#capstones suck ass

[134340am]

goob morning frens in my phone ☎️

#sorry i disappeared (again) i’m struggling with my capstone project </3 #school truly sucks ass i wish it was summer again : ( #but hello hello i’ll be around for a bit to read fics today hehe #tmi tuna

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 6

Prompt: Dubcon/Noncon Pairing: Frat!Changbin x fem!reader WC: 2,170 Summary: Changbin’s boys went out for a boys night. Changbin stayed in to stay with you. You stayed in to work on your capstone.  This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW/CW: DUB. CON. Coercion, overpowering, pestering, objectification, constant boundary violations. Pet names: love, babe, bunny boy. Unprotected intercourse. Oral (m. receiving). Dry humping. Masturbation (male)

“Surprise!” Changbin yelled as he threw open the door to greet you. The boys were all gone for once. All the boys except for your boy. Changbin instead of being social and going out for boys night had decided to forgo the movie and drinks for working out and lazing around.  Arms laden with a tote full of books, your overnight bag, and your laptop bag, you tried to feign excitement for him. “Yay?” You push past him to drop your things in the entryway. “It’s…it’s so quiet.” You marvel. “I can hear my own thoughts.”  Changbin attaches himself to you immediately, full weight pinning you to the wall as his hand delves into your jeans with a groan. “I’m gonna fuck you on every horizontal surface. Shit, even the vertical ones. Gonna make this apartment ours.” He promises as covers your neck and shoulder in kisses and bites.  You shove your elbow into his side, he barely budges. “Binnie,” you whine, “hey, hey, HEY! I have work! I have work!” Your plees crescendo into shouts, finally bucking him off.  He stands stock still, eyes wide and lip pouted like a puppy. “Study later?” Asking, aegyo voice in full effect. It’s hard not to roll your eyes as his switch up from domineering to begging. It was the duality of the man you loved.  “No, study now. The faster I study the faster we can fuck,” you say the magic word and watch his face light up. “Maybe fuck, MAYBE.”

 Your belongings practically levitate to his room, Changbin in full cheerleader mode. All in the name of getting your work done so that he can have his way with your cute ass. He tries so hard, really, he does. Practically hovering over you to make sure any need you have is met. Water? Check. Post-it notes? Check. Snacks? Check. He sits eagerly in his computer chair awaiting your requests, no matter how small.  But even the best of boys gets impatient with a cute girl lounging in their bed. Belly down into the mattress the natural curve of your spine up to your perky ass has him fantasizing about all the things he wanted tonight, each passing minute needing to narrow down his list. You suck on the cap of your pen, a habit that helped you focus, an oral fixation. Oh it was too much for him, watchin you poke at your upper lip before placing it just between them. He shoves his hand down his pants, thumbing over the head of his dick as it flexes.  You see him out of the corner of your eye, staring at you unabashedly as a conspicuous lump in his pants moves in time with his breaths. “Changbin, are you kidding me? Are you getting off in the corner?”  “You won’t stop sucking that pen so yeah. Yeah I’m getting off to my girlfriend. Sue me.” He keeps pumping his fist as you glare at him, gaze quickly shifting back to your laptop screen. Your mild annoyance is a little hot. Or is it your attention that he gets off on? Changbin doesn’t think much further about it, getting out of his computer chair to stand just over your shoulder. “Maybe you could help me, help you.” He offers, sliding down his sweats. “You know, something to have in your mouth.”  Rolling your eyes, you ignore him. You know if you give him and inch he’ll take a mile. The drooling head of his cock presses to the outside of your cheek gently, a physical suggestion paired with his words. Bold. You still stare at your computer screen, not even reading the article pulled up in your browser. He presses again, a strand of precum clinging to your cheek as he pulls back.  “Just a kiss, just a little peck? C’mon babe, I promise, you just keep putting that pen in your mouth and it should be me.” He whines, pairing his words with another jab, lower into the corner of your lips.  “I won’t be able to see my computer with your cock in my face,” you hiss, eyes unwavering.  Rubbing the side of his shaft against your lips he pouts. “It’s not that big. See? Just, just kiss the side for me. I won’t ask for any more, okay?”  With a sigh your lips pucker and softly peck his dick which seems to shut him up. He doesn’t stop though, continuing to let your lips rub against the velvety skin, teasing up along the veins. He knows eventually, eventually you’ll slip. And you do, your mouth doesn’t stay closed forever and eventually you refocus on the article and what do you do when you focus? You suck. It’s your habit. Lips curling around the spongy tip, letting it bump against the walled fortress of your teeth. Even this much has Changbin entranced, watching your cheek hollow as he tugs the head from your suckling lips with a pop. How easy it was with just enough persistence to slide even a little more inside with the next thrust, pressing out that same hollow leaving the imprint of his cock.  You don’t even realize that your jaw has slackened and he’s pushing further into your mouth, letting your teeth lightly drag along the shaft. It tingles as he shallowly thrusts against your tongue, slowly lapping at his slit. His gaze softens as he loses himself to the inviting warmth of your mouth, tugging your head into a better position, even as you fight to maintain some semblance of studying.  “Changbin! I can’t-” you start to try to tell him that you can’t see your work, but he doesn’t care.  “Just a little more love, a little more and I won’t bother you I promise,” he’s breathless as he uses the opportunity to shove himself even deeper, cock head pressing past the tight ring of muscle and into your throat. Nose pressed to the soft skin of his lower abs he fucks deeply as your body starts to fight him. Gagging and tearing up, your hands come to his thighs, trying to push off of him but he’s unrelenting. Finally you tap him twice and he releases his hold.  Mascara running and saliva clinging to your frow, you’re unamused. “Changbin let me finish. Then you can finish.”

 His cock is violently reddish purple and ready to blow. “What if-what if I just hump your ass?” Changbin tries to bargain. “You’ll be able to see your computer. I’ll be able to cum. I won’t get in your way at all I promise.”  “Seo Chang Bin. You keep promising-”  “I know, I know, I know,” he’s already straddling your hips, palms pressing your jean covered ass. “See? There’s no way for me to get in the way here. Please? Please I really, I won’t get in your way.” Turning over your shoulder to give him a withering glance, he sticks his lower lip out in a pout. “I’ll get blue balls please. Don’t give your darling boyfriend blue balls.”  “Going to wish I gave you blue balls,” you mutter under your breath. “Yeah, okay, fine. Hump away you dumb bunny boy.”  Without a second thought he roughly yanks your jeans and underwear down, just under the globe of your ass. The drag of the fabric burns slightly, much to your mounting annoyance. Even worse is his fingers, probing between your lush thighs to spread your gathered slick along your crack. “I fucking knew you liked it.” Changbin smirks, the smug bastard. Spreading your cheeks to accommodate his girth he slowly runs his spit soaked length along your crack.  You continue to try to read this stupid idiot fucking article as your big horny boyfriend uses you like a toy. Pulling your hips up just a bit to meet his thrusts, he relishes in the way you rebound and jiggle with each push and pull of his cock. While he’d prefer to watch your walls stretch around his girth, this will have to do. His thumbs keep him sandwiched between as he humps away, force dimpling your lower back.

 As much as you try to remain head down in your research, the twisting turning snake of desire is awake in your belly. It’s not that you don’t want to fuck him, it’s that you can’t fuck him right now. It would be irresponsible. To get into a good graduate program you had to be responsible, one of you did at least. His lewd grunts and rutting was not helping you stick to your gut. Fuck, your guts weren’t helping, winding like a spring, tension without relief.  It’s not enough, his grunts and groans of effort as he fucks the cleft of your ass filling the room. He adjusts you again, your hands clinging to the edges of your computer as he grabs your waist to arch your ass higher. God you’re glistening below him and he can’t help but note that you haven’t progressed at all in your reading. The clock ticks closer to his roommates coming home and losing the opportunity. A thick finger travels your slit, greedy eyes seeing nothing but opportunity. Changbin slips a single digit into your entrance, cunt squeezing down and pulling him in.  “Changbin! Are you kidding me?” Your head swivels around. Try as you might to sound stern, your leg twitches as he swirls his finger inside of you. Vision going fuzzy for a second you blink extra hard to force your focus. “Changbin, are you listening?”  He pulls his finger from you, licking it clean with a smile. “Yeah I am.”  You don’t even get to turn around before his cock is pressing into you, your arm lashing out to swat backwards at him. “I gave you a fucking inch, dickwad!”  “Just the tip, I just need to put the tip in. Please it’ll be like two minutes, I’ll cum fast, I promise I’ll cum so fast if you let me-” his mouth runs a mile a minute, like a caught con man. The tip is already well buried past your entrance, thick ridge popping in and out as his hips roll.  To your chagrin and shame it feels so good. You’re so wet and ready for him the slide is easy, your protests is hollow as your hips fuck back on him, eager to fill your walls more. “God damn it, fuck you’re thick. Fuck Changbin.”  “God, I know, and you’re taking me so well. I promise, two minutes,” he pushes deeper as he leans over you, closing the lid of your laptop and moving it safely to the side. It’s that small gesture that clues what’s left of your rational mind into the fact that you’re fucked. Not just fucked as in being penetrated, fucked as in brace for impact. Changbin braces himself against the frame of the bed, knuckles white, using every muscle in his body to rail you into the mattress.  You’re screaming and shaking, legs scrambling to get under you unsuccessfully. The speed and force is overwhelming, leaving you breathless with each percussive hit. Your hands find his arms, grabbing on and slipping and grabbing to try to rebalance yourself. Sweat from his brow drips onto your back. Neither of you breathe, Changbin gritting his teeth. He could at least keep this promise, two minutes.  Changbin can feel his peak coming, fucking blindly into your heat. Without warning your walls clamp around him hard as your feet kick and legs stiffen. Gasping your release floods his cock and ruins the sheets, leaving you ragged below him. Just like a little fuckdoll. The ringing in his ears all but forces a crazed tunnel vision. He’s been denying his release for so long, delaying it and saving it for your wet warmth. Ramming himself as deep as he can go he practically topples off the bed as he cums, grunt caught in his throat, sounding more like a half choked whine.

 Both of your releases spilling out and coating the back of your things and his lower abdomen he rolls the both of you to the side to keep himself from crushing you below him. Small after-shocks rock your bodies as you lay quietly together. Changbin takes mental stock of the physical damages; nail marks clawed into his arms (deserved), bed soaked through (a small triumph), potentially sore vagina (whoops), and a growing hickey on your shoulder that he hadn’t realized he’d left. His hand rests on your shoulder, raising and lowering with your slowing breaths.  “I can carry you to the bath,” he offers quietly. “If you want.”  “Did you cum inside me?” You hesitate for a second, knowing the answer but needing to hear it from him.  “I got carried away- I-, shit,” Changbin drapes his arm over you and squeezes. Comically this small squeeze is enough to force more cum to leak out between your thighs, emphasizing his answer.  You sigh. It would be fine. It was always fine. “A bath would be nice, babe.”

Yeah. That’s. Well. As a debrief I just wanted to say again. Even if a person seems to “want” something you should always ask for consent. Even if someone starts out wanting a sexual experience they can revoke it. Fantasies and experiences should be planned beforehand and both parties need to agree. Anyway. I think that’ll be about the heaviest it gets.

Sorry Binnie i love you so much. Sorry i made you a pest.

#changbin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #kinktober #stray kids kinktober #skz kinktober #kpop kinktober #kinktober 2023 #seo changbin smut

[quantumshade]

🔥favorite and least favorite doctor who episodes (if you can choose at all lol)

OUGH this is hard... can i do top five and bottom five maybe

bottom five:

let's kill h*tler. do i need to explain this one? i don't think i need to explain this one

spyfall part 2. i don't think i need to explain this one either.

girl in the fireplace. i know that's the one my pfp is from. rose is just so pretty in it. anyway. it's a poorly written episode that gets way too much praise, not to mention just how painfully ooc everyone is. you can really feel how much moffat hates rose in that one. and also it feels so gross when you think about how the real madame de pompadour was groomed from age 6 to be a king's consort and basically allowed no agency in her life whatsoever, coupled with moffat's weird obsession with "someone meets the doctor as a little kid and grows up to be obsessed with him" is so painfully... icky.

kill the moon. outside of being an awful episode with a weirdly anti abortion message, it's the episode that made SO MANY PEOPLE give up on my baby girl twelve. if you stopped watching twelve because of that episode i'm begging you on my knees to give him another shot his era is so so good other than a couple stinkers.

legend of the sea devils. i cannot even begin to express my sheer hatred for this episode. everything about it sucks so so bad and i'm beating it with hammers in my mind 24/7. it's just everything i hate about the chibnall era coalesced into one steaming pile of dogshit.

top five:

heaven sent. sorry to be basic but. heaven sent. i love it so much it's so perfect. and reading it through a classics lens makes it even better. i'm planning on doing the capstone for my degree (partly) on this episode as a modern representation of katabasis. the acting, the music, rachel talalay's directing, g-d. it's so good.

dalek. honestly every single one of nine's episodes fuck so hard and i don't dislike a single one of them. but eccleston really acted his ass off in this one and it's such a wonderful exploration of the doctor's time war trauma. it's the only episode that manages to make daleks scary. rose is amazing in it. "it's not the one pointing a gun at me" and "and what about you, doctor? what the hell are you changing into?" "oh rose. they're all dead" OUGHHHH. the ending hits so fucking hard.

mummy on the orient express. i think i'm legally obligated to put this one on my top five because i have watched it nearly a dozen times this year alone. it's such a good episode. great monster. clara and the doctor both get to be incredibly bisexual. it's the one episode of doctor who in which the phrase "sex machine" exists. what more could you possibly ask for.

the christmas invasion. it's sooooo good it's so good. it's tied with the husbands of river song as my favorite christmas special, but it's higher on my list of Overall Episodes. if that makes sense. again rose is incredible in it. david tennant makes the entrance of all time. they're so in love and so fucking stupid about it. song for ten... well i woke up today... and the world was a restless plaaaace.... it could have been that way for me........

the pilot. bill is gorgeous and perfect and wonderful. twelve being a wacky professor was the best choice anyone has ever made. it's like a crash course in doctor who but also a fun and well made episode with absolutely gorgeous music. i love it i love it i love it. murray gold put the s10 soundtrack on spotify right now.

it's so hard limiting myself to just five... i'm sure i'll think of an episode tomorrow and be like DAMN that should have been on the list... but that's okay <3

#i wanted to put turn left on the top 5 list because i truly love it #but i don't rewatch it as much as the other ones because it makes me sad </3 #doctor who #send me a 🔥 and a topic and i’ll say an unpopular opinion

[pissfaggot-transsexual]

3, 4, 10, 13, 21, 30 :)

thank you for the excuse to ramble and ramble and ramble about music ask :]]

3, favorite songs

oh god how do i choose. ok lemme think really fuckin hard for a sec... uhhhhhhh..... fuckinnnn..... ok.

Bad Dog by Dog Park Dissidents

DBSAC by The Oozes

Know Your Enemy by Rage Against the Machine

Guerilla Radio by RAtM

One of a Kind by Weathers

ok Im giving myself one more, this has to be at least a little exclusive of a club

It's Golden Hour Somewhere by Lovejoy

4, a lyric you like

half-joke answer: "You dont mind the sex, but you mind the gender / And I am sorry for the fact that your child is a transgender" in Ready by The Oozes, that line fucks

real answer: "We are all walking eachother home" in Family by Mother Mother. see question 30 for why this lyric fucking stabs me in the chest and squeezes the feelings out of my heart.

10, how do you listen to music

crucify me but i use spotify lmao, though if that app doesnt get its shit together soon im looking at alternatives. my familys got a group subscription, so its not like im fucking over spotify by not using it, so i just go with it lmao. i usually use airpods just cause my brother has about 4 of them (killing him with a rock) and i stole them cause my earbuds broke and the spares disappeared. as soon as im able, im moving back to wired earbuds, the audio quality on these makes me wanna cry

13, playlist name without context

nickel collection

21, favorite album

you cruel, cruel god moss, you make me choose between my children yet again. ok im choosing ONE, lemme think even harder...

ok Euthanasia by Stray From the Path. theres not a single bad song here, it ramps up into fucking Ladder Work, that song is a godamned *capstone* of a song dude. it covers a lotta aspects of why the world sucks major ass, corps, cops, half-hearted liberals, the military, and it all fits together, and it all leads into Ladder Work... ok if theres one thing you take from this, please listen to Ladder Work. this album makes me wanna kill a cop, i love it so much

30, a song that makes you nostalgic

this is on the nose as hell, but Goodbye to my Friends by Weathers. Its really reminiscent of my music taste back when I was in england, where i was before my friend group became separated across 4 continents :[ its lyrics are also really accurate to how i feel about the whole thing, moving and all that. good song 0/10 makes me cry

#askkarl #mossy!

[kneworder]

help me make a decision i'm currently double majoring in media studies and english and considering dropping english here's my pro con list

pros of dropping

i can make it a minor and then also minor in studio art and then get to mostly take art classes my senior year

i'm not a bad writer but i am the most chronic procastinator i know and get scarily worked up over writing assignments because i can't physically bring myself to do them for days at a time for some godforsaken reason and the idea of having to do a big final thesis project both semesters senior year kind of makes me want to walk into the ocean

i have an idea for my media studies thesis but absolutely nothing for english

i would have to take three english classes + capstone next year which is an entire semester's worth of english

if i dropped english my schedule next semester would only include one major writing class and it would be my media capstone class so i wouldn't have to worry about anything else

neutral fact

my mom was an english major who always regretted not taking art classes in college bc it was what she wanted to do as a kid so i think it would make her really happy if i took more art classes (but it would also make her happy to see me major in english!)

cons of dropping

my media studies focus is film/media STUDIES not production and i'm worried that it's going to make my resume look like i'm interested in production

add on to that i have no idea what i want to do career-wise but afaik as much as it's clowned on an english major is actually pretty versatile when it comes to like a lot of soft skills jobs while afaik media studies is a little less so? i might be making this up

add on to THAT my extracurricular section sucks ass aka my resume is lame as hell rn and i feel like having 'double major' on it is doing a lot of work

i would always wonder what would have happened if i didn't drop it aka i always thought i would major in english as a kid

lowkey think i might be like. a little mentally unwell and i don't want to make a decision i'll regret based on like baseless worry (i've been thinking about this for like a year but i've also been in a weird place since i started college so)

either way i won't be able to fit in any freebie classes, it's either i'm taking four english classes next year or i'm taking four art classes

basically i'm trying to balance having a decent resume and having a courseload next year that won't make me want to kill myself

[thevoidscreamer]

My capstone course final / senior thesis thingie (it's a bachelor's degree but they called it a senior thesis idk) has officially been turned in and I feel hollow inside 🫠

My subject was GEOINT for space exploration. It's something I'm super passionate about but also final projects are not my strong suit, especially when the professor says "choose your own topic," so I hated almost every minute of the writing process for this thing.

Also my friend helped me run it through an AI checker because my school checks for AI now and I didn’t use any AI but my conclusion paragraph flagged as almost 100% AI because I suck at conclusions

And my other friend said: “So you’re telling me you’re a robot? I had to study a while to pass the Turing test myself.”

and that was the single best part of working of this long-ass paper.

thanks for coming to my TED talk. Don't stay in school kids they make you write a big paper at the end and you feel like you're making this shit up on the fly despite literal years of reading and effort put into learning about it.

#imposter syndrome #school #education #university #college #senior thesis #graduation #american public university

[gravehags]

would really like my sundays back for fuck’s sake but here i am still stuck at the museum hurting my back and taking up capstone writing time

this ire is not directed at connie, my angel of a supervisor but instead at the stupid ass museum studies program i’m in and how they are sucking the life from my bones :)

#i don’t even know what to say anymore that i haven’t already bitched about #i just want to be done with grad school

[capetowncapers]

Yeah I’ve gone back to look at/edit/flesh out my multi chapter fic bc I’m having insane burnout/breakdown hours even though I’m in the home stretch of my undergrad career. What of it, let’s mind our business.

#I’m having the worst time trying to write for my capstone rn. I need to do some papers too but capstone Will kill me #I should’ve opted to do a research paper bc my plays are gonna be so half assed #and my boyfriend mentioned the fic and was like I love that au it’s so good etc etc so I decided I’d revisit some as a break from work #but I’m having the weird burnout/brain buzz/brain fog all at once I’m so anxious and tired and my head feels so full? I want to scream :( #I’ll definitely be fine and I am fine but college during a pandemic fucking sucks and I’m so drained mentally. #cape town rambles #tag rant #if you read all these tags you’re the real mvp. thank you I love you and I’m sorry in that order 😌 #laur writes

[solstice-sims]

Checking in!

I hope everyone has been well. I apologize that I dipped out again, but college became too much for me with all my assignments and my capstone project. I finished my last ever undergraduate semester last week. My study abroad got cancelled for the 3rd time, so I have to give up on it (literally dream crushing, fuck you ‘rona), and due to that, my graduation is deferred until August. Nevertheless, I still am technically graduated with a Bachelor’s of Art in English and a Creative Writing Certificate! I’ve been really stressed job-searching, especially because there’s nothing in my town that I’m stuck in until my lease expires next year. Not only that, but apparently some ENTRY LEVEL internships require experience? Interesting. Also got my second vaccination on Friday. I just had a slight headache, fatigue, and hot flashes. Please go get vaccinated if you can! 

No promises, but I am considering making poses again in my free time (if I have any, lol)! I haven’t loaded up my game in months, so hopefully it loads. I also technically have a story post sitting unedited on my iPad. Maybe...maybe.

To help me cope with not having any routine or structure to my life anymore, I’ve assigned myself time-frames everyday to work on writing and to keep up my Japanese studies. I’m a bit worried about the latter because I honestly suck at self-study. My college only gets us up to N4. Let’s see how long my undisciplined ass can stick with it ;-; 

Thank you if you have stuck around during my absence! I would like to thank everyone for 11k downloads on my Gang Gang pose pack! That is wild!

Is everyone doing okay? Are we hanging in there? And if you read this, thank you! Have a nice evening.

#saviorhide #nonsims

[alectoperdita]

Fictober - Day 4

prompt: “that didn’t stop you before” fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters pairing: Jounouchi Katsuya/Kaiba Seto rating: explicit warnings: nsfw, bottom Kaiba, semi-public sex, barebacking, comeplay, sex toy a/n: it’s Sunday and this is a pwp, pure and simple. also *dies of embarrassment*. i say that yet i keep writing shit like this...

nsfw under the Read More

"Damn, Seto," marveled Jounouchi as he eased the butt plug out. "You're already so full. Dunno if any more will fit."

"That's what I said earlier, but that didn't stop you before," Kaiba spat through gritted teeth. 

Despite his forced venom, his head swam. His entire body felt like it was on fire, his skin pulled too tight, and the bow tie around his neck was suffocating. He'd hoped a few drinks would take the edge off, but the alcohol only made him more desperate and needy for his lover, who had been teasing him with sly touches for most of the evening. 

Behind him, Jounouchi hummed thoughtfully and spread his buttocks with both hands. Imagining the expression on Jounouchi's face as he stared at Kaiba's stretched hole made the tension coil tighter in his guts, and he braced the toilet tank harder until his knuckles turned as white as the cold porcelain. When Jounouchi started stroking his sensitive rim, he trembled and panted and bit his bottom lips, muscles clenching around the newfound emptiness while Jounouchi's semen from earlier that afternoon trickled slowly out of him. 

"God, this is so freaking hot. Can't believe we've never done this before," narrated Jounouchi as his caressing finger slipped inside to massage his come-slick walls. 

Briefly, Kaiba wondered what 'this' referred to. Was it Kaiba bent over in a bathroom stall during a black-tie gala event, drunk on whiskey and lust? Or was it the many times Jounouchi had fucked and came inside him in the proceeding hours, each time capstoned by reinserting the toy that kept him full and ready for the next time? Or was it the bet they first made in bed that morning, now wildly and deliciously out-of-hand?

In the end, he didn't care whichever way. Because he agreed with Jounouchi: 'this' stole his breath until his lungs forgot how to function. 

A second finger readily joined the first, and they met no resistance as they scissored. They withdrew, and Kaiba rocked back to chase them, even though what he really wanted was much bigger and thicker than fingers in his ass. 

Jounouchi groaned. "Fuck, you're loose and ready for me, aren't you, babe?" 

The metal rasp of a zipper and cloth rustling made Kaiba's heart to pound faster. There was even a wet sound as Jounouchi presumably slicked his arousal with the same fingers that were just inside Kaiba. Shifting, Kaiba widened his stance as much as the trousers and underwear tangled around his ankles would allow. Then, he waited with the sound of his ragged breathing seemingly echoing off the stall's walls like a thunderstorm. 

The flared head of Jounouchi's cock rubbed tantalizingly against his rim, and Kaiba mindlessly rocked back, sucking in the tip with ease. With a muted groan, Jounouchi jolted and slipped further in before stilling himself and settling a hand on each of Kaiba's hips. He didn't move after that, but he also didn't stop Kaiba as he thrust back to take more and more of the shaft inside. 

"Shit, Seto, you're fucking beautiful," Jounouchi muttered before draping his weight across Kaiba's back. 

The praise wormed through his chest and suffused him with a glow even warmer than drinking several glasses of whiskey. He pushed harder back and was immediately made dizzy by the familiar sensation of his lover's cock filling him. The butt plug he'd worn had kept him stretched wide to readily take Jounouchi's thick shaft, but it didn't prepare him for his length. His throat closed up at the feeling, making it impossible to speak, so instead, he rocked back and forth in an anxious and stuttered rhythm. 

Kaiba quickly lost track of time as he fucked himself on Jounouchi's cock. Jounouchi seemed content to let him do the work, other than occasionally grinding against his ass or stroking his hair and muttering dirty yet fond affections in his ear. Kaiba understood the plan: draw the fucking out to break Kaiba's silence even as it thrummed in the air like static. 

Suddenly, the grip on his hips firmed and stilled him. He almost issued a groggy noise of protest in response. Dimly, he heard the noise outside the stall and realized why Jounouchi had stopped him. Someone else had entered the restroom. 

They were in the stall farthest from the exit and the line of urinals at the restroom's front. The stall walls and door ran from floor to ceiling. Other than the little "occupied" that flicked up when the door was latched shut, it was impossible to tell if one person, much less two, was inside a given stall. As far as having sex in a semi-public setting went, they were safe as long as they stayed quiet. 

Still, a thrill raced down his spine, and he couldn't help clamping around Jounouchi's cock. Kaiba's neglected erection hanging between his legs hardened, dripping several drops of precum into the toilet bowl beneath. 

The sound of running water meant they were almost in the clear. But it was at that precise moment that Jounouchi drove his hips forward and glanced off his prostate. The faucet might have masked the wet squelch of Jounouchi's thrust, but not the low groan it tore from Kaiba's throat. He pressed a hand over his mouth, but it was already too late. 

The faucet turned off, followed by a hesitant question. "Are you okay in there? Do you need help?" 

Kaiba swallowed several times. His tongue was thick and dumb in his cotton mouth. After several panting breaths, he finally managed to say, "I'm fine. I just had too much to drink." 

He hoped with every fiber of his being that he sounded like he was puking his guts over the toilet and not like the reality where he was being fucked raw. 

"Okay, if you say so," replied the good Samaritan. "Take it easy when you get back out there." 

Footsteps retreated across the room, and then a thunk as the door shut again. Once again, they were alone. 

"You idiot," he spat with as much venom as he could muster. "Did you want him to discover us?" 

Warm fingers brushed aside the hair at the nape of his neck, clearing the way for Jounouchi's lips and teeth to skim his skin.

"Shit, you closed up like a fist when he heard you. I couldn't help it. Maybe we stumbled across a new kink of yours?" 

He could feel Jounouchi's smug smirk against his neck. He flushed unbearably hot and red at his lover's insinuation. 

"Shut up. Now, hurry up before someone notices we're missing."

Jounouchi's response was to start moving in earnest again. He drew back, letting Kaiba feel the drag of his cock sliding out, before viciously thrusting back in again. He repeated the motion again and again until Kaiba was moaning shamelessly into his hand.

"You're awfully bossy when I'm the one doing you a favor here, Seto." Jounouchi's hot breath washed over the shell of his ear before teeth tugged sharply at his lobe. "Or are you afraid that if this goes on any longer, you'll finally cum? There's no shame if you wanna. There's like another hour to midnight. Dunno how you lasted as long as you did."

With each thrust, sparks erupted across his skin, igniting every nerve ending in his body. His cock throbbed between his legs, drooling precum non-stop. His balls ached, heavy and drawn tight in anticipation of the orgasm he'd been denied all day. Yes, he very much wanted to come. But he refused to lose the bet so close to the deadline. 

One of Jounouchi's hands reached around and grazed his cock. The butterfly touch almost unraveled him completely. 

"Hands off, you cheating fuck," snarled Kaiba as stars flared in his vision. Except his words came out more like a plea than a command. 

Jounouchi shushed him and snaked that wandering hand under Kaiba's shirt to palm his quivering stomach. He pressed in on the skin as he gave a particularly hard jab into Kaiba. Kaiba's legs trembled and nearly gave way under the gut-wrenching punch of Jounouchi striking all the right places.

Groaning, Jounouchi rutted against his ass. "God, I can almost feel how deep inside you I am. Do you feel it too, Seto?"

"Yes," hissed Kaiba, arching his back in that way he knew Jounouchi found unbearably enticing when he was shirtless. Because two could play at this game. "I can almost taste you in my throat." 

"Fuck," swore Jounouchi, audibly starting to lose control. "You really want this? You really want my cum that badly?" 

Reaching back, he threaded a hand through Jounouchi's sweaty hair and turned toward his lover. Their mouths met sloppily as best as they could, given the awkward angle. Panting heavily, Jounouchi watched him with wild eyes. The way he shook and groaned told Kaiba that Jounouchi was close. 

"Yes, Katsuya," purred Kaiba, gathering his composure long enough to deliver the final blow. "You're going to pump me full and use that toy to keep me from leaking. Then, we're going to go back out there, and you can think about the mess you made for the rest of this wretched party. And when I win this stupid bet of yours, know that I'll be returning this favor a thousand-fold."

Like always, Jounouchi laughed at his threat. Not because he didn't think Kaiba wouldn't follow through, but because he knew that was a guarantee. "Shit, I can't wait, but you haven't won shit yet," he warned while changing angles to target Kaiba's prostate more directly. 

He yanked Jounouchi close again, straining to kiss and bite at the other man's lips. Together, they rocked and chanted each other's names in passion and longing. Jounouchi filled his senses in every way, from the feel of his hair sliding between Kaiba's fingers to the quiet grunts he made with each thrust.

"Katsuya, I want— Ah, I need—" 

"Fuck, yeah, Seto— I'm gonna give it all to you. Gonna make you overflow." 

With one final plunge, Jounouchi surged forward and climaxed deep inside him. Kaiba collapsed completely against the toilet, his entire body twitching as the hot rush of semen flooded into him. Pressing his overheated forehead to the cold tiled wall, he spasmed around Jounouchi's pulsing cock, moaning and panting like he was the one who'd achieved orgasm. He hadn't. His cock was still rock hard between his legs. 

Another hot pulse coated his insides as Jounouchi tried to grind his twitching cock even deeper. "Fuck, Seto, you make more noise than I did." 

He made a bleary sound that he hoped came off as insulting. When Jounouchi finally stopped and pulled out, Kaiba failed to bite back a whine of loss. Even without his lover's cock, he felt so full that it bordered on discomfort. But that didn't stop him from missing the sensation of being so complete he could burst. 

"It's okay, Seto. I got whatcha want right here." 

Jounouchi ran a comforting hand down the length of his spine before moving away. From the sound, he appeared to rustle through his clothes before returning a hand to Kaiba's sweat-slicked thigh. His fingers rubbed at the heated skin, gathering the wet rivulets that had dripped out and pushing the escaped cum back into Kaiba's twitching hole. 

"Don't want the good stuff to go to waste," huffed Jounouchi with a hint of laughter in his words. 

Kaiba would have hit him if his limbs were capable of moving again. He sighed when Jounouchi finally slid the butt plug back into place. Then with gentle hands, Jounouchi rearranged them, so he was sitting atop the closed toilet lid with Kaiba in his lap so he could soothe his frazzled nerves. Kaiba was grateful for the chance to calm his raging erection before he would fix his clothes and return to the party. 

"Yeah, we’re definitely gonna do this again," muttered Jounouchi while planting soft kisses across his temple. 

Grasping his lover's face, Kaiba sealed the agreement with a breath-stealing kiss.

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[angelsaxis]

I hate this subschool soooo fucking much like why constantly bug people about the capstone without fully explaining how the application or any of the options even works and then my adviser says "oh just put pending acceptance on the app lol" for this research thing I wanna do and then i DO THAT and then some other adviser is like "actually were gonna reject ur app bc the professor didn't agree to take on another student you need to talk to them first" like YEAH LET ME JUST. Talk. To the fucking professor who's research team I'm trying to be a part of before he's even read my actual application and be like "hey!!! Accept me I need this for a requirement!!" And you know what wouldnt it be hilarious if the site that was giving the info was actually outdated and the app year was totally different from what I thought like this school is so disorganized that I wouldn't be surprised if that was actually the case. Anyways the advisers at my school fucking suck and now I'm gonna email this professor so I don't look like an ass I guess for being ignorant of how all this works and then I'm gonna just. Do a thesis I guess.

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[cruddyborderlandstheories]

THE SEEIN’ DEAD MOD IS A BAND-AID FIX

gearbox locked zane’s lazy fix behind a paywall

tl;dr: for the love of god, the seein’ dead class mod should be what the seein’ red capstone is and vice versa. also. MORE SYNERGY. also i redesigned all of Zane’s trees and augments for more synergy you’re welcome.

is 1am and i don’t want tomorrow and im angry and thinking about borderlands so this seems like the perfect time to immerse myself in remaking Zane’s skill trees (for the 5th time). mainly because some of zane’s skills are still irking me and i’ve written extensive essays for the bl3 subreddit about the seein’ dead class mod and just playing around with zane’s skills in general, but i don’t think i’ve ever posted here before about it. so here we are. i notice i usually save lore/theories/characterizations for this blog and meta/balancing/gear talk for reddit. not sure why that’s a split for me. 

now i’ve remade zane’s skills a number of times, but honestly this was all before the seein’ dead mod was released. then, instead of fixing his skill trees, i wrote a lot of essays about why that mod was a terrible bad decision on gearbox’s part (you can read one of the shorter arguments in a comment from 5 months ago here). I’m just gonna remake the skill trees now with all his current abilities in mind.this post really should be titled: ALL THE PROBLEMS WITH THEIR BALANCING DECISIONS

so imma just talk for a bit about why i love/hate the seein’ dead class mod. 

Obviously it’s a god tier mod, and you see almost no zane builds without it, and no top tier, can solo m10 true takedown builds without it (unless ur like, the 1% of masochistic players, in which case i salute you). and while that obviously means its a good mod, it also shows the problems with all his other class mods and his skill trees in general.

They all kinda suck. and that wouldn’t be a problem, bc, hey, the seein’ dead mod is ez to get, just pop on over to the casino and kill a few baddies and they’ll  drop like candy. Which is really awesome!

slight problem.

the dlc is locked behind a PAYWALL

now this is a problem because if zane was a top tier character BEFORE the dlc, and everything was hunky dory and people weren’t on their knees begging for gearbox to fix Zane, then him getting a new badass class mod wouldn’t be such a big deal. but the problem was this was gearbox’s solution to giving Zane a buff.

they literally locked a buff for a character behind a pay wall.

I recommend Zane is every single person I try to convince to play bl3, but i always have to add this like, commercial-esque asterisk. you know, terms and conditions or, side effects or whatever. *you probably want to get the seein’ dead mod if you’re looking at end-game play because unless you wanna struggle that’s his only viable play style.

what if they don’t want to buy the dlc?! for real...

There’s also the point that this class mod makes his (arguably) BEST capstone obsolete. so we have distributed denial which literally no one uses because its broken, double barrel which is always traded for seein’ red or more points in other skills, and seein’ red, WHICH WAS MADE USELESS BY THIS CLASS MOD

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okay and it wouldn’t even be so bad

IF THEY DIDN’T CHANGE HIS ENTIRE SKILL SET BEFORE RELEASE

like they lowered ALL his kill skills, then they turned Seein’ Red into his capstone instead of Death Follows Close, meaning they nerfed Death Follows Close so it could fit as just a game changer. my poor boy was g u t t e d.

so, imagine this, everyone is reaching the end-game content of bl3. it’s a month or 2 weeks or whatever after the game dropped and people are finally hitting level 50. and moze/fl4k/amara are all killin’ it, and the zane players have to work their ASSES off to do like... 50% of that damage output (now, they did also eventually nerf the crap outta moze and fl4k but the point stands). 

so instead of gearbox going: “oh... shit that pre-release nerf was an awful idea, revert the changes guys” they decided to keep him gutted and then they released what was, in my opinion, a kick in the nuts with the maliwan takedown (aka the antifreeze mod, alongside the spiritual driver) ahahahahahaha. what good times it was. (I say this sarcastically.) 

man i remember people were soooo livid with that class mod release. well, both of them. zane mains were pissed off (for good reason). “yes, let’s make the people who are begging for a straight damage increase jump through MORE hoops (LITERALLY) for a pitiful amount of damage. oh, also, let’s give their 28 skill point build to the strongest character in the game for free and also make it 10x better”. because it was 10x better than violent momentum (driver didn’t have a damage cap) until they fixed both the spiritual driver and the violent momentum skill. it was the worst of times.

i will note here they did, around this time, let zane have stackable kill skills, but it was only 2 stacks and also it was still *incredibly* difficult to achieve stacks because zane just. struggled to kill anything. I still remember when i grinded the shit outta an antifreeze class mod and it took me over 20 minutes to kill Wotan my first time solo on m4. Not the fight UP to wotan. literally. just killing wotan.

then the seein’ dead mod dropped and i had. a fuckin. 15 minute decrease to my time on killing wotan (5 minutes!!!!). now i am not perfect, and i 100% believe i could’ve lowered the time even more. but that... that shows a VERY CLEAR problem.

they never actually fixed zane, they gave him a class mod that’s stupid OP just to make sure he could hang on next to the other Vault Hunters. it’s just a bandaid fix. you remove the class mod, and he’s back to pre-jackpot power levels (which will NOT hold up at m10, let me tell you). 

all his pre-jackpot problems are still here, and that’s why people are not using any other class mod of his. I bet we could have some really fun builds with the conductor mod! but nobody will ever use it because it’s just... not even close to the seein’ dead mod.

So what does the seein’ dead mod do that makes Zane so good?

IT BRINGS HIM BACK TO PRE-RELEASE VALUES

this mod, plus Death Follows Close, brings Zane back to pre-release zane. and i don’t understand how gearbox isn’t putting two and two together and going “Oh.”

it also is a BETTER VERSION of Seein’ Red!!! something players could have had at, like, level 15, but instead had to wait until they hit a capstone! the capstone is completely obsolete at this point. There is nothing seein’ red can give you that seein’ dead doesn’t do but better. Getting that capstone is a w a s t e of skill points.

AND they locked this fix behind a pay wall!!! i cannot say that enough. you don’t wanna get the handsome jackpot dlc?? guess u don’t wanna play zane at endgame then. too bad, so sad.

have i stated that enough? because it still blows my fuckin mind. THEY LOCKED A CHARACTER FIX BEHIND A PAYWALL

djhdgakjhakjdah. imagine playing without any prior knowledge and being like, aw man i love this zane character. can’t wait to get to max mayhem end game like all my favorite youtubers and friends!! then finding out you gotta drop 15 bucks or whatever it is just to actually be able to play at max mayhem level. that is not a skill difference, that is A BALANCING PROBLEM MY DUDES. like. my favorite zer0 build was still viable without the story DLCs. obviously grog > rubi, pimp > lyuda, rapier > law but, it was still fuckin viable.

guh. gufhgufhsdgkfjsdh. it bothers me.

ok so there’s a lot i just went over: my main issue? is that by making Seein’ Red a capstone, they did nothing to make it an actual legit capstone. They definitely nerfed Death Followed Close to make it a gamechanger, but they never gave Seein’ Red a buff to move it from a gamechanger to a capstone. It was the same exact skill. Seein’ Dead is what Seein’ Red SHOULD be and that’s what angers the crap outta me. they locked this obvious fix behind a pay wall (AND a gear slot!!!!!) n ur probably thinking ‘but cruddy this WAS really nice of them to try and fix zane... they could’ve just let him be suuc’ and like, yeah, they could’ve, and it is good they’re TRYING, but also, they’re leaving the people who DON’T buy the DLC high and dry.

keep in mind i DO own the dlc. have the season pass and everything. IM STILL MAD!!!

Zane should be strong no matter what class mod the players want to use. Same with Amara, same with Moze, same with Fl4k. FFS, it is not that hard. CHANGE THEIR SKILLS!!!!!

so im gonna be taking the time to go over all of zane’s skills and shit just to put him more on par with the others (WITHOUT THE SEEIN’ DEAD MOD)

imagine the seein’ dead mod doesn’t exist for this. we’re gonna make a balanced character since apparently THAT’S TOO HARD FOR A TRIPLE-A BALANCING TEAM

first things first, the tree with the most fuckin problems: 

Under Cover

oh god this tree is a fucking train wreck what the hell were they thinking. good god. my eyes. they’re burning.

not actually, but it still kinda sucks.

Action Skill: Barrier is fine. I would not add the ‘picking it up decreases benefits’ when Zane’s whole schtick is running around fast. You get the full bonus no matter what form it’s in. also, you can hold down the action skill activation button to deploy the barrier directly on yourself.

Tier 1: Hearty Stock is a trap. never get this. so dumb. no synergy with his other skills. Adrenaline is okay, but not really great during end game. Ready For Action is similarly okay. Just a very MEH start to this tree. 

Adrenaline: Zane gains increased Action Skill Cooldown Rate. 10% per level, up to 50%. this shouldn’t be tied to his shields being full because if your barrier is down (cooling DOWN)... your shield is taking damage. c’mon now. THINK GEARBOX T H I N K

Hearty Stock: (maxed) Zane and his clone gain 5% magazine regeneration while an action skill is active. This skill stacks. In it’s original state, this skill is such a trap skill. for real.

Ready For Action: i mean, it’s fine. We’ll keep it. +30% shield recharge rate and -29% (why????) recharge delay

Tier 2: ech. Stiff Upper Lip is not that good. Brain freeze is what u really want. Rise to the Occasion is also okay.

Brain Freeze: keep the same.

Stiff Upper Lip: when Zane is damaged with a hit that would break his shield, he gains (max) +20% bonus gun damage on his next shot through the barrier.

Rise to the Occasion: Zane and his clone gain health regeneration. +5% max health/s. Not determined by shield availability.

Tier 3: `screams in confident competence` oh lawd. this skill is good. the accuracy thing is kinda laughable. i tell you, i always thought that zane was originally meant to be the sniper with the Under Cover tree but they decided to swap Zane and Fl4k’s skills. which is why Zane has soooo many accuracy buffs.

Confident Competence: fine the way it is. I would also add, since this IS a game changer, that the Barrier’s damage amp is now 40%.

Tier 4: ew. tier 4. Really Expensive Jacket is literally the only skill you might want to get and EVEN THEN. ugh. Best Served Cold is so pointless. and so is Futility Belt. YOU TAKE MORE DAMAGE WITH IT

Really Expensive Jacket: Elemental Status Effects have reduced duration (-50%). Additionally, Zane is not slowed by Cryo anymore.

Best Served Cold: Remove the cooldown. Buff up the damage at least 200%. Make it an AOE Brain Freeze. That is, the cryo novas stack and if overkill damage is high enough, enemies hit with the novas freeze. Kinda like a discount Frozen Heart.

Futility Belt: HA. Ahahahahaha. Ha. Zane gains resistance to non-elemental and cryo damage (+15%). Futhermore, after killing an enemy, Zane’s barrier gains additional cryo damage (+20%) for 8s.

Tier 5: is oki. My only real complaint is with Nerves of Steel. Like. Seriously.

Refreshment: god tier skill actually. Keep the same.

Best Served Cold: also keep the same. The only change I will make is this: resetting your action skills’ cooldowns counts as action skill start and end.

Nerves of Steel: The longer Zane’s barrier is active, the more stacks of Nerves of Steel he gains (a maximum of 15). For each stack, Zane gains 2% shock damage, 2% cryo efficiency, and 1% damage to frozen enemies. (why shock damage? cryo doesn’t do well against shields.)

Tier 6: *cries in the worst capstone in the entire series* WHO DID THIS. WHY. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU???

Distributed Denial: no. just. no. scrap this whole damn thing. IT DOESN’T EVEN WORK!!!! either fix it COMPLETELY or do something else. My recommendation? Whenever Zane throws down his barrier, his shield instantly begins recharging. If Zane’s shield is already full or recharging, enemies with no shields (or freeze immunity) that touch Zane’s Barrier for the next 10s are instantly frozen.

Augments: why the hell do i gotta place my barrier down when my entire fuckin’ character is about RUNNING. ALSO JUST AS A BLANKET STATEMENT: ALL THESE AUGMENTS WORK 100% EVEN IF HIS BARRIER IS PICKED UP. SO DUMB. a fully pointless restriction.

that last sentence immediately fixes Charged Relay and Nanites or Some Shite.

Redistribution: If his shields are full, Zane can sacrifice 50% of his shields to have his next shot deal 100% bonus cryo damage by holding F.

All-Rounder: Fine as is. Only thing I would add: whenever Zane melees an enemy, his shields are drained by 50% and his sliding augment is added to the melee attack.

Deterrence Field: Fine as is. But! I would add: whenever Zane sprints into an enemy, his shields are drained by 50% and slam augment is activated.

THAT WAY we can have both slam/sliding relics actually DO SOMETHING. because my god they’re so useless rn.

alright, moving on.

Hitman

Tier 1: is okay. nobody ever takes cold bore. ever.

Violent Speed: fine as is, but we’re taking it back to pre-release values. Max: 30%. can stack 2x.

Cold Bore: Zane gains (max) 20% bonus cryo damage to all shots fired while moving.

Violent Momentum: fine as is, but taking it back to pre-release values. 30% gun damage at default walk speed. Additionally, Zane can now shoot while sprinting.

Tier 2: my boy zoomer needs more fun.

Cool Hand: fine as it is. I would buff his base reload speed up to 20% and kill skill reload to 20% as well. 17 and 13 are such weird numbers.

Drone Delivery: fine as it is. Additionally, Zoomer’s base shots now take on the element of Zane’s grenade mod.

Salvation: fine as it is. I won’t mess with this bc life steal is messy business (coughs in grog)

Tier 3: hhhynf.fdsg. 

Death Follows Close: Kill Skill Bonus: +30%. Kill Skill Time: +7s. Additionally, enemies targeted by Zoomer take 5% more damage from Zane.

Tier 4: these two skills are actually p dope by themselves. it can stay as it is. I would MAYBE increase the violent violence max buff up to 20% but that’s just me.

Tier 5: ahahahaha. this skill. just remember, we’re pretending Seein’ Dead doesn’t exist, so imagine how this skill looks next to calm cool n collected. so pointless.

Good Misfortune: Killing an enemy with a critical hit adds (max) 10% efficiency to Zane’s kill skills for 8s. This does not stack.

Tier 6: WE’RE GONNA MAKE YOU RELEVANT AGAIN BOO HANG IN THERE

Seein’ Red: Zane has a (4%) chance to activate his kill skills upon dealing gun damage to an enemy. Additionally, enemies targeted by Zoomer now take 15% more damage from Zane.

so why didn’t we make good misfortune the infinite action skill build?? BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT CCnC IS SUPPOSED TO DO!!! why have 2 skills that do the exact same thing AT THE EXACT SAME TIER except ONE IS OBJECTIVELY WORSE!!!!!

what happens to the Seein’ Dead class mod if we’re giving its perk to this capstone? I’m so glad you asked. “Zane activates his kill skills when activating his action skills. Additionally, the kill skills activated this way have 15% more efficiency”. look how much better balanced that is!!!! that’s a class mod!!!!!!!!

Augments: these aren’t THAT bad, but they could be a lot better.

Winter’s Drone: Zoomer gains 20% bonus cryo damage to all shots.

Bad Dose: pump these numbers up. Fire Rate: +7% per affected enemy. Movement Speed: +10% per enemy. everything else is fine.

Boomsday: just make this more beefy. fr. It’d be a good choice if it were stronger.

Static Field: also fine. I would again give it better damage output, but that’s just me.

Almighty Ordnance: remove the build up honestly. Like i get the vibe and it’s really cool, but in combat it just DOESN’T WORK. maybe if Zoomer is targeting an enemy, he will unleash the missiles if they are above 50% health after 30s or something. I honestly think these should have a debuffing factor instead of a damage factor (you know, to not get in the way of boomsday). maybe something around 15%? the 1x per action skill activation thing would be easily subverted with CCnC with the changes we suggested, so it could work. 

Doubled Agent

ahhh, Blane. Blue Zane. Love ya, buddy. One change: he prioritizes pinged targets. That way you can kinda get him to fight specific people. Also, lower the teleportation timer. pls.

Tier 1: actually p good. could be better, but its not bad.

Synchronicity: Zane gains 20% bonus damage per active action skill. While Zane has an action skill active, he gains a stack of Synchronicity. Max Stacks: 10. For each stack of Synchronicity, Zane gains 5% Action Skill Cooldown Rate and 2% Action Skill Damage.

Praemunitus: Zane and his digiclone gain (max) 30% magazine size.

Borrowed Time: For each action skill active, Zane gains 30% action skill duration. The longer Zane’s action skills are active, he and Blane gain a higher Fire Rate and faster Reload Speed, up to 20%. (the idea is you choose between this or synchronicity bc... either permanent action skills build or fast paced action skills build)

Tier 2: Donnybrook is fun. Fractal Frags is fun. Duct tape mod is a GODDAMN DISAPPOINTMENT

Donnybrook: fine as it is. I might buff the max numbers up to 20% gun damage and 3% health regen. But that’s really it.

Fractal Frags: Blane will periodically toss a grenade from Zane’s stockpile at his targeted enemy (cooldown: 20s). Kill Skill: Blane has a 45% chance to throw a free grenade.

Duct Tape Mod: this skill... why... No cooldown. NONE. Zane has a 1% chance to also fire a grenade from his gun. Kill Skill: This is increased to 15% for 8s (stays at 1% for the whole time, but the kill skill will increase by 3% for each tier)

Tier 3: Actually Quick Breather is one of my favorite skills. this can stay.

Quick Breather: Same as is. Additionally, Zane and his clone gain 25% Gun Damage after swapping places for a short time (8s).  I really wanna promote swapping places. It’s really underutilized. they’ve ADDED stuff to this skill already!!! even tho it didn’t work until the next patch. BUT THEY SHOW ITS POSSIBLE TO ADD TO SKILLS!!!

Tier 4: actually a really good tier. a few minor changes. 

Pocket Full of Grenades: Kill Skill: Zane gains (max) 15% grenade regeneration for 8s. If Zane’s grenades are full, any excess grenades are shot from his gun with 25% bonus damage.

Old-U: If Zane falls into FFYL while his digiclone is active, he can press the action skill activation key to destroy his clone and gain a second wind. When he does this, he takes the place of his clone. His clone will also drop a grenade when it is destroyed.

Supersonic Man: Zane gains increased movement speed for each active action skill: (max) 15% each. Additionally, teleportation is considered to be Zane’s maximum speed for its duration and 5s after. 

Tier 5: oh god oh fuck oh god.

Like a Ghost: Oh god why. Zane and his digiclone gain a (max) 15% chance to ignore all damage while teleporting and for 7s after.

Boom. Enhance: actually a pretty swell skill. I would probably add Health Regen +3% per grenade tho. Blane needs help a lot.

Trick of the Light: bring back the shock damage. Zane deals 40% bonus shock damage for 7s after swapping places with his clone.

Tier 6: oh ngl I actually love this capstone lol

Double Barrel: Zane’s digiclone gains a copy of Zane’s current gun when it is deployed (and all the anointments work and he actually fires it like a reasonable person). Zane’s clone now deals damage equal to Zane’s base weapon damage. Upon swapping places, both Zane and his digiclone deal 50% bonus damage for 7s.

Augments: 

Binary System: is okay. Kinda uhhh underwhelming tho. Buff up the damage and also maybe reduce teleportation time.

Schadenfreude: I like this one a lot. Zane’s shield is restored by 100% of the damage his digiclone takes and vice versa.

Dopplebanger: lower the waiting time. I get that u don’t wanna override the teleportation, but it’s really annoying. Buff damage and don’t make it dependent on action skill duration. If this explosion kills an enemy, the clone is reactivated with 50% action skill duration.

Which One’s Real?: I’ve never actually felt this work. Maybe for like 2 seconds? Make it work more like Zer0′s hologram or Timmy’s Jack clones or smth. Maybe give an activation cue? im v lost with this one. Enemies targeting Zane take 30% more damage from the digiclone.

Digital Distribution: 75% of the health damage Zane takes is distributed to his clone instead. The digiclone gains 5% Health Regeneration/s and sends out 3 [level specific damage] shock spikes to enemies that attack it. 

literally all Zane needs is SYNERGY. if they can change a few skills, pump up a few numbers, and ffs fix the seein’ red/dead capstone/mod, they’d be in FUCKIN BUSINESS

but no instead

THEY LOCKED THE BUFF BEHIND A PAYWALL.

WHYYYYYY

#>:( #borderlands #im not redirecting my anger im legitimately angrey about this wat u mean #bl3 #zane flynt #but actually this is such a frustrating thing to deal with

[freddiesaysalright]

Soft in Love Part 5

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 2.8k

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A/N: OMG we’re halfway through the story! So glad y’all are enjoying this one :)

Warning(s): Fluff and angst. Lost of pining, once again. Are y’all regretting the slow burn vote yet? I SURE AM. lmao

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Part 5 here we go!!!

Over the coming weeks, the show was really coming along. As Fall Break approached, Gwilym felt confident in the progress the class had made and he told Dr. Bennett so when he spoke to her over Skype. She was thrilled.

“I’m so glad you were able to do this,” she said. “How’s Y/N doing? I haven’t heard from her in a while.”

“She’s…” Gwilym trailed off.

He remembered the past weeks of being in class with you. How you always showed up early and that precious ten minute period of just the two of you. Talking together, laughing together, and sharing brief, fleeting touches. It meant more to him than he could really put to words.

“She’s perfect,” he said.

Dr. Bennett raised an eyebrow at him.

“Perfect?”

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “At her role.”

She still looked skeptical. She opened her mouth as if to push the issue further, but closed it again. It was probably better she didn’t know the answers to her questions.

“And Andrew and Sloan?” she went with instead.

“Also wonderful,” he told her. “Edith is hitting on me again, which is rather obnoxious, but I’m dealing with it.”

“How?” she asked.

“By ignoring her as much as possible,” he said.

She chuckled. “Good luck with all that.”

“How are you and the baby?”

“I’m hormonal as shit, and more tired than I can ever remember, but otherwise fantastic,” she said.

As if summoned by the mere mention of him, the baby wailed from somewhere off to the side. She sighed.

“Gotta go,” she said. “Time to feed him.”

“Good luck,” he returned.

They said goodbye and hung up. Then Gwilym’s own stomach growled. He closed his laptop and headed for the dining hall, not wanting to be cooped up in Dr. Bennett’s office any more. Sure, there were some things that needed grading, but they could wait.

He walked, mulling over once again what Dr. Bennett had said in that first phone call. Be careful there. He had a feeling he knew what she meant. He was full on crushing on you, which was not something he had felt since he was your age. 

But that was just the thing. You were so much younger. And he was still your professor. Any relationship would have to wait. Even then, how accepted would you be? The age gap was still frowned upon, even after you no longer had the teacher/student dynamic. Not to mention that after the semester was over, Gwilym was going home to London, and you were hoping to be in Los Angeles. 

As he made his way to the dining hall, he ran into Dr. Edy, one of the journalism professors at the school. She was very kind to Gwilym when he had gotten lost finding his office for the semester, and since then they had remained sort of friends. He greeted her warmly.

“Hi, Caroline,” he said. “How are you?”

“Great, Gwilym, how are you?” she returned with a smile.

Across the courtyard, you stood with Sloan and Andrew. You hadn’t noticed Gwilym right away, but when you did, your heart sunk. He was with Dr. Edy, and looked very happy to be there. She was touching his arm and beaming at him. She wasn’t quite as aggressive as Edith, but the intention was the same. She was attracted to Gwilym.

And how could she not be? He was so talented and kind and funny and handsome. It was all the same things you thought of him. You just couldn’t act on it because of some rules you now fully considered dumb and arbitrary. That was probably your frustration talking, but you were done ignoring it.

In the weeks since the party, you and Gwilym had become even closer. Those ten minutes before each class period were more sacred to you than any religious service you could remember. You never missed a class or your unspoken appointments.

Those minutes contained everything. Getting to know each other, joking around, little bits of private rehearsal. Each one brought you a step closer to Gwilym. Your feelings for him - which you had acknowledged only to yourself - were beyond friendship. Though you were content to keep it there for now and keep you both out of trouble. You couldn’t help but hope that maybe, after the semester was done, something more could come of it.

Now, as you watched him with another woman - one his age, who was available, and would not cost him his job - you were hit with such a pang of jealousy it nearly knocked you over. Your chest felt constricted as your eyes followed them into the dining hall. He had not even glanced your way. They disappeared through the door and your heart ached at what would happen after. They’d share a meal together. Like a date.

“Hello?” Sloan said, bringing you back to her. “Y/N, you in there?”

“What? Yeah. Sorry. What did you say?” you replied.

“My coworkers are throwing a party before Fall Break,” Andrew said. “You interested?”

“Oh,” you said. “No, not really.”

“It won’t be like last time,” he went on. “These people have morals.”

You laughed lightly. 

“I know, but I’m just not that into parties,” you said. “I’d rather stay in. I’m reading this book Gwilym loaned me and I’d rather have that, with a glass of wine, in my own room.”

“God, you’re lame,” Sloan groaned.

Andrew frowned, as he always did whenever you talked about Gwilym. Or mentioned him in passing as you did now.

“Come on, Y/N, please?” he pressed. “It’ll help you get your mind off of -”

He stopped himself. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Finish that sentence,” you said.

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, running a nervous hand through his hair.

“If you have something to say, Andrew, just say it,” you insisted. “I’m getting tired of your passive aggressive comments.”

“Fine,” he snipped. “I was going to say it’ll help get your mind off Gwilym. There. You happy?”

“Not even close,” you returned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means, don’t play dumb,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re obsessed with him.”

“Obsessed?!” you cried. “That’s a strong word, I think!”

“Do you?” he shot back. “Because Gwilym’s all you ever talk about anymore. ‘Gwilym loaned me this book,’ ‘Gwilym told me this joke,’ ‘Gwilym’s so great!’”

His tone was high-pitched and mocking, making your stomach turn with anger.

“Fuck you, Andrew,” you said. “You’re just jealous because you’re too much of a coward to tell me how you really feel. So you take it out on me when I get close to anyone else.”

Andrew sucked in a sharp breath and stormed off across the grass. Sloan’s mouth fell open as she looked between you and his slowly disappearing form.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” she said.

“I’m sick of him!” you cried. “He was a dick to Dan last year because we started dating, and now because I’m friends with Gwil, he’s being an ass about him too! If Andrew thinks he’s so perfect for me, why doesn’t he stop fucking around and make a move? And if he’s not willing to do that, I wish he’d just shut the hell up!”

Sloan’s expression was difficult to read. She was clearly torn.

“What?” you snapped. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” she said slowly. “But neither is Andrew. It’s hard to admit how you feel about someone, Y/N. And he’s been in love with you basically since you met.”

You blinked, your anger fading into shock.

“Andrew’s in love with me?” you questioned.

She sighed. “Yes. So could you please show a little more sympathy?”

“I’ll show him some sympathy when he deserves it,” you said, getting heated again. “But mocking me like that...that’s just disrespectful.”

“I’ll give you that,” she said. “But again, he’s not necessarily wrong.”

“You think Gwilym is all I talk about anymore?”

“Maybe not all you talk about, but he comes up more than should be expected, I think,” she said. “Look, I’m gonna go find Andrew. He’s probably upset.”

“So, what, you’re just gonna leave me on my own for lunch?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” she said. “I just...I know he’s more upset than you right now. I live with him, I see it every day how much he...” she trailed off.

“Fine,” you said hotly. “Choose him. Whatever.”

“I’m not picking a side,” she said gently. “But Andrew isn’t as strong as you and he needs a friend right now.”

You softened. “Sorry, I don’t want to put you in the middle, it’s just…”

She put a hand on your shoulder. “I know. See you later, okay?”

“Later,” you replied.

You watched her fade into the crowd. With an irritated huff, you adjusted your backpack and walked into the dining hall. You weren’t hungry anymore, so you just got a coffee and went to find a table. There, you pulled out the book Gwilym gave you and began reading. It was difficult to focus on the words, since your mind was still reeling from your confrontation with Andrew. And what Sloan said.

You had never considered that Andrew’s feelings were strong enough to be love. A crush, infatuation, even lust maybe. But love? That seemed a bit much.

With a sigh, you closed the book, leaned on the table, and buried your face in your hands. Were you being too hard on him? Maybe you should open the door for him to talk about it and clear the air. Would that mean the end of the friendship, though?

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Your head snapped up as you heard the voice which had become the most beloved to  you. Gwilym stood there, a concerned furrow to his brow and an inviting look in his eyes. Behind him, and slightly to the right, stood Dr. Edy.

“I’m okay,” you lied. “I think.”

Gwilym turned to Dr. Edy. “I’ll see you around, Caroline. Thanks for lunch.”

“Anytime,” she returned, slightly confused as her eyes flickered between you and your teacher. “Have a good day.”

Looking disappointed, she walked away. Gwilym took a seat beside you. The smell of him wafted over as he did. You had become familiar with the scent, as it still clung to the hoodie which remained in your possession. You wore it nightly, so it was faint, but still there.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently.

“Just my dumb friends,” you sighed. “Andrew has it pretty bad for me, and things sort of escalated. I feel bad.”

His smile faltered at the mention of Andrew’s feelings.

“Have you done something wrong?” he wondered.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “I think I was harsh, but I was honest. He acted like kind of an asshole, but...I suppose he was being harshly honest too.”

“You’ll work it out,” he said. “You’re good friends. And feelings like that can often make things...complicated. But that doesn’t mean you can’t stay close. If Andrew really cares about you and wants you in his life, your friendship will mean more to him than hurt pride.”

A beat passed.

“That is...unless you feel the same way about him?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ve never felt anything more than friendship for him.”

Gwilym inwardly cursed himself for feeling so relieved.

“Everything will work out,” he said. “I know everyone says that, but most of the time, it’s true.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I hope so.”

“Now, how are you enjoying the book?” he asked.

“I’m loving it!” you said excitedly. 

“I knew you would!” he replied. “I’m so glad!”

“Thanks so much for the recommendation,” you said. “Really captivating stuff. The way this author writes, the words she uses, I just...wow. It’s beautiful.”

“It really is,” he agreed. “The use of nature in her metaphors was a pattern I picked up on and really enjoyed.”

“Me too!” you gasped. “It’s really a wonderful story.”

“I’m thrilled you like it,” he said.

You chatted with Gwilym for another hour or so and then he brought up the break.

“So, will you be going home for Fall Break?” he asked.

“Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “I never go home for breaks if I can help it.”

“Why not?” he wondered.

“My relationship with my parents is complicated at best,” you said, unsure why this was coming so easily. You normally hated to talk about your family. “They don’t exactly approve of my career choice and it never fails to come up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “Why don’t they want you to pursue acting? You’re amazing.”

You flushed. “Thank you. But, they just don’t think it’s stable enough. I told you they work in a restaurant, right?”

He nodded. “You did.”

“Well, because of that, money was always tight,” you said. “They’re afraid I won’t make it and end up like them.”

“That’s not really fair to you,” he said.

“It makes sense, though,” you replied. “My mom wanted to be a dancer, and started to go to school for that. She got injured and poof! The dream was gone. My dad wanted to sing, but got rejected again and again. So he gave up. They don’t have any faith that the arts is a place where someone like me can succeed.”

“You’ve already succeeded,” he pointed out. “You got yourself the scholarship. You’re starring in the show. You’re nearly graduated. Do they not see that as success?”

“No,” you said. “Without a dollar sign, they don’t.”

“Do they think you’re really not talented enough?” he wondered.

“They would have no way of knowing,” you told him. “They’ve never seen me perform.”

“Well, I think if they -”

“They can’t afford to come here,” you cut across him. “New York is expensive, and I don’t have space for them in my dorm.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, stumped.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“It’s fine,” you said, and you both knew you were lying. “It is what it is.”

“If there’s anything I can do -”

You cut him off again. “Oh, no, I could never ask that of you.”

“I’m offering,” he insisted.

Your eyes welled up with tears at his willingness to help. He reached out and took your hand for the first time since he had rescued you from the party. And yet, it was as if he’d always done it. Like a habit. It was familiar to you both.

“You’re a smart, talented, wonderful girl,” he said as you met his eyes. Those eyes which had long ago won your heart. “If no one else believed in you, I would. I do.”

You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Thank you,” you said, barely audible, and you squeezed his hand. “Thank you so much.”

The next class was the day before break. You arrived early, excited to see Gwilym again after your talk the day before. Your heart lurched each time you thought about it. And you had gone to sleep that night, snuggled in his hoodie, and remembering that he believed in you.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Andrew.

He was standing outside the door, looking guilty and tired.

“Hey,” you said stiffly.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Sure,” you agreed. “Wanna go in?”

He nodded. You entered the auditorium and to your dismay, Gwilym wasn’t there. You held back a disappointed sigh and you and Andrew went to the front. You leaned against the stage, folding your arms over your chest, and looked at him expectantly.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said. “I shouldn’t have mocked you like that, it was shitty. And I’m sorry for what I said.”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry too,” you said. “I shouldn’t have called you a coward. That was harsh.”

“It was,” he said with a chuckle. “But, the thing is, you were right, Y/N. I have been a coward.”

A jolt of nerves went through you. Was he about to confess?

“The truth is, I’ve fallen for you,” he said. 

Shit, you thought.

“Hard. I think about you all the time. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I just - I see you, and everything stops. Your eyes, your smile, you voice. All of it makes me feel - like the movies and poets say - like you’re the only thing I am ever going to want.”

Your face froze as you watched him spilling his feelings. A wall went up around you because you couldn’t accept them. But the words he said had you scared stiff. It was the same way you felt about Gwilym.

“Andrew, I -”

He cut you off by pulling you close and crashing his lips onto yours. You let out a surprised yelp and then struggled against him, keeping your lips firmly closed. With a surge of strength you shoved him away, breathless and furious. You opened your mouth to begin telling him off, but a sound stopped you. The sound of the auditorium door closing. You turned your head and saw that Gwilym had just walked in.

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[fanfiction4thesoul]

Patience

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: ~3.6

Warnings: smut (18+ only), spanking, orgasm control, domination I guess. Language? idk

Summary: You attempt to tease Roger, but it goes a little too far and ends up backfiring.

A/N: Soooo it’s another smut. I tried my hand at some kinks but I’ve no idea how I did ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  so any comments would be appreciated. Otherwise I’m sat here wondering whether it was complete shit or not. Thanks to any and all that comment/like/reblog. You’re the ones who keep me writing, even though I should really be working on my capstone! Hope you like it!

You were fed up. 

You were fed up, and frustrated. As you sat at the barstool, waiting for the bartender to come back with your drink, you felt yourself snap.

Roger had been gone for two weeks doing promotional stuff for the latest album. Which was fine. 

Great. 

And you had amazing reunion sex when he got back.

But then he started teasing, deliberately ignoring your little flirts and barely touching you at all. So you thought you could return the favor and tease him relentlessly throughout the week. You made sure to time it correctly so that if he ever wanted to take your bait, you would be in a public area, or he was already running late for something. 

Your plan had been working, or at least you thought it had. You had been so sure that any day now, he’d come home and just throw you onto the bed and finally give you some release. But before you left to come to the bar tonight, he barely even looked your way. The heated glances you were getting suddenly switched off, and he was as disinterested as he was in the beginning.

He didn’t even compliment his favorite dress of yours.

And now, here at the bar, all he’s done is talk to the boys none-stop, even though he’s with they almost every day. So you excused yourself from the table to drown your anger in something hard. 

When the bartender returned with your shot, somebody spoke up, “Her’s is on me.”

You turned to the voice and found a young boy, probably still in college sitting next to you. He held himself with an air of confidence that reminded you a lot of Roger. But the smirk sitting on his face was all wrong.

“That’s quite alright. I can pay for my own drink, thank you.” 

“Aw, don’t be like that. I just wanted an excuse to talk to you,” he said, faking a pout.

You had to suppress the urge to snort. God he sounded whiny. “And so you have. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Right before you could slide off the stool, a thought came to you.

Your eyes went back to the boy next to you before flickering over towards Roger. He was laughing with the rest of them, not even looking your way. Turning back to the stranger, you put on your best smile, “On second thought, why don’t we talk? I’m (Y/N).”

He smirked again, as if you had played right into his hand. You talked about trivial things for the most part. He introduced himself, but you couldn’t remember his name two sentences later. He was a heavy flirter though, and that was exactly what you needed.

You made sure to flirt back just as much, leaning certain ways to highlight your low neckline and giving aborted moves to touch him. After all, you wanted to make Roger jealous, not actually cheat on him or anything.

It was incredibly difficult to keep your eyes away from your table. You knew if they strayed, Roger might catch onto your game. He needed to believe you were absorbed in this conversation. That is, if he even noticed you were gone.

Right in the middle of discussing the latest Zeppelin album, an arm wrapped around your waist, causing you to jump a little. Roger was beside you smiling brightly. “There you are, honey. The boys and I were getting worried when you hadn’t come back.” To anyone else, he sounded like a concerned boyfriend. But you could tell. His tone was too low, his voice a little too pleasant.

Roger easily showed his anger. No doubt about that. If he was mad, he’d scream about it, throw some things, then be over it. When he was quiet, though. That’s when you worried. Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you could make out the tightness in his face as he kept his friendly demeanor.

“Ah, I didn’t realize you were here with someone.” Whatever-his-name-was said. Roger’s grip tightened on your hips. You needed to abort, and fast.

“Yes, yes, this is Roger.” Turning his way, he let you hop off the barstool with only a raised eyebrow. As soon as you were standing, though, Roger threw away decorum.

Grabbing your waist again, he pulled you flush against his side and growled in your ear, “Let’s go, honey.” 

He tugged you away from the guy, headed straight for the exit. You could hear the boy yell behind you, but you were too focused on Roger to hear what he said. His grip was almost bruising as he led you away.

You had a backwards thought about the boys, wondering if Roger told them goodbye, before he pulled you out into the night air. He never let go of you while he hailed a cab. It wasn’t until he firmly guided you into the backseat that he finally relinquished his hold on you and you felt like you could catch your breath.

Roger barely touched you on the way home, sitting as far away as possible. You kept biting your lip, worried you might have gone too far this time. Despite your fears, you couldn’t help but feel excitement course through you. Roger wouldn’t do anything you didn’t like. But you had also never seen him like this before. You had also never pulled a stunt like this before.

When you reached the house, Roger quickly paid the taxi. He got out before you and went straight for the door, not even waiting for you. You clamoured out, catching up to him when he reached the front step. As soon as you were both inside Roger whirled around, slamming your body against the closing door. 

You gasped at the sudden movement. Roger had both hands caving you in on either side. He was staring at you with such a hard glint in his eyes and you knew you were in for it. 

One of his hands came up to grip your chin and tilt your face up to his. “You’ve been an awfully bad girl tonight, (Y/N).”

You whimpered at his gravelly voice, closing your eyes. 

His grip tightened. “Keep those eyes open.”

Looking back at him, you were again caught his gaze. After a moment, he smirked. He leaned in so you could feel his breath against your ear. You waited as he lingered. “You played your game with me all week. And then you went and flaunted what wasn’t yours. I think you need to be taught a lesson, honey. It’s time to play my game. What do you think?”

You bit your lip and whimpered. 

“Answer me,” he commanded.

“Yes,” you managed to squeak out. He pulled away suddenly and gripped your chin tighter, practically tilting your head all the way back to look at him.

“That’s not what I want to hear.”

“Yes, sir,” you said. Roger smirked again before crashing your lips together in a hungry kiss.

“That’s more like it,” he mumbled as he eagerly licked his way into your mouth. You were so lost in the kiss, in the feeling of Roger, that you didn’t notice his hand leave your face until it was squeezing your bum. As he kneaded it with both hands, you gasped into his mouth. He quickly took advantage to devour you even more.

Just as you were getting desperate for air, Roger broke away from the kiss. “Show time, honey.” He yanked you away from the door, dragging you along through the house as you stumbled behind him. When you reach the bedroom, he spun you around and quickly unzipped your dress, pushing it to the floor along with your soaked panties.

He ghosted his lips up your body as he stood before bringing both arms around to grip your boobs. You moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder. He took the opportunity to suck a bruise into the side of your exposed neck. “On the bed, honey. Heels off. Hands and knees.” 

You carefully followed his instructions, taking your heels off as fast as you could before clambouring on the bed. As you tried to catch your breath, you heard Roger rustling with his clothes behind you. 

Your nerves lit up in anticipation the longer it took him to touch you. You knew if you looked back you’d get reprimed, so you waited patiently until the noise stopped. It was another moment before you felt the bed dip as Roger positioned himself behind you. 

Breathing out a moan when his hands started massaging your ass, you let yourself get lost in the sensation. But you knew what was coming. Almost immediately you felt one of his hands leave you, only to return with a hard smack. You groaned at the feeling, your cunt clenching involuntarily. 

“I think fifteen swats for teasing is a fair number, don’t you agree, honey?” His voice was low and controlled and it sent a shiver down your spine. When you didn’t immediately answer, one of his hands tangled in your hair and yanked. “I asked you a question,” Roger growled. 

Whimpering, you said, “Yes, sir. Fifteen is fair.”

“Good girl.” He smoothed his hand through your hair. “Now what do you say?”

“Thank you, sir.”

He let out a small growl at your words, the first noise you’d heard from him all night. “Alright, honey. You’ve already got one. Start counting at two and if I can’t hear you or you miss one, we’ll start over. Understand?” Smoothing his hand down your spine, he brought his attention back to your ass, being careful to avoid your dripping folds. 

“Yes, sir.” 

You tried to steady your breathing as you waited for him to begin. As soon as his hand left you, though, your breath hitched. He hit with such a force, you knew you’d have trouble sitting tomorrow. 

“Two,” you managed to moan out, hoping it was intelligible enough. 

You went through the rest of them much the same way, though you had to stutter through some of them. He never gave you a chance to catch your breath. In fact, he was stoically silent behind you. Maybe you had taken your teasing too far.

On the last hit, you clenched once again, crying out the final number. Roger finally gave you a soothing touch, gently rubbing over your red ass. “Shh, honey. You did so well. You were such a good girl.”

Roger slowly helped you turn around to lay on your back. His soft face appeared in your vision for the first time since your punishment started. You hadn’t noticed the tears in your eyes until he was wiping them away. You closed your eyes, savoring his gentle touch. You were so focused on calming down that you didn’t feel Roger moving around on the bed. It was the feeling of soft fabric wrapping around your wrists that brought you back to reality.

Roger had maneuvered your arms above your head and secured you to the headboard. “Wha… Roger what are--”

“Hush, honey. Your punishment’s not over,” he said. He leaned over you, taking your face in his hand. “The spanking was for the teasing. This,” he said, tugging on your restraints, “is for trying to give away what’s mine.”

You were so confused. You didn’t know what he meant, but before you could say anything he crashed his lips to yours and all thoughts left you. The heat that had subsided in your little interlude came rushing back as you kissed Roger with all you had. 

He broke away to latch onto your neck, taking time to suck a trail of marks all the way down to your collarbone. But he didn’t stop there. He went farther down to your breasts, taking one in his mouth while his hand pinched the other. You arched your back and let out a loud groan. The restraints held your arms back, keeping you from running your hands through his hair. 

When he sufficiently marked up your breast to his liking, he switched to the other one. Swirling his tongue around your bud, Roger kept going until you were an intelligible mess of noises. He finally popped off but moved again, even lower down your body.

He easily forced your legs open, getting comfortable between them. You could feel his breath at your folds but he didn’t do anything. You started to squirm a little, wanting him to do something - anything. Just when you lift your hips off the bed, his arm came up and slammed down across your pelvis. 

“Good girls know how to be patient, honey. They also know how to keep still. I thought you were a good girl?” Roger asked. You lifted your head enough to look at him between your legs. His smile was condescending as he waited for your answer.

You wanted to argue, but you’ve been teased all night. So you threw your head back and said, “I am, sir. I’ll be good.”

His hand rubbed your inner thigh, making your muscles quiver. “I know you will, honey. I’ll make sure of it.” The last part was breathed against your folds, but this time Roger surged forward and molded his mouth to your clit.

You moaned loudly as he alternated sucking on your clit and plunging his tongue into you. The obscene noises of him lapping up your juices for all they were worth only turned you on even more. 

“Please! Roger, sir, don’t stop!” You could feel the pressure coil quickly inside at his ministrations. All you needed was one more good pull of his tongue.

Suddenly he pulled away and you cried out, desperate for him to come back. You tried to buck your hips but his arm still held you down to the bed. His mouth moved to your thighs, giving them sloppy kisses and little nips.

“Rog… sir, please,” you begged. You could feel the heat slowly start to die out of you as he ignored your pleas.

Just when you thought he was going to leave you there without cumming at all, his mouth trailed back up your thigh and latched onto your mound once again. You closed your eyes and thrashed your head between your arms when he dove two of his fingers inside you. They fucked into you alongside his tongue, quickly reigniting the pressure from before. Roger moaned into your cunt, sending sweet vibrations through you.

You were about to fall over, you could practically taste it, when Roger pulled away again, denying you your release. A whine escaped your throat as you threw your head back. You were so desperate. You needed to cum. 

Roger climbed up your body and you cracked your eyes open to look at him. “What’s the matter, honey? Losing patience?” He mocked and you finally realized your second punishment. Roger was going to edge you, who knew how many times. And you would have to lie there and take it, because the restraints kept you tied to the bed. 

His smile was vicious as he took in your tear stained cheeks and pleading eyes. “N-no, sir,” you said, “thank you for helping me practice my patience.” You gave into Roger’s game, hoping he’d show a little mercy on you.

Your words wiped the smile from his face, though, and you were worried you said the wrong thing. You watched as he closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. “God, (Y/N). You’re too good for me.” He opened his eyes back up. They were bright with something you couldn’t quite place. “You’ve still gotta take you punishment though, honey. But if you get through it without complaining, I’ll take good care of you.” 

You nodded eagerly. You could be good. 

Roger’s hand came up, caressing your neck where he left his bruises. You closed your eyes, preparing for when he was ready to go again. It didn’t take long for his sweet motions to stop. Before you knew it, he was back between your legs, mouth attached to your cunt and fingers moving swiftly inside you.

He brought you to the edge twice more before denying you release. Each time you could feel the tension getting better and better. The promise of an earth shattering orgasm. You took his torture as best you could, but without any complaints. Just like he asked.

By the fifth time he built you up, you were a moaning mess. Your folds felt drenched for all that Roger had lapped up. Your arms were stiff from staying in the same position and your leg muscles were quivering. Roger’s tongue and fingers kept working you, even as you neared closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you were anticipating Roger pulling away, he latched onto your clit. The pressure became too much and your orgasm started crashing into you. Before you could ride it out, Roger pulled his mouth away quickly, fingers moving to spread your legs even farther apart, denying you any kind of friction.

You could feel your walls clenching around nothing but the high faded from your mind. You whined, feeling the frustration left behind by your ruined orgasm. Roger was murmuring to you, though you couldn’t quite process what he was saying. You were too focused on keeping your mouth shut so as not to beg him to let you cum.

After a moment, you felt the binds around your wrists slacken as Roger released you from them. You opened your eyes to find him hovering above with pure adoration. He slowly brought your hands down to your sides, mindful of their stiffness. He kissed each of your wrists before kissing you softly. Despite the frustration, you sighed into his mouth.

“You did so well, honey. So good,” Roger mumbled against your lips. “Almost done.” Wait, what? You looked at Roger who gave you a smirk, though it didn’t have the bite it did earlier in the night. “Don’t worry, honey. Just need to make sure you know the lesson. So… why were you spanked?” He asked.

“Be-because I teased you all week.” 

“Good. And why did I ruin your orgasm?” 

You paused. “Because I flirted with another guy?”

“And why was that bad?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“...Because I belong to you.” Even as the words left your mouth, you could feel the pulsing bite of all the marks he left across your body. Down your neck, across your collarbone, your breasts, legs, hips. Everywhere. He claimed every part of you.

“Good girl, I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well,” Roger said, moving to press down on you fully for the first time that night. You both groaned when Roger’s cock rubs against your folds. He was rock hard against you. Suddenly, the frustration from earlier comes crashing back, and you’re desperate for more.

“Roger,” you breathed, bringing him down for another kiss. You tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands and earning a groan in response. He rutted against you, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

“Ready, honey?” He asked.

“God, yes. Rog, please.”

He gripped his cock, guiding it to your entrance. Slipping the tip in, he groaned before grabbing your hip and pushing all the way in. You threw your head back and moaned, finally feeling full after days without him.

He didn’t give you long to adjust, not that you needed it. He almost pulled all the way out before plunging back in, making you cry out. His pace was unrelenting but everything you were looking for.

Roger grabbed one of your hands from his hair, lacing your fingers together. He laid them beside your head as he went to devour your neck once more. The harder he bit, the more you pulled his hair and the sharper his thrusts became.

“Christ, (Y/N),” he growled, “you’re bloody perfect… taking me so well… like a vice, honey.” He filled your head with such dirty words, each one making you stutter out another moan.

“Rog, please…” You were close, you could feel it. All the teasing tonight made you so sensitive. Roger broke away from your neck to hold your gaze.

“You’re mine, (Y/N).” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust. “Come for me, honey,” he said, moving his hand from your hip to your clit, circling it with precise movements.

Your back arched off the bed, pushing Roger deeper into you. The last thing you saw before your orgasm crashed over you was Roger’s clear blue eyes, piercing you with a look filled with so much love and possessiveness. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, riding out the waves of pleasure, clenching around Roger still pounding into you. His movements never faltered, even when your high subsided. You’re a little sensitive, but you wanted to help him through to his release.

Still panting, you sporadically clenched around him earning soft moans from him. His movements started to send sweet sensations through you. It only took another few thrusts before Roger was squeezing your hand tightly, releasing inside you. 

You milked him as best you could to help him ride out his high. Cupping his face with your free hand, you stroked his cheek as he came down. He barely pulled out of you, making you wince at the sensation, before collapsing beside you on the bed. 

He brought you to his chest and you nuzzled into him as you felt his breathing calm down. His hand was rubbing soothingly across your back.

“By the way, honey.” Roger’s voice broke the silence.

“Hmm?”

“You might be mine…but I’m also yours.” You felt the burn of his bites and the cum still dripping out of your entrance as he snuggled you closer to his chest. 

You couldn’t agree more.

#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x you #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x y/n #Queen #fanfiction

[fireflythecinnamonjollyrancher]

it’s time for ~a year in review~

JANUARY

ya bitch went to paris and became like good, like REALLY good friends with my current roommates!!! we got to see some really beautiful sights, do some STRANGE things like watch a french indie movie and get fucked up at a french gay party club in the basement of our hostel. i apparently shaved my head again (per the use lets be real)

FEBRUARY

accidentally started my Com capstone like a total moron but took it like a mf champ. got to party at a friends place and watch all of “dont hug me im scared”. made a friend try a grap for the first time (he was a sophomore in college). studied a lot with kelli -- and by studying i mean we mostly bullied each other. WENT TO SEE WATSKY with a super dope friend (sad we fell out of touch but she’s living her best life and im happy for her). also like got to meet george watsky uhm WHAT wild. bullied my college in the snow and also manically shoveled the walk. was a bootlicker for the college and dressed in a taco suit

MARCH

WOOF i got pretty fucked up for capstones cast party and this is where the beginning of the end was for some of my friendships. however, other friendships were being built so im grateful for that. ran lights for a really awesome slam poet. FOUND THE KEY THAT WAS MISSING FROM THE THEATRE (turns out it was Sab whoops). spent a lot of time with someone who is no longer a friend -- her choice, certainly not mine. went home for spring break and took so many pictures of my cat. got selected as stage manager for comedy of errors which was a nightmare of a production but certainly not the worst.

APRIL

became a vegetarian!!!! joined/started the flat earth cult because of comedy. helped randi film her weird videos, which was so much fun! the bat came back to the theatre and Basil and I both saw them. comedy of errors opened and it was intense and i really hated every second. ranted about being in a scene for directing, which means i’d been in it for a second. that shit sucked bros oh my god????? he was never on time, he was so disorganized and didn’t understand his own character. organized a dinner for the cast because they had missed a campus dinner for the show. celebrated my best friends birthday!!!! “I can read!” was on the news with two others for comedy. also presented my capstone research for academic showcase day (i still can’t believe people listened to me rant about birth order)

MAY

more videos! this one was zak bagel bites with again my best friends. was elected president for APO and i couldn’t be more grateful. did a research proposal with a friend and i cannot BELIEVE we’re still friends after it because we really could have killed each other. physically fought the MONSTER that is jess (didn’t actually, really should have). helped two friends fall in love on accident/purpose. was elected as KPY president (damn) and forcibly elected as parliamentarian for LPH. ended my junior year. started work immediately after going home for my dad. mostly answered phones, worked 7:30-5 every day for the whole summer yikes. managed to pass junior year with a 4.0!!!

JUNE

 learned a lil how to quote and did NOT enjoy it. went to PRIDE with my wife and bought my first ace flag. it was actually petrifying to buy and wear, but i have one now which is awesome. holy shit got my first tattoo!!! it has faded a bit now but still looked awesome. it was the beginning of an addiction. picked up an internship at my old theatre company and... deeply regretted it as it pushed my 12 hour days to almost 18 hours. literally fell in love with the music director. 

JULY

a random woman complimented me??? so that was fun. watched after my old band directors kids (they were a nightmare i literally never want kids). got to hike and do all that fun stuff. went to the local county fair

AUGUST

my mom admitted to loving brooke more than me on her birthday (fair). got a card from my office team to celebrate my 21st a lil early. went back for SENIOR YEAR BOYS. got drunk at an old friends place. did marching band. moved in with two of my BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. took improv with friends which was lit. we even did a whole performance. met a new friend! my other roommate brought in a new kitten (which became a whole thing holy shit). used school sanctioned ipads to dick around. shaved my head againnnn. was sober at a party (woof why). got the drunkest i have ever been and puked everywhere and passed out on the stairs. have not ever reached that level again. also cracked my phone. fully assumed position as president of two clubs. started rhetoric (yucky) and theatre and diversity (also ick but for different reasons)

SEPTEMBER

became NOT sober literally the next day nice. started the MASH group i think??? which is like the only thing im proud of. it was around here. had to pick up a friend whos car broke down. went to pride in a local town with friends!!! that was fun. turned 21!! couldn’t celebrate bc school and stage management, but my two roommates still made sure i had a good time. marching band boys! we did a LONG ASS parade with my cute lil section. did mixers for KPY and APO! had our first football game. held a band rehearsal in the dark because the lights didn’t work which was funny and SO weird. walked to the trains with some really awesome friends. broke into the cemetery and stole a traffic cone and put it on a statue on campus bc mania. went to a friends musical career takeoff and ran her merch table bc the person who was supposed to run it showed up almost an hour late. someone showed up at the lib while i was closing with a friend asking for a place to stay. i hope hes good now. tried omegle again for whatever reason. tried to go to a local diner and was DENIED bc they went from 24 hours to closing at 10pm so i had a mental breakdown in my car at 2am in a McDonalds parking lot. FINALLY got to celebrate my birthday and go to the bars!!! well bar singular. but had a really good time even if those people aren’t really my friends any more

OCTOBER

homecoming boysssss!!!! also ace pride. worked the WORST thing I have ever had to operate in the chapel but the people were nice about it so i was kinda okay. also got to be a part of the dopest percussion show and ran lights and sound for it. rhetoric ended thank christ and i never want to talk about anti-war messages in MASH ever again. finally learned that my best friend has a partner and was ECSTATIC. worked a haunted house which literally sucked so hard but we made bank on it so im okay with it. were robbed (i still have suspicions who did it but ill keep my mouth shut). dressed up as a newsie for halloween, and my roommates and i all took pictures which was awesome. started my internship and movement and stage

NOVEMBER

LAST FOOTBALL GAME got drunk too often probably lol. got an impulse tattoo with my roommates. went to a soccer game. went to the trains drunk and also olive garden. did trauma training so i got to act hysterical (act?). did some KPY bonding. had a hella long saturday with a concert and everything. shot my shot and MISSED. did greek thanksgiving. played DD for someones birthday bc expired license. got my NEW license. had a horrible time driving to and from thanksgiving break. got to hang with my WIFE

DECEMBER

made it home somehow?? did box office for the children’s show as well as publicity which was a lot of work tbh. went on a double date with my roommates and their partner. did the filming for the college christmas card. had an awesome party at our place and i regret nothing. celebrated the moving out of our 4th roommate. worked my last gig at the museum. managed to scrape by again with a 4.0. threw a great party at my place for like 5 days straight (jesus christ). did a horrible puzzle. tried an edible (suffered for it). hiked in the mountains a lil. caught up with high school friends by drinking which was AWESOME. saw Frozen 2. went out with my fam bam. had a great christmas. also threw a new years party (what??? that just got over) and felt like a pretty good hostess (i just provided alcohol lol but it worked) and got to catch up with some great great awesome friends and keep people safe and off the roads for new years. 

all in all a damn good year. its crazy how quickly things change, but im grateful for the place that i am in. can’t wait to graduate this year and see what happens next!!!

#firefly talks #we're already planning a mash party boys #its gonna be a great last semester i cant wait

[lunoki]

BFU, Conspiracy Theories, Antisemitism, and You

I reblogged a post the other day criticizing the antisemitic shit that is largely the structure behind a lot of conspiracy theories, and threw in my own thoughts about how that shit sucks, and we’d probably be better served if more time was spent unpacking that. The OP referenced the latest Buzzfeed Unsolved Network video regarding this issue.

I stand by everything I said, but something about the whole thing has been bothering me, and I’m dissecting it largely for my own peace of mind, for lack of a better term. I guess you could call this my own Post Mortem. For anyone reading this, I’d like to point out that I am not Jewish, and anyone can feel free to correct my stupid goy ass if I’m off the mark somewhere. Three days ago the Buzzfeed Unsolved Network uploaded a video featuring self proclaimed conspiracy enthusiast Matt Real called We Explain The New World Order Conspiracy Theory, a 7 minute filler episode while we wait for the True Crime season. The preview image is a very click-baity image of the The Eye of Providence on the back of the US one dollar bill, and SECRET GOVERNMENT in scary font.

Which, like probably a lot of people, made my eyes roll out of their sockets. As I mentioned, a lot of conspiracy theories about secret governments, and the New World Order in particular, are built on the back of plain old antisemitism. So my initial reaction to it was awkward discomfort. But actually watching the vid left me with some questions.

The video’s explanation for the NWO was an extremely brief, “it’s a conspiracy about a secret group who want to control the world, usually blamed on the Freemasons, Illuminati, and aliens.” At the beginning of the discussion there’s a short disclaimer about how many of the theories regarding the NWO are in fact based in antisemitism.

It’s a one minute introduction into the basic idea of the NWO which boils down to “a lot of times one group of people wanna control the world, ie colonialism.”

The last five minutes go into talking about how fucking weird the Denver Airport is. And the Denver Airport is famously real fuckin weird. It’s the 20th busiest airport in the US, but the 2nd largest airport behind the Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport, and how there’s a $2billion 5 story bunker underneath it, and what’s up with that? That’s it for the number crunching, and then the video gets into the bizarre artwork found in the Denver airport, such as

A Masonic capstone crediting the New World Order Commision with helping fund the airport

The strangely unsettling murals on the 5th level of the Jeppesen Terminal that depicts, among other things

This nazi lookin soldier

And a letter from a 14 year old boy who died in Auschwitz.

The Denver Airport also has, perhaps most conspicuously, a 32 foot tall Satan Horse nicknamed Blucifer, which ended up killing its own sculptor in some kind of freak accident.

The video goes on to say that some people think the layout of the airport looks like a swastika, and how President Barack Obama happened to be in Denver in 2011 when the supposed “doomsday” comet Elenin could have possibly hit earth, suggesting a hint as to why that five story bunker is under the airport.

But Why Tho?

The video’s argument against the Denver Airport being involved with the NWO is the deliberate flaunting of its weirdness. Real points out that the Fly Denver website makes jokes about the Illuminati and lizard people, which is pretty Yikes™ on the airport’s part.

The video concludes how muddled and absurd the NWO/Denver conspiracy is, and kind of where my confusion starts.

But Why Tho, Part 2?

For a video proclaiming to explain the New World Order, it spends most of its runtime on how fucking weird the Denver airport is, as I mentioned above. Maybe “New World Order Conspiracy Theory” is more click baity than “What’s Up With That Airport?”

Watching it a couple times, I have to say that through my admittedly goyish perspective, there doesn’t seem to be anything in the video that’s inherently antisemitic. The antisemitism comes into play more with the Fly Denver website’s cringe as fuck lizard people shit.

The fact that the video was primarily about the Denver Airport rather than the NWO or government conspiracies left me wondering if this was going to be a continued series, or if it just caps off there.

Matt Real has been featured on the Buzzfeed Unsolved Network before, usually talking about aliens, particularly Investigating The Internet’s Plan To Storm Area 51, which starts with the same intro as the NWO vid. It hasn’t been explicitly stated, but it appears that Real’s videos may become a regular feature in between seasons of Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural and True Crime, possibly because he seems to induce the least amount of rage that Ryan and Shane aren’t there.

As I’m unpacking all this, I suspect that the NWO vid is a one off episode about conspiracy theories in general. There are several other filler vids between seasons, featuring different topics and different folks. Real’s vids stand out for their unifying theme. It might help to differentiate with a catchy title, like, idk, Matt’s REAL OR UNREAL Conspiracies or something. 

If Real’s conspiracy videos are going to become a regular feature, the possibility of stepping in some gross ass antisemitism will be a precarious tightrope they’ll have to walk, especially considering the reaction to this latest upload. It’s important to be aware of antisemitic dog whistles packaged in the dazzleflauge of shit like shape shifting lizard people, or any other kind of bullshit that sounds like incomprehensible gibbering madness on the surface. In my opinion that literally no one asked for, I think it would behoove the Buzzfeed Unsolved Network to take the initiative in seriously breaking down how much of our conspiracy theories ride on the back of antisemitism. I don’t think it’s a topic that can be capped off in a single disclaimer, and needs to be a continuing and honest discussion in good faith on the part of both the network and the audience.

#Buzzfeed #Buzzfeed Unsolved #Buzzfeed Unsolved Network #antisemitism #New World Order #seriously tho what's up with that airport?