana's trail of vision. You snapped into reality and immediately took the stairs as your eyes met his. That was your last eye contact with him before you walked out of his life.

“Fuck Haruchiyo, move !”

“Mikey? You get most of the girls here and you pull this shit? When you talked about her to me over the phone I thought you changed. You didn't...”

“Fuck, fuck fuck…just move”, Manjiro pushed Haruchiyo aside and ran as fast as he could.

“y/n you're gonna hurt yourself. You're gonna fall off the stairs.”, Manjiro shouted as he ran through the stairs pushing through the crowd. When he reached near the pool area he saw you in a yellow dress running towards the main road.

“y/n STOP. Listen to me. ”, he panted as he saw you pause. “I can explain.”

“Manjiro Sano. I don't want your explanation. You're free now. So, stop following me.”, with that you slowly walked towards the mouth of the main road to catch a bus without looking back. For the first time Manjiro knew how heartbreak sounded. It sounded as if a wounded creature wailed all night till it was dead.

“For the first time in my life, I've seen you interested in a girl.” Manjiro shot his hazy gaze upwards.

“Ken-chin!”

“told you she was too good for you.”

“fuck you.”, Manjiro hissed as he took Draken’s hand to stand up. She indeed is different.

The next day was normal and the day after was too. You didn't speak of him to Naomi. Even, Mitsuya’s visits became less frequent. There were quite a lot of spectators so it's quite normal for people to know about it. Mikey's girls were smiling again but not for long. It was a week.

It was a week everything was like this. Slowly, people started to talk, blame you for Mikey's cold behavior, and hold you responsible if Mikey was absent. Naomi couldn't defend you anymore.

Rumors and lies spread like wildfires. Some even said that he left you because you cheated on him with Haruchiyo. It broke his heart when he saw you in the elevator with Haruchiyo. You pretended not to care while he did the same.

Haruchiyo was easy to find. He was a transfer student at your university. He always wore a mask most probably because he didn't want to catch anyone's eye but you saw him without his mask, that day, more like he let you. Why would he do that?

“Y/n what's wrong with you?”, a shrill high pitched voice gained your attention enough to make you look at the face of the person. You’ve been avoiding people’s faces lately.

Emma. You knew this day would come. You've prepared for this day. You exhaled deeply before she started to cuss at you but all you heard were words of apology.

“Why didn't you tell me? I could have talked to him. I could have talked to Shin— she was on the verge of crying because she held herself responsible when she heard every ounce of truth from Izana. Izana sure is all beauty and brains.

“Emma. Relax. Breath.”, you cupped her hands. “I knew it from the very beginning. I knew it all along. Just pretend that I was one of his easy fucks. that's it”

“is that what you tell yourself?”, Draken quipped. You wondered how long he had been standing near the door but he sure looked concerned, not sure for whom exactly — was it you, Mikey, or Emma?

“No. Because we never fucked each other ”,

“Rrrrr-right!”, he nodded and stared at you.

“We just like had … make-out sessions and bike rides...”, you trailed off when Emma and Draken both were shocked at your words. They couldn't believe it. “Why are you two looking as if I'm lying? Did Mikey already brag about how he fucked me or did he already tell that I was clean so that others could have me...after all I was Mikey's girl ?”

“This is serious.”, Emma remarked.

“Indeed.”, Draken nodded three times. “Mikey doesn't take anyone for a ride, for all the girls he has fucked and he is ...

“what Draken is trying to say is that he is himself with you.”, Emma picked up his cue, and before she could tell you to mend the broken ties you let out a snort.

“Emma. I'll talk to you later. I've classes today”, another lie along with a few thousand others. You checked your watch and quickly walked towards the exit. You headed towards the music class since it was empty at this time.

You were sitting near the window facing it at the music class when you spotted Haruchiyo playing baseball. You watched him through the window as he hit the ball flying across the field. He seemed happy. maybe he still isn't aware of the rumors.

“y/n, do you have class here?”,

“Yes. no. I'm sorry. I'll leave.” when you turned around you noticed a blonde guy and a familiar dragon tattoo peaked through his collar. Manjiro Sano. of course needed a change. He couldn't even look at you.

“We didn't have a proper chance to talk...I’ I’m sorry for all of these. I didn't realize it back then...

his words seem to fade. he seems to become hazy. You felt a burning sensation near your temple before you almost lost balance. you grabbed the handle of the chair but alas! the ball hit you hard enough to make you faint.

When your heavy eyelids opened, you noticed Emma sitting near your feet. Draken's bag was near the bottom of the door. The beeping sound slowly helped you regain your senses. You turned your head only to find Manjiro sleeping as he held your hand. His cheeks were pressed against the back of your hand. You didn't feel his warmth. The sedatives and painkillers were to blame.

You tried to move your hand a little as you tried to remember the last thing before you fainted. You remembered how Manjiro’s voice slurred as he held you in his arms, as you tried your utmost to say I love you too.

You closed your eyes thinking he might just act out of pity. After all, if you hadn't seen him at the infirmary, if he hadn't acted on such an impulse thought, if you didn't know Draken he wouldn't even give a fuck about you, maybe he still doesn't but the way he was grasping onto your palms screamed how desperately he wanted you to stay in with him, only him. You drifted to sleep again.

Damn ! the pills and baseball players. damn Haruchiyo. damn it. fuck everything...

It was night when you woke up in your vivid senses. Your parched throat ached for a drop of wetness. You manage to stand but with that slipper, you were bound to fall and it would surely knock you out forever with such weakness in your body.

The corridors were silent, devoid of bright lights. Your room was engulfed in darkness except for the light perforating through the glass windows. “You never learn do you?”

If it wasn't for the fall, you'd have died out of a heart attack. Who on earth does that?

“I’m thirsty.”

Draken switched on the lights. He texted someone. Probably his dearest friend, Mikey. Before leaving the room he handed you a bottle. You cursed how weak your body was since you were unable to open the cap. Fuck you Draken. You tried a few more rounds and then gave up.

“Here”, a small bottle finely opened with a straw dipped in it. “It’s chilled. Just like you prefer”, you knew that voice, those rough hands, long fingers with a firm grip. You couldn’t seem to get the name properly.

“Izana?”

“Uh…no”, he cleared his throat, “You don’t remember me? It’s Manjiro. Your Manjiro” You tried to gain your composure but finally gave in to his adorable ways, his long eyelashes that reeked of loneliness and surrender; his pink lips that slightly parted and trembled at the possibility of losing you. You had no idea you could wield such power, power to see him vulnerable, to see the Manjiro Sano on his knees. You started to drink the cold mineral water using the straw. Sitting on the bed, having him standing near your knee you left him bobbing like a broken boat with the greatest trail of confusions.

What if the concussion was too much? What if she seriously doesn't remember me? What if she thinks of Izana as me and me as Izana? Oh my god fuck! That’s even worse.

You noticed his grip stiffened and clenched the bed sheets. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’m fine Manjiro”, you uttered giving him an apologetic look. His eyebrows knitted close. And so you kissed him clearing all his doubts, soaking all his waves of anger and disappointments, absorbing every bit of loneliness from his frail body.

“You shouldn’t have done that”, he remarked as you pulled away from the kiss. His hands were underneath your thighs while yours curled around his slim nape.

“Mikey. Control”, and both of you flew away from each other. Mikey even bashed the back of his head against the wall. He glared at Izana but a bigger stature appeared. It was Shinichiro.

“A word Mikey”, Shinichiro scanned you with suspicious eyes.

As both the Sanos were talking outside, well Mikey was on the explaining end that included lots of hand movements while Shinichiro listened keeping his hands folded in his chest. There was no doubt that they were discussing you since at every other minute Shinichiro looked at you with surprise in his. At each glance, the surprise kept swelling until Manjiro turned him around to make him face his back to you.

“Remember that rumor, that I changed myself for a girl?”, Izana gave you a lollipop because the way Shinichiro shook his head declared that it’s gonna take a little while.

“Yeah…”, you supplied as you took the lollipop.

“Well, it wasn't. It was him”, he popped out his lollipop and smiled looking at you. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“He is so handsome”, and Izana almost choked on his breath since he knew Mikey’s pout would last weeks long because of this. Both the Sanos left in a hurry after Shinichiro got a call. But Mikey came back to say. “Izana watch her. Just watch her”, no one would suspect Izana of being a tease the way he nodded his head like a good boy.

“Do you know why he got that dragon tattoo similar to Draken and Mitsuya?”, Izana asked but he rolled his eyes noticing your curious globes.

“He felt lonely. He was happy for Emma and Draken, for Mitsuya too. No doubt about that but he missed them. He couldn’t exactly roam around the campus like he used to” he looked at you pulling out the candy into his mouth and discarding the stick into the bin. “And then he met you. You whom he thought had a crush on his friend, Draken. So, trust me when I say that handsome brother of his might do the same what Manjiro has done with you.”

“I know I got lucky but that doesn’t change the fact that he is an asshole”

“A valid fact”, he shook his head. He took a few steps towards the exit. “Try to think”, he slipped before leaving you in all sorts of confusion.

When you were discharged from the hospital, it was Izana who came to take you. He brought his car.

“Your mom drained your father in alimony”, you remarked looking at his black Lamborghini. He simply smiled. It smelt of pride and confidence. The car ride was mostly silent but your mind was not. It was a pool of questions, questions like where is he taking you? Why did he come? Why Manjiro didn’t come? Is he angry? Or is he sick?

“I think you’re taking the wrong route”

“Ha-ha. No no. y/n. Mikey couldn’t come. He was nervous since he kinda blames himself for your accident. Plus, the doctor asked you to remain under watch. So, Mikey thought it would be better to take you to my house” Izana noticed your denial as you frowned. “Mikey told me you wouldn’t like the idea” and that softened your expressions.

“Your house? House as in your penthouse?”

“House as in my house”, he corrected. A staff got all your bags while Izana guided you up to your room.

“Wait here! Mikey will be here shortly” and with that Izana left the room.

You pulled the curtains and gasped at the view. The whole city was drenched in rain and the glass became foggy. You wrote, “I love you Manjiro Sano”, and felt childish about it.

“Can I come in?”, you immediately pulled the curtains back and turned around.

“Mikey. It’s you”

“You never call me Mikey,”, his eyebrows grew closer but this time there was a curve at the edge of those pink lips. “What did you do?”, he was wearing a black suit and his boots clicked against the wooden floor as he approached you.

“Stop right there.”, you exhaled “Tell me something, are you planning to take me somewhere and then marry me and then keep me somewhere away from everyone-

Manjiro walked towards you even with your disapproval. You closed your eyes, the curtains clenched in your fist hold as his body grazed yours while his hands swiftly made you release the hold on the curtains.

“I might!”, he whispered as he drew the curtains. “I think I’ve to if you keep doing things like these”

You grinned at him as his eyes bored into you without blinking. Your smile sublimed and a low gasp evaporated through your lips as he pulled you against him, his hands stilling around your waistline. Your nose crooked as he brought his face closer to yours.

"That day if I would have looked you in the eye and said those things, perhaps you wouldn't be so hurt..."

"That day if you looked me in the eye, I would have fled out of your sight", there was a smile on his face, a smile that wouldn't wither away. He took your hands in his and kissed your palms as he continued, "I'm...I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I was such an asshole. All I cared about was winning, winning at everything and anything until I lost myself. I think I love you"

"You still think...?"

"Hey, At least I'm trying...", he muttered softly while your eyes darted to the view outside.

"I think I love you too", you murmured as he wrapped his arms around your belly pulling you close to his body. You were now facing the view again as his lips started to work its wonder.

“I remember how you told me that you’d win every match if I take you to arcade games”, his hands slipped under your dress. “You were so drunk that you barely let me do anything; I wasn’t drunk drunk but I’m glad it was your pussy that I tasted while going down on someone”

“Oh my god! Please stop talking right now.”, you palmed your face in embarrassment but he wasn’t going to stop, not anytime soon.

“And, when you talked about Draken and Emma, about how happy they were, about how lonely you were, I felt that too. It was so hard to hold myself back”, Manjiro sat at the edge of the bed having you in between his legs, his hands still clamped around your thin torso.

“Don’t tell me we did it while I was drunk”, you uttered in dismal.

“No, we didn’t.”, he chuckled as he swung sideways. “You almost cried saying that you’re strong, that a one-night stand doesn’t define you, and that you’re gonna prove Nao wrong”, that it is just a dried leaf of autumnal fall.

“So, try to trust me when I do this…

“Do wh-at …ah aH”, your hands flew back on his thighs. With a firm grip, you gasped as one of his hands massaged your boob while the other rubbed your feminity. You were squirming in his hold but that didn’t faze him. “Man-Ji-ro”, you moaned and it was responded with a harsh bite against your pulse point. He brought his slick wet fingers near his lips. You watched him lick it clean as his other hand rested over your tummy.

Your palm dived into his soft strands of yours as you kissed him instantly. You could feel his smile through the kiss. His hands gave a squeeze on your waist muscles. Manjiro felt you relax as he pulled the elastic of your panty and then released it. It made you flinch and immediately pull away from the kiss.

That was his chance, the only chance to turn the tables around. Within a blink of an eye, you were underneath him. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous”, he murmured staring at you. You noticed the gleam in his eyes that roamed all over your body and stilled over your excited nipples. You got rid of the red dress that Emma brought you before the day you were discharged.

This is the first time he has seen you naked. You were far more angelic than what he had imagined. Manjiro latched his lips around your pebbled nipple as he interlaced his fingers with yours. You squealed as he sucked too hard before biting your flesh.

“Mikey”, and he rolled along your side. It was Shinichiro's voice. Thank god the door was closed.

He cupped your cheeks and rubbed his thumb over your flushed cheeks.

“MIKEY”,

“Yea! Coming”, he responded. He checked his watch. “Gimme fifteen minutes” and before you could ask him not to stall his brother further he positioned his mouth near your clit. He pushed aside the cloth and gave a broad lick.

A smirk laced his lips because it would take less than fifteen to make you cum. It turned him on as he smelt your arousal.

“Fu-ck! Don’t stop”

“As you wish babe”, his mouth kept altering between broad licks and strong sucks. He paused as he felt you struggle for breath, wraith under his touch till you came.

“May I know where you’re going?”, you asked as he stood motionless staring at your naked body that was glistening in sweat.

“Get dressed !”, he pointed towards your bag. “And stay close to me. Don’t go around jumping all over the place”

You frowned thinking how much of a child he thought you would be. You couldn’t exactly blame him since all he knew about you was from Draken. Mikey had no idea about how a lover acts when they’re around the people they fancy; After all, you are his first love.

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[beaker1636]

So no clue where this came from but it just happened like a month ago and I haven’t had the guts to post it yet but my friend Paige keeps telling me to soooo here’s a very smutty Chris fic.

Please be gentle, I don’t write smut at all, this is my first attempt. And I absolutely hate it despite paige and another friend saying it was really good. Also sorry if formatting gets fucked up, I type these on my laptop but can’t remember my tumblr password so I cut and paste it from a document on my phone into tumble so sometimes it gets wonky.

“Hey baby, I am sorry but things are not going how I wanted so I will be done late, we will have to move our date to another night. As soon as we finish this song I will come to your place and we can watch a movie or something,” you read the message from your boyfriend Chris for a second time, your mood instantly dropping.

This is the third time he has had to cancel date night in the last couple weeks that he has been home so that they can continue working on the new album at night. You understand that this is what he does for a living but you are getting really tired of this happening all the time. Honestly, it is making you start to feel like you arent important to him and that maybe he doesn’t want you around as much as he used to.

You sign, before responding to him. ‘Okay, don’t worry about coming over tonight if you are going to be late, you can go home and rest so that you are ready to work tomorrow.”

You get a response rather quickly, catching you off guard. “I want to come see you, I feel like we haven’t had any time together with both of our jobs.”

That message is what finally breaks you, that makes you snap and let out all your frustration in one strongly worded message that you send back.

“And that is somehow my fucking fault, YOU are the one who has cancelled on me yet again. Go fuck yourself, I don’t even want to see you tonight now,” you type out, fighting tears of frustration that are threatening to fall as you hit send.

You quickly shut your phone off and throw it on your living room table so that you don’t have to see what his response is. You had a rough day at work and really needed to be with him tonight but that doesn’t matter anymore, nothing matters anymore.

Storming off to the bathroom you start to wash your face of your makeup, its just going to get ruined when you eventually stress cry, which you know is going to happen. You also say fuck it and change into pajamas, theres no reason to be dressed up just to spend the night alone in your apartment.

You follow this all up with getting a large glass of wine before going to your room with your new romance book to read and drink your feelings away, hoping that it would give you a much needed distraction so that you don’t spend your night sulking about your fight with Chris.

About an hour later it has worked, you are so drawn into the story that you don’t hear your front door open rather hashly, nor do you hear the footsteps leading to your bedroom until your bedroom door slams open.

You look up and gulp when your eyes lock with Chris’, his eyes showing you very quickly just how pissed off he currently is.

“This is seriously what you have been doing while ignoring my texts and calls? Reading a book?” He seethes, glaring at you to the point you are uncomfortable and glance away.

Fighting the tears that are now threatening to fall down your cheeks, you decide to be quiet for a minute to think about what you want to say.

“Maybe if you actually made time for me and didn’t always put me second I wouldn’t want to ignore you.” You finally say, quietly, feeling rather small in the moment. You hate confrontation so to know that Chris is upset with you really has you anxious.

“You know we are recording and have deadlines we have to meet, I can’t just leave in the middle of a song,” He spits out, growing more frustrated.

Feeling like Chris isn’t even listening to you and not wanting to get yelled at even more you decide to go back to reading your book, this conversation can be finished once he has calmed down some.

This is the last straw for Chris however, who is not going to let you continue to ignore him. He storms over to your bed and quickly rips the book out of your hands in annoyance, his eyes scanning the text on the page that you currently had the book opened to.

“Seriosuly, you are ignoring me so that you can read about other people fucking eachother?” His eyes darken as they scan your face, watching for your reaction.

Finally having enough of his tantrum yourself you finally crack. “Yeah, I am. It could have been us if you would actually show up for a fucking date.”

If he wants to fight then fine, you will fight back. He doesn’t get to be a dick when it is his fucking fault that you are upset and fighting right now. You match his glare, not wanting to be the one to back down at this point, too riled up to give in. But slowly his glare turns into a smirk, and he makes his way to the other side of your bed, climbing in next to you.

“You want to read your book so bad, fine. Read it, out loud,” he challenges, thrusting your book back into your hands.

“What? No I…. I can’t. That just, what? No Chris,” you struggle to come up with a coherent response, feeling awkward and honestly embarrassed at the thought of reading out such a dirty scene out loud in front of him.

“Why not? You seem like you have plenty to say tonight, so come on. Put your words to good use and read it to me,” he teases you. Chris knows that if he pushes you enough that you will do exactly what he asks you to, because you always do.

“Ugh fine,” you grumble.

You know Chris well enough to know that he is playing some kind of game with you but what exactly? You aren’t sure.

“‘You’re already so wet for me,” he whispers, his tongue running flat alone the darkening marks along your neck. He drags his fingers up the length of your heat’”.

You cut off suddenly with a gasp as Chris slips a hand inside your pajamas and your panties to do what you just read to you, removing the garments from your body.

“Keep reading, you wanted to ignore me for your book so bad so lets see if you actually can,” his voice grows deep as he continues to tease you.

You suck in a shakey deep breath before you continue.

“‘What do you want me to do to you,” he asks, your thighs shifting around his wrist. “Hmm?’

‘To touch me,’ you whisper, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.

‘You’re going to have to be more specific,’ he informs you. ‘And aren’t you forgetting something?’

‘Sir?’

‘Much better.’ He nod his head and you withhold a sigh, you’re never going to remember that. Before you can utter another word, two thick fingers are inside of you, you being wet enough to where he has very little resistance as he thrusts them knuckle deep.’”

You hesitate, swallowing as you try not to make a sound as Chris yet again does what you just read. You don’t want to give that cocky bastard the satisifation of knowing what he is currently doing to you.

He stops moving, glaring at you again. “You stop reading, I stop touching you.”

“‘ He pulls his hand back enough only to thrust them back inside you roughly, causing a deep whine to leave your throat at the sting of pain and pleasure, shivers immediately crawling up your spine.

He pulls away slightly, watching you under a heavy lidded gaze as his fingers continue to thrust into you, rough, forceful and unforgiving…”

You cut off, finally giving into Chris, whispering fuck this, throwing your book onto your bedside tabe before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

He resists, not giving you the kiss that you are craving so desperately.

“I always get what I want,” he says with a chuckle. “And don’t think that after the way you spoke to me that I am going to let you cum that easily.”

You try to hide your disappointment when his fingers leave where you need them most.

“Now clean up the mess you made,” he demands, holding his hand infront of your face.

You learn forward, taking his two fingers between your lips, tasting yourself. You decide to take your time to make sure you actually get them cleaning, hoping that maybe if you do what he says that you will get what you want from him. He removes them, resting them on your lower lip.

“Good girl, now tell me, how bady do you want me y/n?” He asks, his eyes meeting yours.

“Badly, please Chris,” you whine, deperate for him to touch you again, to take care of the ache that he has created.

He slides your shirt off, smiling at the fact that you had already taken your bra off when you changed, leaving you bare as he stands up.

“Then how about you show me how much you actuary want me,” he commands, making you shiver at his tone of voice. “Get on your knees for me baby.”

You don’t hesitate to get up and do just as you were told. Reaching out to open the button and slowly slide the zipper down on his jean before tugging them and his boxers down in one movement, his hard cock finally free much to his relief.

He tugs your hair harshly, pulling you forward and silently urging you to do something, anything, just as desperate as you are for what is to come.

You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft before running your tongue along the underside, only to then teasingly lick around his head tasting the pre-cum there before dipping lower, not missing any of his length.

“Stop teasing,” he groans at your actions, growing frustrated as you continue to do so. You want your revenge for him doing just that to you earlier.

You can’t help but smirk up at him, glad that you could make him crave you just as much as he makes you crave him.

Finally you decide he has had enough and take him into your mouth, slowly lowering as your hands strokes what you can’t quite take. He tugs on your hair to make you look up at him as you hollow your cheeks and start to actually bob your head, ready to drive him crazy like he does to you. His eyes meet yours as you take him even deeper.

“Fuck, I love how great you are with your mouth,” he groans, knowing that the praise always motivates you, makes you work harder in hopes of receiving more of it.

He starts to pull on your hair, taking control away from you as he urges you to go faster. You gladly let him, loving that he is making you do what he wants, taking what he wants from you with no restraint.

He groans, pushing deeper, your eyes watering as you keep swallowing around him, trying not to choke as he gets rougher and rougher with you.

His eyes close as he leans back slightly, letting you deep throat him as he shudders, getting right to the edge. After a moment his grip on your hair tightens again as he pulls you away from his throbbing cock, you gasping for breath.

“Get on the bed, hands and knees for me baby,” he growls as he helps you up, pulling his shirt off as you crawl on the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

You tense in anticipation when he climbs up behind you, pulling you back towards him by your hips and making you both groan at the friction that it creates. His hands pull you up by your hair o that your back is pressed against his chest, leaving kisses that trail form your neck to your ear.

“I’m about to fuck you, hard,” he whispers as he reaches around, cupping your breasts before pinching your nipples which makes you jerk back into him, causing the much craved friction between you both again.

You fail to fully process his word as all you can think about is your want, no your need to finally cum.

He gives you a kiss before letting you go, you falling back on your hands as he enjoys the view of your ass and the fact he is able to have his way with you without you putting up much a fight.

He can see just how wet you are as it glistens in the dim light from your lamp. It pleases him to know how much he can make you crave and need his touch, that only he can do this to you.

He cam tell that you are growing impatient as his fingers make their way to your hips yet again.

“I bet you still want me to go home, don’t you,” he murmurs, not wanting to give you what you want just yet.

You glare over your shoulder at him, barely holding on to what little resolve you still have left, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how badly you actually crave him.

“Use your words y/n, I want to hear you beg for me before I even consider touching you. You wanted to use them so badly to get me to leave earlier” he demands of you, harshly thowing back your words from earlier in your face.

You still refuse to answer, which just frustrates Chris, so he harshly smacks your ass, instantly making you whine at the sting.

“I still don’t hear you.”

“Oh come on, you can clearly tell how much I fucking want you. Just fuck me already,” you groan, annoyed that he is making you do this. Any other time you don’t mind begging but the angry part of you is still holding on weakly, making you want to put up a little more fight that usual.

“Good girl, thats more like it,” wraping his fingers around himself, practically pulsing from how close you had him with your mouth.

Without warning he roughly enters you, making you gasp in surprise. You press your face in your arm, jaw clenching at the sudden sting from the action.

He starts out rather slowly, deciding that he is still going to tease you before he finally starts to get rougher and rougher with each thrust, pulling your body back to meet his with each movement.

You lose your breath and close your eyes as you get closer and closer to the edge. Enjoying that he is being so forceful that it almost hurts, loving this new and rougher side of Chris that you have not seen before.

He’s slamming into you with no restraint, pulling you right to the edge but still not giving you enough to actually cum yet, the need tormenting you at how close you are.

His fingers slip around your waist to tour clit, making you cry out from the pleasure as he enjoys the sight of the bruises forming on your hips from the hold he just had on them.

You suddenly clench around him, making him groan.

“Please, Chris, I’m” you cut yourself off, not able to finish what you are saying as you beg him for your release, knowing that the only way he would give it to you is if you do.

“Fine, cum,” he demands as he presses his body down into yours on the mattress. “Cum.”

You finally do, your vision going a bit blurry as you cry out, loud enough that Chris secretly hopes that your neighbors have heard you.

His rhythm slowly becomes erratic as he can’t take it anymore and spills himself inside you with a low groan “fuck”.

His arms slip around you as you both go limp, him gently rolling you over onto your back as you lay there for a few moments, catching your breath, still pressed together as you lowly regain control of yourselves.

He slowly pulls away, gently helping you get more comfortable as you let out a sign in exhaustion. You barely notice that he left the room until he returns with a damp washcloth, helping you clean up the mess that you both let on your now very sore thighs.

“y/n, do you need anything? Are you alright?” he asks after he finishes, laying down next to you in the bed, pulling you into his arms and bruising your damp hair out of your face.

You nod, not quite ready to answer his question.

He gives you a very gentle kiss, almost as an apology before speaking.

“I’m sorry I haven’t had much time for you, I promise that I will take tomorrow off to spend with you, just us,” he says softly, toying with your hair in the way that he knows you love.

“Thank you,” is all that you mange to get out, not feeling like any other words need to be said as you oth lay there, slowly falling asleep next to eachother, glad that the fight has ended.

#motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless imagine #chris motionless smut #be gentle #Bree sucks at fanfiction #chris motionless x fem reader #chris motionless x reader #Chris motionless X reader smut #chris cerulli smut #chris motionless fic #Chris

[piggiebonez]

hello you dont need to respond to this or anything I just wanted to tell you that I am a minor that ships zadr as same age chars and not everyone who ships em is proship but I am sad so many people who do ARE :( Good on you for setting your boundaries against ships though just maybe lessen the kill yourself part for ALL zadr shippers and just for the proship ones (also if you know a place where zims age has been 100% confirmed and not changed multiple times please share !! genuinely want to know ^^)

how long have you been in this fandom. like genuinely. jhonen has been saying that ZIM is DEFINETLY an adult for 20 years now. he mentions it in the dvd commentary, in interviews, on twitter, on stream. im gonna pull these ones here from this post (which was linked IN MY PINNED POST z*adrs learn how to read challenge), but there are definetely more examples. he has mentioned it in the 20th anniversary stream too.

HMMM I DO WONDER WHY ALL OF THESE PEOPLE ARE PROSHIP. HMMM HOW PECULIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

all of those proship apologetics too lol. "oh hes child coded!" ITS A CRATOON FOR KIDS DUMBASS. of course the main protagonist needs to be relatable to children. sponge bob is child coded too, i dont see a lot of weirdos going around saying hes a child. oh yea there are no child characters to ship him with. hmmmm

"oh but hes an alien he has a different life cycle he could be a child soldier" shut tha hell up you fucking nerd. when has INVADER ZIM as a show been invested in xenoontogeny. hes a short green lazer gun wielding alien that has a military rank and a job. confirmed to be the same age as the tallest in an unfinished episode "the trial". he fights with human children because its FUNNY for a grown ass alien supersoldier to be throwing hands with 12yearolds on the regular.

"errrm actually ZIM is 160 it was confirmed" CONFIRMED WHERE FUCKASS. that is literally a fandom rumor. i have no idea where it started but it was not jv and not anyone whos related to the show. i have a guess that it came from some iz headcanons tumblr that would format their post with overlaying text on top of iz screenshots in the show font but im not sure. i would rather die than be a fandom historian

also if it bothers you so much that i say kill yourself z4drs on my posts you should leave tumblr and grow a spine. just block me you brainlet

this one is from the megadoomer commentary that is literally ON YOUTUBE

#iz #asks #hashtag YES all z//drs even the ones that claim not to be proship. bc you are a part of the problem #an anon (different one) just pointed out that i should be less harsh on the minor and yes i am sorry for the tone of this post #kind of glossed over that when i was reading the message. my bad #it is the responsability of the adults in the fandom not to spread misinfo and harmful proship rhetoric #however my point still stands. you cant be a z//dr and not proship. zim has always been an adult #invader zim

[kadytimberfox]

Kady's Expanse (Re)Watch Blog

Episode 1.01 - "Dulcinea" (Pilot)

And here we go for my...fourth time I've watched this episode I think? It's a really wonderful pilot that does so much work with introducing you to the world, our cast of characters, and setting up the threads of the main plot and does it all perfectly in a very tight 45 minutes. It reminds me a lot of Deep Space Nine's pilot "The Emissary" which is similarly a masterclass in tight storytelling and how to properly kick off a new series.

And speaking of kicking off a new series, hey! I'm watching this show that I absolutely adore again and I'm going to take the time to spout my thoughts about it on the internet because that seems like a fun idea! I really enjoy thinking about media critically but I've never taken the time to write down my thoughts before. It's a style of writing I've always wanted to try so where better to do that than a Tumblr blog? I'll try to keep these Brief and Not Boring but no guarantees on either. Especially on this one. It's the pilot, after all.

I also want to keep this as light on spoilers as possible; again though, no guarantees. Also if you haven't seen this show yet just go fucking watch it it's so good.

Later in this post is a description of torture that happens in the episode. I marked it with a TW and formatted the text to make it distinct from the rest of the post.

With that out of the way, there's nothing left to do except pick apart this pilot!

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Summary

We kick off with a bang (and then some more banging) as we see a young woman named "Julie" fight her way out of a locked compartment, explore the darkened hallways of her Completely Fucked Spaceship, and watch her friends get eaten alive by some evil blue space goop. Surely none of that will be important later.

Cut to the adventures of hard-boiled Belter detective Joe Miller and his new Earthling partner Dimitri Havelock. They're private cops for an Earth corporation who theoretically maintain order on Ceres Station in the Asteroid Belt, the biggest shithole this side of pretty much anywhere. They go to a murder scene and do basically nothing, antagonize and then arrest people minding their own business at a bar, and take a bribe to half-ass a health inspection. Y'know, classic cop stuff.

Back at the precinct, Miller gets an off-the-books job from his boss to find one Juliette Andromeda Mao, daughter of megacorp magnate Jules-Pierre Mao and coincidentally the spitting image of "Julie" from our opening scene. Apparently, her pro-Belter activism is starting to piss off dear old dad and they want her to come home before she embarrasses the family any further.

In the middle of his investigation, he finds out that those air filters he "inspected" earlier crapped out and poisoned some children. Instead of taking accountability for not doing his job, he decides to throw the sleazy air filter guy into an airlock and only lets him out after he promises not to fuck it up next time. And also to pay Miller double. I'll let it slide though because Sleazy Air Filter Guy is an asshole.

Back on Earth, United Nations Undersecretary Chrisjen Avasarala shows up for about five minutes in this episode. The only thing she does is torture a guy. End scene.

Meanwhile, the good ship Canterbury is on its way to Ceres with a big haul of space ice that the station needs to turn into water. Second Officer James Holden gets immediately promoted, much to his dismay, because his previous boss Mike Ehrmantraut went insane from being out in space too long.

Mystery strikes when the gang gets a weird distress signal from a ship called the Scopuli. Captain McDowell, probably having watched enough Star Trek episodes to know that this can't be anything good, decides to ignore it. Holden just can't stop himself from doing a good thing, though, and secretly reports the signal, officially making the Canterbury Legally Obligated™ to investigate.

He picks his away team (unknowingly also picking the people he's going to spend the rest of this show with) and takes a shuttle to investigate the drifting Scopuli, where they find everything shut down except for the beacon that brought them here. "Pirate bait", or so it seems.

Suddenly, McDowell advises the away team that a very scary ship has appeared out of nowhere and that they need to get the hell out of there. The gang gets back on the shuttle just in time for the mystery ship to fire not just regular torpedoes, but nuclear torpedoes at them. The torpedoes close to zero...and then continue streaking towards the Canterbury.

Holden tells McDowell to eject the space ice to form a protective barrier, but he refuses, apparently willing to die rather than lose his payday. The payday (and everything else aboard) is lost anyway, however, as the Canterbury erupts into the most beautiful supernova I've ever seen.

"She's gone. They nuked her. She's gone."

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My thoughts

So this is where I actually have to do the analysis thing. Since the beginning of this show is split into three primary subplots that all deal with a different piece of the Julie puzzle (a narrative device that I fucking love, by the way), I'll divide things up by talking about each one individually because that just makes sense.

Before I do that though, I just want to briefly say that that opening scene with Julie on the Scopuli is just the perfect opening to this show. It immediately gives us a very brief glimpse inside the puzzle box that our main cast is going to spend all of this season (and most of this show) trying to open. It's quick, it's tense, it's completely terrifying, and it's unforgettable if you've seen it.

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Miller on Ceres:

And we follow up that perfect opening scene with a perfect choice for which of these three main threads to start with. The thing that's great about dividing up the characters like this is that each of them only has a piece of what's going on with Julie and the Scopuli, but no one has the full picture. Miller, though, gets the most information off the bat and is the only person in the main cast who's looking for Julie specifically, so it's only natural that we should start with him.

His story is also the inspiration for the title of this episode, "Dulcinea". For those of you who aren't big Don Quixote fans, it's a reference to Quixote's fantasy lover that he invents because he styles himself as a knight and, of course, every knight needs his damsel. He describes her in excruciating detail; she's royalty in a far-off land who is the epitome of feminine beauty, the ideal of Womanhood Incarnate--or his vision of it at least.

And the deeper Miller goes in his investigation, the more quixotic he gets with his idea of who Julie is. He's never met or spoken to Julie, but as he unravels her activities prior to departing on the Scopuli, he becomes increasingly obsessed with her, imagining what kind of a person she must be, picking apart every little detail and transposing it onto his vision of what her life must be like. I'm sure he would call it "being a good detective", but it's much more than that to him.

Throughout Miller's jaunt around town with Havelock, they banter back and forth, and through their conversations, we get a great sense of their personalities. Whereas Miller is the grizzled veteran who's had his morality thoroughly beaten out of him, Havelock is a by-the-book rookie cop who seems genuinely interested in learning about Belters, if only so that he can police them more effectively.

It's a very tried-and-true buddy cop pairing, but it works really well here. Havelock gets to be our audience surrogate for this story as we learn more about how Ceres and Belters operate.

This thread has the biggest worldbuilding burden out of the three and it pulls it off so well. We get so much about life in the Belt, the politics of the Solar System, the Outer Planets Alliance, or OPA (who will definitely be showing up later), and the logistics of maintaining a huge population of humans on a space station. And none of it feels clunky or awkward in the slightest. It's exactly the style of worldbuilding I loved in "The Emissary" from Deep Space Nine.

Ceres itself also has huge DS9 vibes, and not in a good way. The set design team did such a good job making this place look old, weathered, and completely falling apart. Except, of course, for the nice apartment buildings where the cops, off-worlders, and everyone else rich enough to ignore the seedy underbelly get to live.

There are a ton of fantastic, evocative lines in this arc, but I think my favorite is Miller's deadpan proclamation that "There are no laws on Ceres, just cops." A perfect summary of everything we see on screen about how power is wielded in this place.

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Chrisjen on Earth:

This is the shortest thread where the least happens, but it will grow into one of my favorites. We don't get too much additional insight into what's going on, but we do get two important things: 1) Chrisjen Avasarala is a stone-cold bitch who thinks the OPA are terrorists, and 2) the OPA are apparently trying to get their hands on illegal stealth technology, which doesn't help with the whole "terrorism" thing.

This links up to both Miller's and Holden's subplots: we know about the OPA from Miller, and the ship that eventually blows up the Cant was using Martian stealth tech. Of course, since Holden and crew have no idea about the OPA, they immediately start thinking that Mars is out to get them, which will continue to play into the story going forward.

!-- TW: DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE --!

Also important to note is that Chrisjen is getting this information through the most brutal torture I've seen on TV in a long time: forcing a Belter whose body can't handle Earth's gravity to stand for hours on end by holding him up with hooks under his arms. After Chrisjen goes on and on about his "weak Belter lungs and brittle Belter bones", she coldly turns around and tells them to hold him up for another 10 hours. "If he survives, call me."

!-- TW ENDS --!

Fucking ghoulish, and definitely not a good look for Madam Undersecretary's first appearance. You're gonna have to trust me now when I say that she becomes one of my favorite characters in the main cast. This is about as bad as she gets, but she continues being manipulative and cold-blooded for most of this show. That's just who she is. To me, it's part of what makes this subplot of scheming at the UN so engaging.

We'll be seeing a lot more of Chrisjen going forward, and she'll get much better. At the very least, she will stop torturing this guy. But only because someone will tell her not to.

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Holden on the Canterbury:

If Miller's story shows us life in the Belt and Chrisjen's shows us the politics of the Solar System, Holden's thread is all about life onboard a spaceship, which is important because we're going to be spending a lot of time on spaceships. This is also the part of the episode that has the most CG and honestly it holds up really really well. I know it's less than a decade old and they probably got a lot of money for the pilot but still! It looks great!

I'll drop a brief shoutout here as well for the ship designs in this show. They knocked it out of the goddamn park with the Cant's design: it's a big, boxy, dull gray, ugly thing that looks designed to haul ice and do literally nothing else. Everything is so practical and, above all else, plausible. They look like humans from the near future built them and that's the highest compliment I can give them.

There are shades of the first act of "Alien" here as we are essentially dropped into the Cant in the middle of its mission and get to see the camaraderie and hierarchy between all the members of the crew. We also get to know more about Holden, and immediately he begins showing us his defining character trait: he wields a lot of authority and respect, but he hates being in charge.

We see this in the very first scene onboard the Cant when one of the ice haulers, Paj, gets his arm severed while working outside the ship. He seems completely unfazed by this, though, since the company will send him a prosthetic and he's been working for them long enough to get a really good one.

Not only does this happen often enough that the company just buys prosthetics as a cost of doing business, there are literally tiers of coverage depending on years of service. What an optimistic future this is turning out to be.

Paj pleads with Holden to make sure the company doesn't send him a "used" arm (a frightening thought), to which Holden replies with something that he will continue to say, in so many words, over and over: "I'm just another clock-puncher like you." Holden knows he has authority on the Cant, but all he wants to be is a clock-puncher, which he makes very clear to pretty much everyone he talks to, including Captain McDowell when he essentially forces the XO job onto him.

Later on, we get our first glimpse at Holden's other primary personality trait, that being that he is The Main Character and therefore the most kind-hearted soul that can exist in this cold, selfish world. He logs the distress signal they received from the Scopuli, thereby ensuring that they'll have to divert from Ceres (and lose their on-time bonus) in order to investigate.

He shares this privately with Chief Engineer Naomi Nagata before the shuttle mission, to which her only reply is to tell him to keep that to himself. Fair play, considering she was just talking about how she wanted to strangle the little fucking do-gooder before she realized it was her new XO. Excuse me, Acting XO.

Before the shuttle launch, we're briefly introduced to the rest of the away team: the aforementioned Naomi; her mechanic Amos Burton, whose defining character trait is doing whatever Naomi tells him to do; ship's pilot Alex Kamal, who we previously saw being an annoying blabbermouth on the Cant; and Med-Tech Shed Garvey, who sewed up Paj's arm and wants everyone to know that he does not want to be here. Yes, his first name really is Shed.

Most of this part of the episode is setting up what'll happen next so we don't get a lot of time with any of these guys, but we'll have time for some great character work in the coming episodes.

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And that said, what a great setup for what comes next! Nearly all of the people we just got to know on the Cant are vaporized by a mysterious ship, there's a cloud of space debris hurtling toward Holden's little shuttle, and we have a hell of a puzzle box to dig into. Did Mars blow up the Cant? Did the OPA? Why would either of them want to? What does it all have to do with Julie and the Scopuli? And what the hell was that fucking space goo??

Despite covering so much ground in this pilot, The Expanse makes it very clear that we've barely scratched the surface. And even though I've already seen this whole show and know where it's going, it took everything I had to not hit the "next episode" button.

I will be doing that very soon though because I had a blast writing this up and I definitely want to keep doing it! Apologies that this one ran so long -- I assumed I was going to write a lot with this being the first episode and everything but I had so many thoughts that didn't make it into this post. I'm sure I'll be refining the format as we go along as well.

If you read all the way to here, I'm genuinely flattered and I hope you have a wonderful day.

~ Kady <3

#the expanse #media analysis #sci fi #kady's expanse rewatch blog #<- whenever I write more of these they'll be in this tag #tw torture #torture mention #random tags of things I didn't mention: #fucking LOVE this show's intro sequence. absolutely fantastic and I loved hearing it again #the little bird that only has to flap its wings a little bit because of the low gravity!!! #I love Miller's absolutely rancid vibes with his ex-partner-girlfriend

[hallo2838]

Valentine’s Day

Notes:Idk if i should post on ao3 or tumblr im not familiar with both apps. I also wrote for ao3 and posted but since im new it will take like two days to get online idk why I feel the smut of deukae is getting less and less. Maybe some people get inspired after my writing but i don’t think so since ive never write and im just in my horny hours and i don’t even have a good idea also english is not my first language and no proof reading since you know horny hours are in the late hours. Please let me know what you think it can also be negative like just some good feedback but if people show interest i may get inspired to improve my writing and editing the format layout, writing perspective may get messy and mixed and stuff

It’s Valentine’s Day and of course you and siyeon were planning to do something. However tour is upcoming and today is the last day of practice before dc goes on tour. Luckily since you already have a relationship for quite long (5 years) it’s now normal that you go with them on tour. (The reader is probably a student still but you know nowadays can do uni online just a laptop is needed, so the reader doesn’t entirely just throws her life away).

Since it’s busy days there is no actual plan not going out for dinner or doing a cute activity but you two talked about it and of course you find it sad that there is not really time since the weeks before siyeon was already busy with preps. But knowing you still get to be on tour makes it okay.

When practice is done they return to the dorm and you two decided to order some food. Also it was planned to pack things already like clothing and all the necessarities. When packing you showed siyeon some kinky bdsm leather (like you and i outfit but only the belts) and asking which panties and bras should be with them.

Siyeon smirked when you began asking that question and said “oh babe such a naughty question, you know it doesn’t actually mind right? Since you don’t will be wearing it often”. You blushed and felt already getting wet. She always can make you feel turned on by a simple flirt.

Siyeon smacked your ass and then said “why don’t you try the red right now when packing the ones i bought you last christmas would be a waste if you take some which i don’t like. So strip”

The sudden tone change to a comand made you weak. Since you’re such a slut for her you immedieately took of everything and then putting on the red lingerie while siyeon looked hungrily at you. “Let me see it up from close”. She cupped your tits and snapped the waistband against your thigh. “They make you look like a dirty whore, i want you to take it but take off it right now before you ruin the panties already” she whispers.

Packing goes on and then siyeon find some lube and a huge strap and of course it needs to be taken with it. Siyeon showed your the strap and stroked it a bit while having it at her crotch and said “Do you want to be fucked by this big strap the whole tour, do you want to be filled by this cock every night?” Before you could even answer she said “of course i know you do you’re such a fucking slut for me. You’re only good for being my fucktoy which i can use every night and in the waiting rooms, now since this strap is so big i think i need to practice otherwise you might not can take it’. You already felt your thighs getting wet and fuck you loved that strap it makes you feel so full always.

Siyeon groped your ass and mandhandled you on all fours. “Let’s give it a little try you seem like you need it’

You arched your back and wiggled your ass to siyeon while she put on the strap. She spanked your ass once again and then dove her face right into your pussy and gave it a few licks. ‘Just want to make sure you’re wet enough since i don’t go easy’ she said as she spanked your ass twice again.

You felt the strap against your pussy and then in a rapid motion she slammed the whole length in your wet tight pussy. “Fuck it feels so good” you moaned. Siyeon chuckled and pounded you hard right from it slided in. “You were so wet for me it just slide right in, listen to all the wet sounds your cunt makes. I knew you wanted it such a dirty slut for me as always.” She continued to pound you hard so hard the headboard banged against the wall. They must have heard noises in the living room but those noises were not unfamiliar for the members.

Siyeon continued to pound you hard and the slapping skin noises and your moans turned siyeon even more on to pound you even harder if that was even possible “you take me cock so well this strap goes with is on tour. Tell me how much you like it” she said while spanking your ass again. You have a huge spanking kink and siyeon loves to spank an ass (she still spanks and grope the asses of the members even in your sight because she loves it so much)

“Fuckk siyeon it feels so good , i loved to get filled by you”

“You’re such a good slut for me always taking my dick so well” you always get wetter by her dirty talk and felt like you were close to cumming. “Siyeon im close p-please let me cum” siyeon smiled and keeped the pace pn and said “okay baby please cum for me then show me hard you can cum on this cock’. with a few thrust she felt that you cummed since you were shaking but she decided to go on for a little longer and then pulled out. She smacked your ass again, give your shoulder a kiss and whispers “ you were such a good slut for me im glad that i don’t have to miss this pussy for 3 weeks”

She helped to clean you up and then you packed your suitcase further since it still had to be done

#kpop smut #siyeon x reader #siyeon smut #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher smut headcanons #dreamcatcher x reader smut

[kings-highway]

Haikyuu!! Captains' Space Opera

Haikyuu!! Fanfiction: The Captain Squad, but on a mission in space fighting alien dogs.

Genre: Sci-fi/Space Opera

Word Count: 2145 ; Rating: Violence?

(I've never posted a fanfiction on tumblr before - formatting may be weird. Enjoy this silly little one-shot because the idea was too tantalizing but this did not feel like it belonged on Ao3)

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Bzzzzzt - bzzzzzt- 

“Captain? You still there? I lost your signal.”

The voice crackling in his ear is disorienting enough, one sided and damaged, creating a static effect that wasn’t quite so pleasant. The vromiko canidae - vroms, Bokuto was calling them - were certainly not making the situation any better. 

Specifically, the one that was really working on gnawing its teeth through his space suit. He’s pretty sure this planet’s atmosphere is strong enough that he won’t die if it tears it, but he does not want to deal with his oxygen saturation dipping so low. 

“Yeah, that’s because this fucking thing probably got his teeth into the wiring-”

“Are you injured?”

“Not yet-”

Daichi grunts, swinging the thing around and pressing his rifle into it’s jaw, blasting it into a slimy, filthy splatter of sinewy muscle. Christ, Kuroo was right, they really don’t have bones, do they? 

“Where are you?”

The voice in his ear is their pilot - Kita. The only one of their squadron not currently being fucked on planet whatever by nasty boneless dirt dogs. He got the privilege of monitoring from the relative safety of their ship, hovering some thousand meters above their heads.

Daichi glances up, first to the silver underbelly of that ship, then across the blackish, rocky hill he’d come careening down when the vrom had thrown him off course. 

“No idea,” he says, trying to see past ships to the stars, to give him something. He wasn’t Oikawa, though, he wasn’t capable of that kind of mental calculation. “Fell to the left, when it attacked.”

“I’m gonna need you back up with the others. Oikawa’s nearly at the base of the satellite lighthouse, but those vroms are not forgiving. You need to keep them off his tail.”

Daichi rolls his eyes, before nodding. 

“I’m well aware,” he says, glancing at the tear in his suit from the teeth of the alien creature, then deciding there wasn’t much he could do about that, and setting on climbing back up the steep hill. 

---

Kita pulls up the flickering, blue terrain map, watching the movements of the squad - well, four of them, Daichi’s signal having been disrupted - sprint their way between the craggy rocks and across the narrow plateau that leads towards their target. 

He swipes his com off the private line and into the collective one. 

“Ushiwaka,” he says. “Sawamura’s off my map but he’s alive, he’ll catch up. Where are you at?” 

---

The buzzing that comes through his ear irritates him greatly. 

Ushijima grabs one of the vroms by the neck as it comes leaping at them, snapping jaws of double-rowed teeth and turning to slam it into another that was trying to grab onto his ankle. Behind him, he hears the blast of Bokuto’s rifle as he stopped another scrambling up the hill on their right. 

“Tower in sight, give us two minutes. Also, I do not like these dogs,” he says. 

“Try to ignore them, get to the tower.”

“I think I have under-represented how many there are,” Ushijima replies, grabbing another as it came leaping off a rock, the mechanically enhanced left arm finding no issue in throwing it halfway across the plateau. 

“And I might have under-represented how dangerous it is to be on a planet without a working SL-”

Bzzzt- “I know, I know!” It’s Oikawa’s voice cutting in here. “Planet could be blasted into molecules by a lightspeed freighter. I thought they halted lightspeed travel in this sector?”

“Right,” Kita’s voice is dull and uninterested in arguing. “Because everyone with lightspeed travel always follows the law.”

Satellite lighthouses were used by navigators to identify planetary bodies and avoid them when traveling at lightspeed. After all, once something entered lightspeed travel, it was not going to stop before it reached its destination. The resulting explosion of a lightspeed object hitting a planet was catastrophic in a way few could comprehend.

Bzzzt- “Whatever. Permission to raze these fucking things?” Kuroo speaks now, holstering the pistol he’d been weilding. “It’s against protocol, I know, but-”

Bzzzt- “Yes!” Daichi cuts in. “Permission granted, get them- ack, fuck-”

“Captain?”

“Sorry, there are so many down here-”

His communication is cut off by the sound of a rifle going off, several times. 

“Well, permission is permission, here we go-”

And Kuroo draws from his hip a long, narrow weapon, one that he was quite proud of but rarely got to employ. It hooked into his suit, to the backpack he wore that was not standard issue. 

Ushijima only has to grab and tear away one more of the damned things before the weapon’s tip lights up in yellow flame, and they all fall back to let Kuroo blaze a trail - literally - across the planet's surface. 

“Sawamura?”

“Yep, yep, got it - I see the fire, I’m coming.”

They slowly break into a jog, Kuroo occasionally throwing a few more snakes of liquid flame out, scaring the dirt earth and making the vroms scream and hiss. Ushijima raises his eyes up to the satellite lighthouse, thinking it doesn’t not resemble a cell tower from their home planet, though he’d never really thought cell towers should be this big. 

---

It was not Oikawa’s job to fight the vroms - not today, at least. But the vroms didn’t know that and made themselves a nuisance anyway, so when Kuroo is backing them in against the SL, he has to take a knife to one of their throats before he can crouch down and open his bag. 

Bzzt - “How long’s it gonna take you to fix this thing?”

Oikawa glanced over, to where Kuroo was standing, only identifiable because of the dark name scrawled across the back of his suit. He glances from Kuroo, up the SL to where he’d need to get. 

“Getting up there is gonna take ten minutes on its own, then… five or ten more to actually do the repair…”

“Cool. Can you do it faster?”

“Uh-”

“I think the fire is attracting more vroms.”

Oikawa flicks his attention to the flames, and past them, where rows and rows of beady, dark eyes reflecting the yellow firelight, looming and amassing in impossible numbers. 

“Hold ‘em off.”

“No shit.”

Oikawa grabs what he needs from his toolkit, before throwing it over his shoulder and heading around to the ladder. Well, ladder is a stretch - they’re white, mentally spikes shoved into the outside of the structure, heading up to the circuit box he needed. 

Don’t be an astronomer,  they’d told him. Those guys only ever study the stars - do something that lets you actually see them!

Bzzt - “You ever climb one of these?”

Bokuto’s voice is concerned, but it’s muffled slightly by the sounds of his rifle going off, mucking up the comm line. 

Oikawa tilts his head up the dizzying height, lifting a hand to pull himself up the first step. 

“Yeah.”

“You ever climb one while fending-” 

BANG BANG BANG-

“-off dirty boneless alien dogs?”

“...No, no I haven’t.”

“Stop wasting time,” Kita’s voice cuts in over all their lines. 

“I know, I know, lightspeed-”

“Not because of that - those vroms are amassing so heavily I’m starting to pick up a heat signature on the ship’s sensors. You know how many cold-blooded things you need to have to be picked up by a ship’s heat sensors?”

Oikawa starts climbing. 

---

Kita swipes the map of the planet around to start tentatively counting up the vroms surrounding them. They’d need a way out, after this, so it wasn’t like Oikawa getting up the tower would be the end of it. 

Something blinks on the map. 

He switches his comm line. 

“Cap, you’re back online, about… sixty meters out from the rest-”

“Yeah, yeah, I can see ‘em-”

“Let me finish my sentence. There’s about forty of those things between you and them, you’re not gonna get through to the group. There should be elevation to your right - you think you can climb something up and pick off anything that tries to go up after Oikawa?”

“These things can climb?” Daichi’s horrified response comes in. 

Kita moves his map off his immediate table, minimizing it to a corner and pulling up the fauna analysis for the vromiko canidae. He flicks his eyes over the description and the data and every other horrible thing about them before he says. 

“Yes.”

---

Bzzt- “Watch your six, these things can climb.”

“Fuck me,” Oikawa groans, starting a little bit faster up the steps, even though they were barely long enough to get his feet on, and one slip would send him careening to the ground and certain death. Not even a latch to hook his suit onto. Fucking inconsiderable architects. 

“Sure but my boyfriend might be mad,” Daichi’s voice replies, and then there’s a burst of heat from below him, and Oikawa glances down just in time to see one of the vroms scream and plummet down to the dirt, half its body blown off. “Ahhh, got’em!”

Oikawa rolls his eyes and refocuses on his task. The tower narrows towards the top, where a big electrical box is suspended and encased in all the best, most indestructible metal work the galaxy had to offer. Oikawa pulls out a key to open it. 

It’s a simple process. There’s a…

Ah!

He grabs the fried regulator and carefully frees it from the wiring, stuffing it into his pocket before pulling the replacement out. 

There’s an explosion of gunfire below them, and he hears the team shrieking their annoyance at the alien creatures. 

“Fuck, these guys are persistent! You’d think they’d have given up,” Bokuto complains. 

Kita’s voice, unhelpfully, supplies: “It says this planet is nearly devoid of life. These guys only need to eat every couple dozen years - you five would feed the whole planet for centuries.”

“What do they usually eat?” Kuroo shouts, torn between being dragged down until a swarm of them and his constant curiosity. 

“Worms mostly.”

Bzzzt - “This is an awful planet,” Ushijima says. 

“Tell me about it,” Oikawa mutters under his breath, eyeing a pair of vroms that have made it rather high up the metal of the tower, not needing the ladder and scrambling up on their own. They make a terrible chattering noise. “Daichi, I could use some cover here.” 

He doesn’t get a response. 

He plugs the regulator in, clicking the wires into place and pulling out the electrical tester to make sure it was working. The last thing he wanted was to do it wrong. 

One of the two vroms leaps between the metal of the tower and grabs onto the crossbeam beneath him. 

“Daichi,” Oikawa says, more as a warning because if this vrom killed him he was going to personally drag the captain to Hell with him. 

Bzzzt - “Shit! Sorry, those fuckers are all on me - Ach-”

“Yeah I can relate,” Oikawa shouts, and despite the anxiety spiking in his chest his hands stay perfectly steady as he watches the tester spike up to normal working numbers. “Daichi?”

“Shit-fuck-Ahck-”

The vrom beneath him leaps up, and Oikawa feels it dig into the leg of his suit, teeth bearing down to try and tear through the heavy material. 

“Shit!” he kicks, but throwing his weight around is ill advised when he’s a hundred feet up and handing on by a tight grip on a nail. 

BANG!

In an explosion of blackish muscle and smoke, the vrom is shot off his leg, it’s body sent flying off down to the planet below. 

“Hehe - I got you-”

“You nearly took my fucking leg off!”

The answer is another shot, nailing the second one and sending it flying in pieces as well. 

“I wasn’t anywhere near your leg,” Daichi replied, lying. 

---

“Kita, how do we get out of here? These things are everywhere!”

Kuroo’s voice is loud and a little concerned, interspersed by constant rifle fire, explosions, and the somewhat unpleasant noise of Ushijima just physically tearing them apart. Effective, but gross. 

He pulls the map back up, at his rudimentary count of the creatures, their locations, at Oikawa’s little sensor dot slowly retreating and joining the others. 

“Oikawa, you’re done?”

“SL fully operational again - lightspeed navigation should be unimpeded,” Oikawa reports. 

“Okay,” Kita says, pulling up the ships weapons system. “In that case, I have about enough juice to spare here to burn a path through them with the ship's air-to-ground system. You’ll need to book it though, I can’t spare anything else if we want to get out of this planet’s gravitational field. Just go on the signal, and don’t let them catch you, got it?” 

“Got it.”

“Aye-aye.”

“Understood.”

“Yes sir.”

“What’s the signal going to be?” Bokuto asked. 

Kita moves around to the other end of the ship’s controls, flipping open the master control for the weapons system and arming the gatling guns. 

“You will not miss it,” he says. 

---

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu captain squad #haikyuu captain squad fanfiction #haikyuu!! #fanfiction #daichi sawamura #bokuto koutarou #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #kuroo tetsurou #kita shinsuke #fanfic #fanfiction writer #kingshighway fanfiction #haikyuu space opera

[gottaluvharry]

a/n: hiii! my first post on tumblr lol. i’ve written little imagines like this before but i’ve only ever posted one on wattpad so i’m sorry if it’s not the best:) I also typed this on my phone so i’m sorry if that messes with the format or whatever

summary: you get frustrated while you’re painting your nails and Timmy steps in to help you

tw’s: some cussing but that’s all

————————————————————————

“Ugh” you sigh as you attempt, once again, to paint your right hand. Your tongue was sticking out and you’re eyebrows pinched together in extreme focus, and yet you still couldn’t manage to get it right.

“For fucks sake” you sigh, really starting to get frustrated. You grab the cotton round that’s already doused in nail polish remover and began to scrub the red off of your fingers.

“Hey, Mon Amour” your boyfriend Timothée calls from the front door. He had been out running errands and told you to do something for yourself in your spare time. He was always so attentive to your needs and he could tell you needed some alone time. Whether he actually needed to run errands or was just giving you space was a mystery to you. You didn’t even hear him due to your intense focus as you retry to paint the same 5 fingers for the fourth time.

“God dammit” you grumble, finally throwing in the towel and giving up.

“Mon Amour, what are you mumbling about?” Timmy asks you as he rounds the corner. When he sees you slouched on the bathroom floor with your back facing him panic instantly runs up his body. He paces up to you and puts a reassuring hand on your back, preparing himself to help you with whatever you might need. When he looks over your shoulder and sees that you’re only painting your nails, he breaths a breath of relief.

“Jeez baby I thought something was wrong” he laughs, shaking his head with a slight smirk at his own stupidity.

“No,” you grumble, “I’m just trying to do something for myself like you suggested and I remember you gave me this nail polish last week and I was so, so, so excited to use it and show you when you got home, but I just can’t paint my right hand” you whine with tears brimming in your eyes. Your frustration had finally boiled over and you couldn’t handle it anymore without tearing up.

Timmy responded by rubbing his hand that remained on you’re back, and used his other hand to lift your chin and wipe your tears. “Love don’t cry, it’s not that big of a deal I promise.”

“But it is” you respond, keeping your chin up and looking at him even though his hand wasn’t there anymore. “I really wanted to show you the pretty polish you got me and I wanted to do something productive with my time but instead i’ve been sitting here for 45 minutes and I feel so stupid. What kind of person can’t paint 5 nails” you say, looking down embarrassed with more tears spilling out.

“Baby don’t be embarrassed, you’re not stupid” he says using his hand to lift your chin again. “I wouldn’t be able to make my nails look that pretty even if I sat here for an hour.” he responded, trying to do anything to get your spirits up in a gentle way. “What can I do for you? Do you want me to help you paint your hand?” he suggests.

Your eyes perk up and you eagerly nod your head. He smiles at your reaction and moves to sit on the floor in front of you criss cross applesauce. He gently grabs your right hand and sets it on his thigh, and then grabs the brush part of the polish. He picks your hand back up and turns all of his attention to painting your nails. He starts with your middle finger first and gently strokes your nail with the brush. When he’s done, he moves on to your index finger and repeats the same steps. You watch him has he continues to move through all of your fingers, painting them with such care. You marvel at your boyfriend, wondering how you ever got so lucky. His tongue is sticking slightly out of his mouth (a trait that you apparently both have), and one single curl is falling into his face. You’ve always loved his hair and he knows it. Some nights he falls asleep to you gently running your finger through it, and lightly scratching his scalp. Even just the sight of it can mess with your emotions, and you almost brush it away until your thoughts are interrupted.

“Done!!” he exclaims proudly as he holds your hand up to admire his work. “How do you like it?”

You glance at your nails and wiggle your fingers around. “They’re perfect. Thank you Timmy” you say, leaning in to give him a kiss.

“I love you Mon Amour” he whispers right before your lips touch.

“I love you too” your resound just as he presses his lips onto yours.

————————————————————————- I hope that was good! I didn’t proof read it very much so I hope it’s an suitable first post:)

#timothee chalamet #timmy chalamet #lil timmy tim #timothee x reader #imagine #fluff #oneshot #timothee fluff #timothee imagine

[namjooning-to-the-moon]

BTS Reactions, Headcannon's and MTL.

Hi guys,

So I'm back on Tumblr after many years with a new blog because why the fuck not. Maybe 2023 is the year I just need to be unapologetically unhinged about the things I'm passionate about.

I mean our man Yoongi legit used to write fanfiction so it's a free pass in my book.

So anyway...

I've been getting the neverending need to write BTS related content, hence the title. I'm currently writing a few things and should start posting this week. I hope.

I'm currently watching all the bts content (run BTS, bon voyage etc.) to make sure I feel I'm getting their personalities correct for when I write stuff. Of course that is a work in progress and I'm probably over thinking this way too much.

I am literally putting more effort into this than I did my final year of my degree.

Anyway,

This is my format plan:

Reactions

More of a short story format. But this bitch can pop off once I start writing so I will try to make sure they aren't too insanely long.

Headcannons

Bullet point format.

Just me spouting my unhinged opinions tbh of how I think the members would be in a particular situation.

It's basically a reaction format but a lot more shorthand and not a story.

MTL

Bullet point format like the headcannons but I'm throwing in how they would be ranked based on my opinions.

It's basically ranked headcannon's with reasoning.

So this is my plan anyway.

I'm not going to take requests for a while because I need to establish with myself what my boundaries are and also just get used to writing and posting things again.

I will say though that all my work will be from a female's perspective because well I am a female and it's just easier for me to write that way. Sorry if you feel I'm not being inclusive.

I will probably write smut. It doesn't bother me.

Anyway I've probably over thought this way too much so I'll shut the fuck up now.

This is how you be looking reading this post.

#bts fandom #bts ffs #bts mtl #bts reactions #bts headcanons #bts smut #bts fluff #bts writing #bts x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader

[smoshidiot]

fuck it, since it's my own ask game, i'm gonna answer all of them

Ian or Anthony? - Ian. But I love Anthony dearly and they both make me so happy <3

When did you start watching Smosh? - 2012. Was SUPER obsessed for a few years. Kinda fell off when Anthony left, very excited to be back.

What's your favorite channel between main/pit/games? - Gotta be main channel because nostalgia counts for a lot for me

Who is your favorite castmember? - Besides Ian and Anthony, Shayne ♡ (ily Noah and Courtney tho mwah)

Do you have a favorite Smosh video? What is it? - Paranormal Easy Bake Oven!

Fave classic Smosh character? - I mean .. c'mon. Gotta give love to Boxman

What is your favorite series on Smosh (main channel)? - tbhh. Food Battle.

What is your favorite series on Smosh Pit? - rn it's the reddit stories they're so fun

What is your favorite series on Smosh Games? - I don't have a better answer but remember the series "I have a raging bonus"? yeah ..

Fave Smosh song? - The Legend of Zelda rap my beloved

What's something you want to see come back? - I'd love a food battle 2023 if I'm totally honest. also just music in general

Do you own any Smosh merch? - i USED to own the legend of smosh green hoodie but had to throw it out after wearing it for half a decade. just ordered my reunion shirt tho

Do you ship anything/love any friendship pairs? - I used to be a hardcore cringe ianthony shipper. I still adore their friendship and god they mean a lot to me. also .... shaynoah

What is your favorite 'era' of Smosh? - i'm really excited for this upcoming era tbhh. but also 2012-2014ish slapped

What castmember do you think you are most like? - Arasha tbh she's such a damn mood sometimes

Have you met any friends through Smosh? - Hmm not particularly, but I definitely had friends in middle school that i forced to watch smosh and an irl friend that i still have today that used to watch them

What do you want to see now that Anthony's back? - As said above, I'd rly love music videos with the duo again. But also I'm excited to see Anthony get put onto all of the pit/games series

What is your fave Smosh meme/inside joke? - my donkey is river waffle big sausage fat (a classic, really)

Is there a video/series you really loved when you were younger? - lunchtime with smosh was one of my all-time faves

Do you have a crush on anyone at Smosh? - Shayne Topp hmu is all I'm gonna say

Did you ever watch Smosh the movie? - of course I did. I still own the DVD somewhere .. no i cannot remember a single thing that happened in it

Simply post a screenshot/moment/reaction that you love. - I'll post one at the bottom of the questions bc tumblr is dumb abt formatting

Tell me an unpopular Smosh opinion. - tbh i straight up can't watch eat it or yeet it, it's too gross for me

Tell me about a Smosh memory you hold dear. - when I met Smosh Games at a comic con in 2014(? i think it was). It was the OG crew + Wes it was amazing they were all so sweet and I remember Wes complimenting my costume and asking me what my fave thing from the series was. Joven signed my sketchbook

It's food battle time. You picking a pink frosted sprinkled donut, or some stick-shaped food? - Always go for that pink frosted sprinkled donut babey!!

oh and here's my fave random screenshot btw:

#sorry for the long post but i wanted to be selfish and answer them kjhfs #also if anyone else wants to go through and answer all of them: go for it!! :D #smosh #ask game #shut up.txt

[snekkyfics]

Snekker's Snippets #1

I swear I still write, just don't finish anything. But what's a tumblr blog if I can't post little bits of upcoming work?

(also Tumblr is throwing a fit with me about formatting so you get asterisks for now)

****

He asks Wilbur.

Well- sort of.

They’re sitting on the couch together- also sort of. Tommy’s become painfully aware of how much space he’s given by the Crafts. Wilbur keeps a decent-sized gap between them no matter what, Techno won’t do so much as sit on the bed with Tommy when they’re reading, and Phil has to be asked before he’ll even sit next to him.

It’s very… different.

Which automatically makes it annoying, because it’s different and strange and Tommy has already decided that’s bad.

But anyway,

They’re sitting on the couch together and watching a movie.

Still sort of. Wilbur’s engrossed in his phone and Tommy’s deep in thought under the guise of appreciating being let out of his room for once in his life.

(He made that joke when Wilbur propositioned the living room. Wilbur didn’t… he didn’t react much.)

Tommy’s thinking. Deep in thought. Profound thought. Much more profound than the fancy vase covered with probably expensive drawings on the mantle next to the TV.

And the question just sort of comes out.

“Wilbur?”

“Hmm?”

“I…” Tommy scrambled for a way to approach this. He may not be able to hold out asking any longer but he’s certainly going to be careful.

He catches Wilbur turning his phone off out of the corner of his eye, and he races to just spit it out before the tables turn on him.

“If you had to live in a motel, would you be fine with it?”

It’s absolutely not the best metaphor for the situation, but it does keep Wilbur from getting any more alert to the situation, and fuck it, Tommy was on short notice.

“I don’t know.” is Wilbur’s casual, unsatisfying answer. “Never been in a motel.”

He shrugs, and goes back to watching the movie.

Then he goes back to his phone when it buzzes and Tommy realizes that what his whole answer.

He tries again.

“...how about a hotel then?”

Wilbur shrugs again, “I’ve stayed in a few in my lifetime.”

Tommy waits eagerly. Tapping his fingers against the worn fabric of the couch.

Wilbur goes back to texting.

“And?” Tommy prompts further.

“And?”

“If you had to live in one, would you be fine with it?” Tommy repeats.

Wilbur sort of half-laughs.

“Why would I be living in a hotel?” he grins, eyes still not off the phone.

Tommy finds himself starting to mentally squirm.

“You just... are.” he says.

Wilbur starts scrolling through something.

“Now why would I go live in a hotel when I can stick around here for a hundred a month?” he absently asks in that light, teasing tone he likes to use with Tommy.

“Well, including chores. But it’s still better rates than what Techno’s getting.” he adds.

“This all about beating Techno?” Tommy asks, starting to grin along.

“Always, dear child. Always.” Wilbur responds.

“’m not a child.”

“Of course, dear child, of course.”

Tommy resists the urge to smack Wilbur with any one of the many conveniently-placed throw pillows on the couch with them, and instead goes back for the answer he needs to know.

“But would you be fine with it?” he asks again.

“Fine with what?”

“The hotel.”

“What hotel?”

The urge to throw something at that bespectacled face grows ever stronger.

“You’re a real fucking piece of work to try to hold a fucking conversation with, you know?” Tommy finally groused.

“Well it might be easier to have a conversation with you if I knew what we were talking about.” Wilbur responded, finally looking back up from his phone. “Not really tracking… this.”

Tommy felt himself bristle.

“Can’t you just answer the fucking question?” he snapped, “Would you be fine if you had to live in a hotel, or not?”

Wilbur sighed, an dramatic thing made overly so as he let his head fall back onto the backrest of the couch in exasperation.

“Very well, child,” he groans, “I guess it would depend.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Tommy exclaims, although he feels like screaming.

“Means what it means.” Wilbur shrugged. “Why am I there? For how long do I live there? Is there a functional swimming pool?”

“Like that’s so important.”

“Extremely.” Wilbur says in mock sincerity, looking over at Tommy.

“What’s this all about, anyway?”

Tommy scowls, sinking down more into the couch. “Nothing.”

He thinks Wilbur watches him for a hot second, but when Tommy steals another glance over Wilbur is, once again, busy on his damned phone.

So Tommy and his still aching mind turn back to the movie and his ruminations. Neither comforted or unsettled or really any different from before.

Wilbur is fucking bad at this.

And Tommy is really fucking piss poor at metaphors. He’ll blame his piss-poor life.

****

Expert from the up-and-coming second chapter of Bummerland!

#snekker's snippets #bummerland #some nights #some nightsverse #tommy #wilbur #crimeboys #crimeboys fanfic #fanfiction #my fanfiction #multi chap fic #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #sbi fanfic #sbi fanfiction

[keystone8379]

The 3rd worst KF2 tournament of all time

This is the big one. The first KF2 tourney I ever ran. New Generation. I was not the first to admit that mistakes were made during this bracket but it's undeniable that mistakes were made. Big ones. Like, wasting effort on things people didn't care about level of mistakes. Limiting new tourney entrants for a month level of mistakes. Not making any calls for DQs after an hour level of mistakes. And all for what? Ego? It was pathetic. But it makes for a good story, so gather round the campfire for the story of New Generation, KF2's short lived Arcadian series.

The name New Generation was initially referring to the tourney being the first one of the new year. (2021) I realized it was the same name as SF3's subtitle so I thought it'd be fun to give it a hip hop theme, much like SF3 itself. There was a bit of an issue, however, when a certain moron, out of nowhere, announced a KF2 tourney for the exact date I was planning to run mine. With a thousand dollar prize pot.

That's right, Kloudchasers was creating conflicts with my tournament. He even advertised it in the meme channel. The jokes write themselves. I tried reaching out to him to move the bracket, but he left me on read. There's a theory going around that Kloud's 1K tourneys are primarily just means for tax evasion, and it could be argued that the unwillingness to move it was due to trying to stay in line with tax payment deadlines but that's a whole other thing. Believe it or not, this kloud tourney was somehow BETTER than the second one.

From my perspective though, this is crazy stressful. Your really ambitious first tourney is now going to get completely ignored because of some idiot evading taxes. The entire reason the tourney was called New Generation at that time was just because of when it took place, and with it not being the first tourney of the year, I was worried I'd have to throw away my branding. Fortunately, Wink had the idea to instead usher in the 'new generation' of players with an Arcadian format. I was initially hesitant with weeklies having declining entrant numbers, but I realized that this would be a great way to raise those. If I did it right.

So I get right to work on presentation. I felt that this would be extremely important given that a flashy thing would attract new players, and it started with me, for the first time ever, and the only time so far, commissioning art! At the time, my mom tracked all transactions on my card so I couldn't spend money for no reason...through my card. I got in touch with one of my friends in person, artsy.trash.mammal on instagram/artsytrashmammal on tumblr and they turned my silly little prototype graphic with stolen art into the INCREDIBLE graphic you saw at the start of this post. It got a bunch of praise from the tourney committee which made it seem like a good idea.

I get to writing the rules and more or less it's the same as current brackets. Rules against stalling and the doofus clause weren't fully developed at this point, but where I really fucked up is the entrance conditions. Firstly, you must have not gotten top 8 in a KF2 tourney before. This makes sense. Secondly, you could not have played in more than 3 KF2 tourneys.

This was a terrible rule and everyone called it out as such. At the time, I was worried about someone like P47 coming in and doing super well in their first few tourneys. It's rare but it did happen in our scene twice, with P47 then Flip...but I didn't realize that the first rule would prevent people like them from signing up. It's such a crazy oversight I'm shocked I made a mistake that big. To be honest, the only reason that rule was there was because I didn't want to consider myself a 'new player' even though my W:L ratio was middle of the road at the time. I thought I was better than them, and the whole scene had to suffer for it. So with that, new players stopped signing up for the main weekly tourneys so that they could sign up for NG.

And New Generation had a lot of entrants! This was where my reputation of shilling a little...way too aggressively. We were talking posts about NG literally every day in general or tourney general. Didn't matter if new people didn't join the server, it was always a good time to shill. And to be fair! For people who hadn't signed up for tourneys, or were nervous about playing in the 'big' tourneys (which were smaller than NG at this point) Kyochan was also really excited about the bracket and posted about it a reasonable amount. For something I was putting so much effort into, (relatively) it really meant a lot to me.

There's more! I wanted to also bring in a 'new generation' of commentators, so I put together a little commentator application. Most of the people who responded were already commentators in the scene but I did get one from a completely new person, StarmanDX I believe, who, if I'm not mistaken, went on to be Pretty Good at RushRev. Might as well bring him on, right?

As the tourney got closer, I realized that no one seemed to talk or care about the aesthetic parts of the presentation, which was...at least a little upsetting, to say the least. I felt I had put a lot of effort and cool clips into the trailer, and the art done for it WAS really good, but that just wasn't drawing any people. I tried shilling on my IG, but that was to no avail. It was a Persona gimmick account though so I suppose I should have seen that coming. I was able to get some of my friends to join though.

As the tourney approached, a certain kirbyandcelica came into the server and at first, me and at least a few other people thought they were just some random kid. The server's first 'chatbot,' even. But they would hop in matchmaking for games, and people who played against them said they were really good. I tried to get them into NG and it worked out.

And thus, the stage was set for the tourney. I had decided on commentary blocks for both streams and I think I had a bit of an all star lineup including Colgate, Theo, Nuggetz, Winters, and Justin...and also myself, Karp, and Starman. I was on comms first so that the more experienced commentators could make the finale good. We also had 20 people show up, including Schmee, Fish, DeDeDeadly, Musico, Kyochan, LuckyDuck, and of course, celica, which was crazy. I didn't quite know how crazy it'd be though.

So the tourney starts, I'm in commentary, and a BUNCH of people are confused on how striking works. Lucy Winters explained it before in tourney announcements because I forgot to, but people don't read. The start of the tourney was a DISASTER. But it would get better once there's less people in bracket, right?

Commentary was also exhausting for me because turns out accepting someone just because they applied without looking at the application isn't a good idea. At the time, starman wasn't as familar with some of the game's quirks as we were, and it led to situations on commentary where we would disagree on the facts of the game. Not a great look! Eventually though, I had other people save my ass for the actual TOing and we got through it, and after more people got out, things seemed to go smoothly so I kicked back, relaxed, and hopped in stream for top cut. Big mistake.

Man, celica, I feel bad for the guy. They weren't good with rules but it was in a really funny way. Because of it though, it was a pain in the ass to actually TO. I wasn't helping with that by the way, I was just fucking around and chuckling because 'haha funny.' After celica held up bracket for over an hour with misunderstanding striking, I finally got involved. During that time, Winters, hard carrying the scene once again, had been doing all the TO stuff that I should have been doing. But hey, at least we got one of the most iconic KF2 quotes of all time with this moment.

Holy shit he changed his username to megaman. gonna make me slide with my dog.

Where were we? Ah right, eventually, it got to a point where we had to DQ celica from game 6 or 7 of loser's finals. LOSERS FINALS. From there, Grands went by fairly quickly, LuckyDuck was the favourite to win the tourney and they took it home with only dropping 1 game. I got the gift cards to the winners, then acknowledged the disaster that was the tourney I just ran.

A few months later, I try to run a sequel that fixes the issues with the first bracket, but the tourney losing traction at 6 entrants was too small for my ego, so I ended up scrapping it. Honestly, ridiculous reason but what is done can not be undone.

So what did we learn from this? Do your fucking job? Yeah probably.

OH, Kloud ran his tourney a few weeks after mine and somehow it was even worse, he did set reporting through twitch chat, didn't host a sign up page, didn't seed, had 3 identical stages on the stagelist, and lashed out against feedback on his ruleset. Of all people, Ninja11 ended up dropping out because the format was THAT stupid.

#kf2 lore #kirby fighters 2 #kirby #fighting games #fgc #arcadian #tournament

[cerberling]

i don't wanna respond to the post i saw calling homestuck a good story about stories because they clearly enjoy it and it'd be rude to rip it to pieces on their post, but man, no.

it's a bad story from a storytelling perspective. it's not redeemed into a good 'story about stories' simply because of a metanarrative or themes about media / the type of media it is.

'the characters are meant to be real people, you need to view them through the lens of real people'. no, it's a story, at a base level they're characters. applying standard character analysis is appropriate because this isn't real life, and it is a story. if the end of the character's participation in the story is badly written/plotted out, this will predictably sour the reader's experience of the character, and will make the story worse. there are exceptions to this for specificially-nuanced media, but homestuck is not one of those exceptions.

homestuck is a story written by an author that hates it, who throws away whatever they want without care when they get bored of it or when it inconveniences their plot. Hussie just gives up on so many concepts. Terezi might as well have no denizen. Nepeta's planet is a throw-away joke because it makes a funny acronym, and has no further significance. there's character death, but then that's gotten rid of too many interesting characters so now they're brought back into the story, and we need to introduce double-death to have some semblance of stakes for them. we can't have Vriska actually die, no she needs to survive the black hole which has been (albeit only briefly) built up as the ultimate death, so that we can keep her around.

like come on. tell me how Equius lost his horn without giving a 'ooh it could be anything' copout. (not to shit on pesterquest but c'mon. even if they hadn't sat on the fence, answering after the story is a major copout. that's JKR levels of bad exposition. same for canonising June Egbert over a fucking toblerone.) tell me what Mituna's great sacrifice was. look me in the eyes and tell me Hussie didn't throw away all possible importance of the 10 unimportant alpha trolls to take a dig at tumblr.

what about the plot of the ending itself? what happened to the curse of immortality that HIC had? how was muse!Calliope's magic meant to work? did Hussie just want to finish his story, with no regard for cohesion or closure?

how do you excuse the literal retcon? this (amongst other things) is atrocious storytelling, it doesn't get a pass because of homestuck's special media format or its metanarrative. the worldbuilding gaps don't get a pass because of the interesting structure of the lore.

in my opinion, homestuck is alright and has a bad overall story, but as a bad 'story about stories', it is a good cautionary tale of why authors should make sure not to introduce core concepts that they'll get bored of later.

#homestuck #my post #uh idk what to tag this as really. not for other people to find it just as like categorisation #sorry if this isn't cohesive it's just. homestuck isn't god's gift to earth. imo it's not even good except for: the personalities of the #main cast; the jokes; and the structure of the lore.

[lavender-spice]

i can help, you know

steve harrington x fem!afab!reader smut

minors and ageless blogs please wander elsewhere

steve catches you off guard with an offer during your rant about sexual fulfillment (or a lack thereof, that is)

warnings: smut, p in v, oral and fingering (f receiving), choking, roughish sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dom!steve, degradation, use of the word “cunt” in the literal sense

my first post on tumblr in a long long time !!

mobile user so sorry if the formatting is wonky, hope you enjoy!

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“and he left! just like that.” you huffed.

you’re sitting on your bed across from steve, angrily retelling the horrors of your last hookup. the guy was a prick- not only did he chase his own high and leave, he had taken you on a terrible date beforehand too.

it’s been routine since senior year- you or steve have a hookup every now and then, and the next day or so you digress on it. was it great? terrible? you seem to get lucky with the short end of things. guys are duds- especially the ones that somehow find their way into your pants.

“you can’t seem to catch a break can you?” steve states, watching as your shoulders slump.

“i don’t get it. whenever we have these talks you’re always gushing about how great your sex was- and then i’m always here complaining because not a single man has made me come in the last five months! it’s ridiculous.” you curse, leaning back into your pillows. steve continues to look at you blankly, sitting criss-cross at the opposite end of the bed, hunched over and resting his chin on his hands. “steve?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at his thoughtful expression.

“well-“ he begins, sitting up. “i think that may be a bit of an exaggeration there, y/n. i don't gush over my one night stands- and when i do it’s for good reason. i don’t mean to toot my own horn…but the especially good ones i’m doing most of the work.” he ends with a smirk, and you scoff.

“i do the work in most of ‘em too! i rode that guy’s dick a couple weeks ago and i still didn’t cum- what if there’s just something wrong with me?” he rolls his eyes at you, pausing before he opens his mouth.

“i’ll tell you what. tell me to shut up or leave if i’m being insane, alright?” with furrowed eyebrows, you sit up and scoot closer to him. “how about i help you?” you think about his proposal for a second. “help me…get off?” he nods slowly, taking in your expression.

“hey if i’m being crazy tell me! i’m just tired of hearing about every time a guy has disappointed you with his dick for like, the last lifetime- i’m just saying that i could help you out.”

“you’re saying you can make me cum.” you simplify.

“precisely.”

it doesn’t take you long to nod in agreement, and steve is just a little surprised. you aren’t. your response was quick with little hesitation for a reason. you trust steve with your life, if battles with otherworldly creatures weren’t enough to prove so- that being said you also trust him with this. he’s a good looking guy and your best friend, and from what you’ve heard, from the man himself too, he’s got some skill in the sheets too- so why not?

he sputters some “so, um, uh”’s for a second, not knowing where to start before you crash your lips into his, effectively shutting him up. you both melt into the kiss, relishing in the familiar- yet forgien feeling of one another.

you’re straddling his lap, and for a while you’re just rocking against one another, tongues fighting sloppily as you feel his cock harden beneath you.

he starts traveling lower, lips messily kissing down your neck. he tugs on the bottom of your shirt, breaking away so you can tug it over your head and throw it to the side. he pauses, breath hitching at the sight of your naked chest.

“you gonna fuck me or are you just gonna stare harrington?” you taunt, jumping when he delivers a smack to your ass.

“not gonna do shit if you keep running that mouth of yours.” he rasps, continuing to suck marks into your neck. you’re taken aback and incredibly turned on from his response- this isn’t your steve anymore. well, it is, obviously- but he’s not laughing and goofy, he’s got dark, lust filled eyes and a low voice that makes you impossibly wet. he’s touching you how you’ve only dreamed he would, your imagination only a fraction of how good he’s making you feel.

his shirt is off next, then your pants, until you’re both left in your underwear. he’s just kicked his jeans off, standing at the foot of the bed. he places a hand on your knee, turning to look at your face.

“are you completely sure you want this? we can stop if you want.” he double checks and suddenly, just for a second, he’s the steve you’ve always known.

“i’m sure, steve. i’m okay with it all, just please touch me.” you feel desperate and a little pathetic begging for him to touch you like this, but that all goes away when he’s then on his knees, prying your thighs apart and dragging a teasing finger over your clothed pussy. you jerk ever so slightly and he chuckles.

“those guys touch you at all, baby?” he teases, prompting you to roll your eyes. they do, you’ve had guys lapping at your cunt during a handful of hookups, the thing is none of them are steve harrington, who’s got you all hot and bothered from a little kissing and a single touch to your core.

he makes a show out of tugging your panties off, and when he’s finally done he lets out a low whistle. he leans back to take a good look at your cunt, and you can’t help but feel shy, instinctively closing your legs a little.

“nuh uh, keep those legs spread nice and wide for me baby. gotta see that pretty pussy before i fuck it up, don’t i?” his words make your face heat up as you place your hand over your mouth, lips resting on your nails.

he traces one finger around your cunt a few times before dragging it up your slit from the bottom, spreading your lips apart. he teases your hole, smirking at your reaction. he’s prodding without slipping a finger inside of you, which drives you mad.

“so wet from a little kissing- makes me think you’re thinking about something else. what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he’s dipping his head down when he’s done talking, latching his lips onto your clit as he slips two fingers into your heat.

“fuck- just-“ you cut yourself off, you feel embarrassed to say what he wants- as if he’s not mouthing at your cunt right now.

he stops almost as soon as he starts, looking up at you expectantly.

“well? what are you thinking about? ‘m not gonna keep going till you tell me baby.”

“god, steve please-“

“use your words.” you grow antsy, clenching around his stilled fingers as you tell him what just boosts his ego more.

“i was thinking about you fucking me-“ he goes back to sucking your clit when you begin to talk, making getting words out much more difficult. “you, we, fuck-“

“i was what? hmm?” he hums against you, eliciting a soft moan. his fingers piston in and out of you quickly, his sucking harsh on your clit.

“you were f-fucking me hard, making me c-cum” you stutter, feeling the tension building in your abdomen. your fantasy plays out in your head as you retell it, and that combined with the delicious curl of steve’s fingers tips you over the edge as your orgasam hits you like a bag of bricks. he pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to buck your hips up from sensitivity.

“i’m gonna make sure you cum again, gonna make sure you’re all fucked out by the time i’m done” he coos, standing up and sliding his boxers down. his cock springs up against his stomach and your eyes widen. you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but seeing it yourself was something else.

“gonna fuck you now baby, that okay?” you nod eagerly, and he wraps his hands around your thighs. your ass nearly hangs off the bed as you wait for him to fuck you stupid. he gives his cock a few pumps, before dragging it across your slit a couple times, spreading precum in your folds. he hisses when the top catches on your puffy clit, before he’s slowly sliding into your cunt, both moaning earnestly at the stretch.

“oh fuck steve..” you whimper. he’s leaving over top of you now, giving you the opportunity to press feathery kisses along his shoulders. he pauses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, letting you adjust.

when you give him the okay to move he’s setting a steady pace, angling up just enough to hit your gspot perfectly with each hard thrust. your moaning out his name, whimpering from his rough movements as he manhandles you.

he’s standing now, having grabbed one of your legs and slung it over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck intj you deeper.

“fuck..so good for me y/n. such a good girl yeah? gonna make you cum so hard..make you forget about all those guys who couldn’t treat you right.” he murmurs, punctuating each quick thrust of his cock.

“‘m gonna cum-“ you whine out,

“hold it for me baby- fuck. wanna cum with you- feel you tight around me.” you nod, and it only takes him three more thrusts before he’s rubbing your clit with rapid fingers, egging you to cum. “c’mon pretty girl make a mess on my cock-“

your second orgasm feels more brain shattering than the last, accompanied by a pornographic moan. steve finishes deep inside your cunt, slumping over you. you hold him close as you both come down from your highs, taking in one another.

after a while he’s pulling out of you, going to grab a cloth to clean you both up, but not before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. you can’t help but think it’s ever so slightly too intimate for the relationship you have, not that you mind.

soon, you’re both snuggled up in fresh sheets, showered and in new clothes. the tv is playing some random show you aren’t paying attention to, too absorbed in your own light conversation.

“told you i could make you cum.” he jokes. you shove him with a tired smile, rolling your eyes playfully.

“yeah yeah whatever. but seriously that sex was good, really good- thank you.”

“no need to thank me, i’ll always help you out.” he tucks a piece of hair behind you ear and presses another kiss to your forehead. again, oddly intimate, but you’ll deal with that in the morning. for now, you’re just going to snuggle even closer to steve and let yourself drift off to sleep.

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