#dogs don't need good looks they're pure already

[sidetongue]

rude that he's so pretty

#dogs don't need good looks they're pure already #why could he not have given me the prettiness #harold #dogs

[czrpenters]

jealous | jenna ortega x reader

summary: jenna ortega was definetly the jealous type.

warnings: just some filthy smut, jenna is g!p. vaginal sex and creampie. top!jenna & bottom!reader. english is not my first language.

pairings: jenna ortega x fem!reader.

word count: 1.5k words.

masterlist | request rules.

Jenna wasn't the one to get jealous very often. She was confident. She was an amazing partner and she knew it. That was until she met you.

You and Jenna have been dating for a while, so you could say you knew her pretty well by now, you knew she wasn't the jealous type. Except that, she was. She just didn't showed that side to you yet.

She hated it. She hated when you posted a picture on Instagram and got tons of comments about your appearance. Or when you wore some tight little skirts when you went out with your girlfriends. It was torture to her, an obnoxious feeling that she tried desperately to get rid of, day after day. But it was under control, she assumed. So, she wasn't going to tell you. She didn't need to. That was, until today. You guys decided to go to some club in Los Angeles just to take your mind off of work, Jenna was working like a dog lately, and things weren't easy for yourself as well. Jenna didn't liked the size of the dress that you were wearing, first of all, but she stayed quiet and left with you without saying a word about that. It's under control, she said to herself.

You both finally got there, and it was crowded with people dancing and drinking. It was a club frequented mostly amongst celebrities so the fans wouldn't be a problem today. The sea of people that you had to walk through was fucking huge, but nothing you couldn't handle. Jenna was holding your hand tight, noticing all of the people that were looking at her girlfriend like she was a piece of meat. Assholes, she thought.

"What do you want, baby?" You asked her, close to her ear so she could listen better. It sent chills down her spine feeling your hot breath against her ear. "Uh, just some gin and tonic will be nice."

You ordered the drinks, focusing more on the bartender making them out of pure curiosity, while Jenna was alert like an eagle, trying to murder everyone that were looking at you with her bare eyes. "I don't like this."

"Like what, baby?" You looked at her, smiling lightly.

"These people, they're literally eating you alive with their eyes. It's making me fucking insane." She huffed, holding you tight by your waist, making you laugh.

"So someone here is jealous?" It was an absurd thing to think about. You were completely hers. Physically, emotionally, sexually. You never belonged so much to somebody before. "That's ridiculous, baby."

"It's so not ridiculous, (Y/N). It pisses the shit out of me. I wish you were wearing a freaking nun outfit or something." Seeing her like this was funny and hot at the same time, and you couldn't help but enjoy teasing her. Your drinks finally were ready, so you took a big gulp of your martini and held her hand.

"Now that you mentioned, I kinda noticed... I think I do look good in this dress, right?" You teased her a little, adjusting your outfit while looking around, noticing all of the stares. From guys, girls, and anything in between. "Maybe I should wear it more often, right?"

"No, you shouldn't." She said seriously, with a very angry expression on her face. "People are already seeing too much of you."

"Really? I don't think so. Perhaps if I do this..." You grabbed the hem of the dress and purposefully pulled it up, making Jenna take a deep breath and count to three in her head.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, (Y/N)?"

"Nothing, yet." You loved teasing her, but seeing her like this was something new to you. So, it was a surprise when she grabbed your hand tightly and started walking towards the bathroom, in a rush. You didn't complaint, just followed her without saying a single word.

The bathroom was pretty empty, for some reason, but she wouldn't stop doing what she wanted to do even if it was crowded. She stormed inside a bathroom stall with you, and without even saying anything, she grabbed your waist tightly and turned you around. Your face was facing the bathroom stall's wall, your hands were touching it just for support. Before you could say anything, she put her hand over your mouth and slapped your ass so harshly that you knew it would leave a purple mark the next day. "Don't you fucking dare say anything, (Y/N)."

That was your cue to stay quiet, you thought. Jenna's hand pulled up your dress all the way up until your waist, while unbuttoning her own pants with her free palm. You felt her hardened cock brush against your ass almost immediately, and that feeling made you let out a loud moan. Not loud enough that someone outside could hear it, but Jenna did. And she loved it.

She slapped your ass again, merciless, wanting to you look at it tomorrow and remember that making her jealous was not an option anymore. "Baby..."

"What did I fucking say?" She spoke harshly by the tip of your ear, making your skin erupt in goosebumps. "God, you're so fucking lucky that I didn't thrusted my cock into you yet."

Oh my god, you thought. You loved when Jenna talked dirty. It was something that you, and only you, could experience. And you felt so lucky for that. Jenna moved your panties aside, and without further ado, did what she desperately wanted to do. You felt her cock inside of you all at once, and that feeling made you moan like an actress right out of a porno movie. God, she didn't even gave you time to adjust?

Jenna was big. Not too huge, nor too small. She was the perfect size. But the best thing about her was that she was so fucking thick. It made you feel like your pussy was torn apart everytime she fucked you. "Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well... You're such a whore, aren't you? It's like your pussy was made only for me, right? Jesus, (Y/N.)..."

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence at the moment, not even think straight. She was thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. It was so deep, so good and so damn right. "F-Fuck baby, it feels so good..."

"You like it, don't you?" You could hear her smiling through her words. She could be so fucking horny when she was in the mood. Again, she slapped your ass harshly, making you cry out in pain. "I bet none of these motherfuckers outside could fuck you like that, right? They wouldn't even make you cum properly, baby..." She pulled your hair strongly, holding your hips with her other hand while thrusting her dick into you as if her life depended on it. "B-Baby, slow down..."

You mumbled, not even being able to think at that moment. It made her laugh, and pull your hair harder. "Oh baby, you decided to tease me back there, am I right? Now take my cock like the good little whore you are. I don't wanna hear any complaints."

Your pussy was throbbing; when you said that her cock almost ripped you apart, you were not kidding. That pain was so fucking good and you wanted to feel her inside of you every freaking day. Her hand that was once in your hips, went down to your clit and started making circular harsh movements on that bundle of nerves. It made you moan like a whore, and that was, undoubtedly, her favourite sound in the whole world. "Fuck, Jenna! I'm so fucking close..."

"You are, baby? You wanna cum all over my cock like the bitch you are?" She whispered in your ear, getting you closer and closer to the edge each second it passed. The way she was fucking you could be easily seen in a hardcore porn movie, and you knew that she was enjoying every second of it.

"Fuck baby, yes..." You rolled your hips into her cock, making it throb inside of you. She was close too, you thought. "Cum inside of me baby, please..."

"Oh, now you're pleading? You never cease to amaze me, baby. Just when I thought you couldn't be more shameless..." She laughed, ironically. "And now you want me to fill you up with my cum, yeah?"

She had such a filthy mouth, and that drove you to the fucking edge. You came harshly, getting her cock covered with all of your juices. That was enough for her to shoot her thick cum inside of you, moaning your name loudly while she thrusted by pure reflex inside of you.

You were breathing heavily, your legs were barely holding up your own weight and your whole body was sweating. Jenna was holding you tight, making sure you wouldn't fall, while kissing your back and your shoulders. "Shit, baby... What was that about?"

"Don't you ever tease me again, are we clear?"

"Fuck yes, baby."

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#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Christmas Family Swap

Christmas is supposed to be the time of year where you celebrate joy with your family and loved ones. But everyone has that one family member no one looks forward to seeing, and I’m no different. For me that person would be my grandpa. He'd always been a really cranky guy who, I swear, could find something to complain about on literally any topic. I don't know why he even comes over for the holidays in the first place. Maybe he's just lonely? At least my siblings are coming home. They're all older than me and left for college years ago. Sometimes I felt like I was behind everyone just because I was the youngest, but they always tell me to enjoy being young while it lasted. At least I still had my dog, Lucy, to keep me company. 

“Shoot. Ferris, we forgot to buy your grandpa a present,” my mom mentioned while preparing dinner for Christmas Eve.

“Does it matter? He's not gonna like anything anyway.”

“Yes I know. But it's Christmas. The time of year where you need to treat even those you dislike well. Could you quickly go to that gift shop and buy some cheap ornament?”

“Mom, it's Christmas Eve! Half these places are closed or closing soon.” She looked up a store on her phone and showed me that it closed at 5. It was 4:38.

“There's that one hallmark store within walking distance still open. You can make it in time! I just don't want to cause a scene.” I wanted to take the car, but it would take too long to shovel all the snow, so I walked. The store wasn't that far by foot, but it was still an awful time in the freezing cold. When I arrived, there was a single employee at the counter - an old lady with a messy bun. She greeted me and asked what I needed.

“I have just the thing.” She walked over to the shelf and showed me a little Santa ornament that was wearing a galaxy pattern suit instead of the regular red. It was actually a pretty good gift because my grandpa loved outer space, not to mention he kinda looked like Santa anyway, just without the beard.

“This is perfect.”

“Then why do you look sad?” Her response caught me by surprise. “What do you mean?”

“I can tell something’s wrong. It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!”

“That's probably easy for others. But for me, Christmas means family time and I don't exactly like someone in my family.

“That's a shame. You're lucky to have a family at least.” She looked down at the floor sadly. It was clear what she meant by that.

“But since you still have people in your life I'd like to help you with your problem. Could I have that ornament back please?” I assumed she was about to check me out so I started reaching for my wallet, when she walked into the backroom with the present instead. As soon as the door closed, the power suddenly went out and I was in pure darkness until there was a weird purple glow coming from the door. All of this only lasted about 10 seconds and the power came back on as if nothing happened. Did I just imagine that whole thing? It was weird. The woman walked back out with a big smile on her face.

“Did the power go out or something? And what happened in there?”

“Oh nothing,” she said with a grin. “Merry Christmas!”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas. I guess.” She checked me out and I was on my way back home.

When I arrived, my siblings were already there, as well as my grandpa.

“Hey! It's Ferris!” said my oldest brother Calvin. He had definitely gained a lot of weight since I last saw him, even though he was an athlete in college. Looks like he still refused to shave the messy beard he started last year. My older sibling Sam grinned at me. They looked exactly as they always did - expressing their love of anime with a nerdy t-shirt and wearing ear gauges that have gotten bigger since the last time I saw them. My sister Em walked up to hug me. She was always the one I was closest with, since she was only 2 years older than me.

“I got a present for Grandpa.” He suddenly looked at me, and then to the bag I was holding.

“It's about time you buy me something! Lemme see.”

“Well not until Christmas.” Despite living to see many Christmases, Grandpa was still an extremely impatient person. He'd actually opened up his Christmas presents early before because he just couldn't stand the wait. This was my first time buying one myself for him (even though it was really just my mom sending me) so I guess he was beyond curious.

“Come on. It's basically Christmas anyway.” He got his large ass out of the seat and approached me. He was wearing a tucked in blue plaid shirt that covered the gut hanging over his pants. He stumbled over to me until we were face to face. I could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath, almost making my eyes water.

“Boy, give me the gift.”

“Dad, just wait until Christmas. You're gonna spoil the surprise.” My mom thankfully defended me and started walking over.

“Fine, but I-” He faked content and snatched the bag from me.

“Dad! Enough!” My mom shouted but it was too late. He had taken the ornament out of the bag, but clumsily dropped it. It shattered all over the floor before he even had a chance to react.

“Oh man.” Sam gulped.

“Now look at what you've done! You ruined my present!” Grandpa yelled in my face.

“Dad! Dad! Calm down. I think you need to go to bed now.”

“Fine! But only because your idiot son ruined my Christmas!” My mom escorted him to the guest room and Em picked up a broom. We both swept together as my mom walked back into the kitchen.

“Could he possibly be more…you know…” I started.

“Horrible? Pathetic?” Calvin added.

“Gross? Nasty?” Sam added.

“Your grandfather is just lonely really. His parents - my grandparents - let him do whatever he wanted. He's a real spoiled man. But I don't think there's any changing him now so let's just endure the day tomorrow and you won't have to see him for a while. Got it?”

“Fine.” The rest of the night was much better and I had a great time with my family. Calvin scarfed down the food so fast he almost choked, Em told me all about what college was like, Sam bragged about his new gauges, and Lucy practically flew under the table as soon as my mom dropped a piece of ham.

When it was time for bed, my siblings got settled into their rooms - Calvin and Sam sharing the same bedroom they did growing up, and Em sleeping in the basement because her old room was turned into an office. I looked at the Christmas tree glimmering with lights and decorations, excited to see what the presents underneath it would look like in the morning. It's a shame that Grandpa's present broke and we had to throw it away, but I guess he got what he deserved for being such a dick. I headed into my bed, where Lucy was already snuggled up in, and nestled up under the covers.

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of shouting, which was unfitting for what was supposed to be a peaceful Christmas morning. It was coming from the room next to me and sounded like my brothers, which was weird because my room was across the hall from them. But it sounded so close. I started getting up, to see what was going on, but when I looked around, I realized I actually was in the guest room

How did I get in here? I gazed down to find my stomach seemed swollen in my white tank top. I lifted it up and to my horror, I realized my slim chest was replaced with a flabby belly! How did I get so fat? I know I ate alot last night but this was ridiculous! The gut flopped out, to a bit over my waist. It felt weird knowing a part of my body was just hanging there. I noticed a bit of chest hair, which was foreign to me, but when I noticed they were gray hairs, it finally hit me. I was a fat old guy in the guest room. I somehow switched bodies with my grandpa!

I heard the voices leave the room so I stumbled over to the door, not quite used to the shift in weight compared to my old twink body, and was about to put my hand on the doorknob when I saw someone looking at me in the mirror. I turned my head to find that it was my grandpa…I mean me…staring back.

I really did look disgusting, not just because of my looks, but because I now had the face of an impatient jerk. I tried doing different facial expressions; it looked weird because I rarely had ever seen my grandpa smile at all. I noticed that I couldn't see my own dick past the belly, not that I would want to. It was probably all wrinkly and gross! What was I going to do? I opened the door to find Calvin walking to the living room. He looked pretty concerned, which was unusual for the carefree personality he usually had.

“Hey uh..Grandpa?” Fuck. Looks like I'm not imagining it after all. I hated this. “Sorry for the noise, it's just that…”

“I'm not even gonna try to pretend.” I spoke, but my voice came out gravelly and deep. It scared me a little bit. “I'm Ferris, not Grandpa. I don't know how it happened! I just-”

“Shit! That's great! I mean not because you're Grandpa now. But because I'm not alone! I'm actually Sam.”

“Sam?” It was actually kinda funny, Sam and Calvin switching bodies. They were close but still completely different people. I couldn't contain my laughter and started giggling, even though it came out as my Grandpa's gruff wheezes.

“Oh sure. I'M the funny one when Mister-wheeze-a-lot can't laugh without sounding like he's dying.”

“Hey! Well Mister-” I stopped myself trying to continue the joke. “Wait, how does that work?”

“The gender is all up to the person. Sure the…” they stared down at the new extra pounds they now carried and shook their belly. “...expression might be different, at least at the moment, but I'm still me. BUT the idiot who looks like me doesn't seem to understand.” As if on cue, Calvin in Sam's body appeared, walking in a macho way, something that Sam would never do.

“Check it out Grandpa! I'm an enby!” Sam gave a huge facepalm.

“Calvin my sweet brother, We. Have. Been. Over. This.”

“Hey whatever. I think it's cool. My face feels so empty though. Maybe I'll start growing a bea-” Sam cut him off right there.

“If you go out there without a clean shaven face, I'm shaving YOUR beard.”

“God no please. It took me like a year to grow that!” Calvin pleaded.

“Hey hey, what about me?!” I interrupted their arguing.

“Oh yeah,” Sam started. “That's not Grandpa. It's Ferris.”

“Oh man Ferris. You're a fucking old dude now!” exclaimed Calvin. He then poked my new belly. “Welcome to the chub club! Well…” He glaced down at Sam's slim figure. “My membership is on hold for now.”

Just then we heard a scream coming from my mom's room. We quickly opened the door, already knowing what happened. We found my mom staring at the mirror with a look of pure horror on her face.

“It's ok Em, we're all body swapped too.” She seemed to calm down when she realized that she wasn't alone in all this.

“Weird case of Freaky Friday here. Especially with Em….and Mom,” added Calvin. Just then my mom, in Em's body, walked in to join in the confusion.

“Well this is awkward. Two of my kids in each other's bodies, my own son in my dad's and I'm in my own daughter's body. Could this Christmas get any crazier?”

“Where's Grandpa?”

“Probably still sleeping.”

We headed over to my room, expecting him to still be asleep, only to find him flexing in the mirror - in my body. I didn't actually have any real muscles, being a skinny twink, so he didn't really have anything to flex. That didn't stop him from admiring himself. When he noticed us, he walked over smiling. It was a creepy sight, not only to see my body move on its own, but also knowing it's my grandpa inside there smiling.

“Hello everyone. It's good to be young again!”

“Uh hey Grandpa.” He looked right at me. “No, no! Call me Boris! YOU'RE the grandpa now!”

I felt so humiliated. He was actually…cool…in my body! And I was just the fat old guy that nobody liked!

“Dad, we need to figure out what happened so you can become your old self again. Ok?”

“Hell no! I'm young again for the first time in years. No way I'm giving away this opportunity!”

“I got it!” Em suddenly exclaimed. We all turned around wondering what she meant. She showed us her phone - or rather my mom's phone.

“What?”

“How we all swapped bodies! That ornament that Ferris got! There's an ancient artifact that can take on different appearances. It says it's been known to cause mischief when broken.”

“What kind of ancient thing is meant to be broken? How has it lasted this long then?”

“That's the thing. Everytime it breaks, it finds a new place and takes on a new appearance. But it always takes on the appearance of an object that its next victim will need.”

“Shit. And that's why the present seemed perfect for Grandpa.”

“Hey! I got a much better gift than any of you!” cheered my grandpa as he flexed his arms once agaih.

“But…how do we find it again?”

“Y-you don't. Unless you want to search the whole world for something you don't even know what it looks like.”

There was a deafening silence after she spoke those words. We all realized the truth was that we would never return to our old bodies. I was stuck as an old man forever!

“Hey, it's not so bad,” my grandpa started, seemingly reading my mind. He leaned over and lifted up my shirt, exposing my gut, and slapped it. “The belly is pretty comfy after all. You'll love it.” Maybe he was right. I'm sure I could make the silver bear look work. As I thought about that, I noticed a bulge starting to form. Grandpa turned to look at everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas everyone!”

#strangemaleswaps #body swap #male body swap #male tf #weight gain

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 [Part 3]

Sometimes you just miss your chance. Sometimes you have to take it.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

Length: I did not count sue me I guess

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A/N: You can have early access to this and other selected fics on my Patreon!

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It's not uncommon for him not to see you much during his work. But today, especially considering how close you've gotten to him and how comfortable, it's weird to him that he doesnt see you at all.

"Jungkook.." Hana says, catching his attention as he mops the floor of the lunch area where all hybrids had just eaten a few minutes prior. "Do you have a moment?" she asks, voice soft and kind, though he's guarded, because he knows that soft-tune she puts on.

She's talking to him like she does to the other hybrids.

Something's up.

"Sure." he shrugs, putting the mop to the side before followong her to the side. "What's up? Did I do something?" he wonders, hands in his pockets while he leans against the wall behind him.

"I think you've already noticed that 268- the hybrid you've been spending time with.. She's not here." Hana says, and she doesn't need to say your name to make his eyes harden. Technically you don't have one after all, only your ID number he's able to recite back by pure instinct. He knows that she's talking about you. There's no one else she could mean.

"what about her?" he asks suspiciously, already irritated because deep down, he's got his fears. Maybe you've been adopted. Then he should be happy, right?

Except he isn't.

"She's been transferred..." Hana says, sighing before she crosses her arms in front of her, a clear sign she's going to try and justify that action while also blocking his for sure incoming anger. "...to a correctional facility in Daegu."

"What the fuck?!" he loudly barks out as soon as he hears that, visibly distressed. "Do you know what they fucking do to hybrids in these shitholes?" he demands to know, fists curled tightly as hed pushed himself off the wall vehind him, walking a step towards her. "She's gonna be even more traumatized in there, good fucking job!" he scoffs.

"please, a bit more quiet-" she tries as she notices some hybrids looking. "-she's gonna be fine. They're trained in cases like hers-"

"and if she doesnt comply she will just be sent to another, and another, and a-fucking-nother! Great solution, really!" he barks out, pulling the nametag from around his neck aggressively. "I'm done participating in this bullshit."

"Jungkook-" she tries, but he's already walking.

"I've got a week left of this work and I've not taken any days off." he says grimly, turning around with angry eyes. "I'm taking them now." He growls angrily, leaving the area to go grab his things- when a young man looks at him, then at his nametag Jungkook is taking off in frustration.

"Jeon Jungkook?" The man says, standing next to him dressed in all black, a facemask covering half of his face. He looks sketchy- and has caught Jungkook during the worst time possible.

"What!?" he snarls more or less, before a letter is pushed into his hand, catching him off guard.

"You're being summoned to court." the man says. Jungkook's blood runs cold at that.

"I've done the community service shit, what the hell?" he argues, but almost weakly so- because he knows he's powerless against the legal system. If they believe he needs further, worse punishment, then he'll have to take it.

"Oh they know, it's not about that." the guy says. "Or at least, not entirely. Read it at home. I think you'll be interested in showing up." the guy almost chuckles, cat-like eyes showing his amusement over the situation.

"..huh." Jungkook doesn't say anything else, turning around to go grab his bag.

"Ah, and Jungkook-ssi." the guy calls out, making the younger man roll his eyes as he turns around. "could you borrow me some of your clothes?"

"..the fuck?" he squints his eyes, unsure what this stranger wants with his clothes of all things. "Why would you want my stuff?" He asks, cringing a bit.

"I think anything that's got your scent on it would do. Just bring something when you visit." the man says, handing him a card, and a plastic.. ID, similar to the one he uses to wear at the center right here. "I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

The card is from the Hybrid Behavioral Therapy Center in Daegu, contact info and location address clearly written down beneath the logo. But it'sthe plastic ID card that makes hus eyes widen, because it clearly spells out;

'Special Clearance Pass: Potential owner for hybrid 268.'

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine

[woodandwaxwings]

Can I request yandere Peter Pan and the lost boys (poly) x male reader? It’s cool if not! (:

sure thing :) since most of the lost boys are really young children I decided to do headcannons for Peter and Felix individually cause I've had a lot going on these past two weeks emotionally so when I have more energy I'll do an actual oneshot for this ask

Warnings: Yandere obvi

Starting with peter, he'd be the type of yandere to make it very clear to his darling that they're his.

If you came to the island with a friend, yeah, they're dead.

nobody can go near you, but the longer you stay on the island the more he'll trust you. But trusting you doesn't matter because it's the lost boys who are eternally stuck in puberty that he doesn't trust.

HATES physical affection but will not hesitate to fully make out in front of a lost boy so they'll leave you alone

he's chill(er) with you hanging out with the younger lost boys between like 6-12 after that it's free target practice.

after about a month he gets more comfortable with Felix being around you, but not without ripping his heart out and threatening him first.

says ily before you even start dating

if you choose to go the monogamous route and Felix isn't attracted to you, then you'd end up hanging out with the blonde more than the man who set his eyes on you, but that'll be purely bc with Felix you can talk to the other lost boys without worrying he'll snitch.

and boy does that piss peter off. you're supposed to be HIS so what are you doing spending more time with the second in command than the man who took you in?

are you not grateful for his protection and undying love? of course, over time you are but he needs to ensure he's gotten his message across.

so like any good boyfriend you didn't agree to date, he stabs his competition and leaves him on the beach to die. Of course, the other lost boys saved him but now you understood.

you understood that no one would go as far for you as him. nobody can be trusted but him.

if you go the poly route he's 10x more defensive not just of you but of Felix. It took a lot of effort to share you and he's not going to spread his feelings further.

At first, it started out as a competition, you obviously fell for Felix first considering he's better at masking his psychopathy compared to Peter

It took some time but Felix convinced you to give pan a chance.

happiest day of his life

he's down bad I'm telling you

leaves hickeys to mark his territory. doesn't matter if he was prompted or not he'll just come up to you, loop his arms around your waist and get to work

despite being over a century younger than Peter I believe Felix is 110 times better at hiding his obsession

once you realized that Felix was equally as crazy as Pan you were already in too deep

big spoon so you don't run away

he enjoys pissing you off a bit too much

very much a passive yandere

unlike pan it'll take a bit of provoking for him to act out, whereas pan if you look at him the wrong way he'll gut you

will not let you leave his side EVER

loves playing with your hair. he's sitting on a long combing his fingers through your hair in front of the fire while he glares at Peter ogling his darling, this happens quite frequently

I think Felix leaves bite marks rather than hickeys, like, 'he let me do this to him and you think you can lay a hand on him? nah'

loves physical contact and Holding hands is a must.

irl guard dog

#ouat peter pan #peter pan #peter pan ouat #felix ouat #ouat #ouat felix #yandere peter pan #yandere felix #yandere x y/n #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #tw yandere #male y/n #x male reader #male reader #m/n #x reader #peter pan x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly yandere #yandere x male darling

[veliseraptor]

just thinking about the "xue yang never cared about xiao xingchen he doesn't have real feelings and just thinks of him as a toy" take again and @ameliarating pointed something out to me namely:

Xue Yang broke into peals of laughter. "Wei-qianbei, you're merciless!"

"Fine, laugh. Even if you laugh yourself to death, Xiao Xingchen's soul will still be too broken to put back together. He found you repulsive, yet you still insist on dragging him back so that you can play games with him."

Abruptly, Xue Yang swung from laughter into rage. "Who wants to play games?!"

"Then why did you kneel in front of me and beg me to fix his soul for you?"

Of course, someone as clever as Xue Yang must have been aware that Wei Wuxian was trying to bait him. First, distracting him with anger, and second, provoking him into shouting, Wei Wuxian made it possible for Lan Wangji to deduce his location and strike. But still, Xue Yang couldn't help replying. "Why? Hah! As if you don't know. I want to turn him into a fierce corpse - under my control! Didn't he want to be a pure, virtuous cultivator? Then I'll make him endlessly slaughter people, so he'll never find peace!"

"Ah? You hate him that much? Then why did you kill Chang Ping?"

Xue Yang sneered. "Why did I kill Chang Ping? Do you need to ask, Yiling Patriarch? Didn't I already tell you? I said I was going to kill the entire Yueyang Chang Clan - I wasn't even going to spare one dog!"

[...] Wei Wuxian said, "You sure came up with a good explanation. Too bad the timing doesn't match up. Someone like you, who can't even let a dirty look go without avenging yourself a thousand times over, someone who strikes so swiftly and ruthlessly - if someone like you really wanted to kill off an entire family, why would they wait so many years to finish? You know perfectly well why you killed Chang Ping."

"Then tell me, what do I know? What do I know perfectly well?!"

He shouted this last sentence.

"You killed them, yes. But why lingchi? Killing someone that way signifies that it was punishment. If you were only getting revenge for yourself, why did you use Shuanghua and not your own Jiangzai? Why did you have to dig out Chang Ping's eyes and make him like Xiao Xingchen?"

Xue Yang shouted himself hoarse. "Bullshit! It's all bullshit! It was revenge - was I supposed to let him die comfortably?"

"Indeed, it was revenge. But whose revenge were you seeking? How ridiculous. If you genuinely wanted revenge, you should have sliced yourself into pieces!" (MDZS, Chapter 42)

so if we're meant to buy that interpretation, then...what is the point of this passage? what is it trying to say? is it just to give Wei Wuxian a means of distracting Xue Yang and making him show himself? then why this means? and why are we taking the line that Xue Yang himself, a famously reliable narrator (?) gives (re: wanting to turn Xiao Xingchen into a fierce corpse and control him) as the truth of the situation, as opposed to Wei Wuxian's own interpretation (where Xue Yang is taking revenge on Xiao Xingchen's behalf, albeit expressed onto a different target)? and what is the point of Xue Yang's reaction after this, where he suddenly goes silent and stops responding, meant to indicate? the fact that Xue Yang gets angrier and angrier at Wei Wuxian for pressing the point?

these are all cues present for a narrative purpose, not "just because," and they're pointing in a direction that indicates that Xue Yang in this scene is lying through his teeth, whether or not he admits that to himself.

furthermore, since inevitably "but adaptation" comes up in these conversations, CQL actually retains this scene in a remarkably intact form:

coming to the conclusion based on this scene alone (not even touching the narrative surrounding the events in the past) that people who claim that "xue yang had no genuine feelings about xiao xingchen whatsoever" is to be taken as truth are not just taking the most boring possible read of this text but also at least a little actively reading against it.

#but what else is new #like okay. entitled to your opinion but whatever #proposing 'fanon xue yang' tag for this stuff :) #anyway. #lise does meta #loosely. #the sad queer cultivators show #xuexiao #xue yang #whether or not you ship xuexiao as a romantic pairing though...point stands. #and i will defend this reading if pressed #and i'm not interested in ~moral judgment~ or whatever that's not the point #the point here is what is the emotional story the narrative is telling #and - from my perspective - the sophisticated answer there is 'i'm right you're wrong nyeh' #lise's aggressively bitchy opinions about irrelevant and unimportant matters #might regret posting this but uhhhhhh whatever!!! it's been a week and it's only tuesday

[scentedpepper]

Missions, Malaise and Migas Pt. V | Leon Kennedy

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Final Part

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

Summary: Leon and Y/N have some underlying issues. Ones they tried to warn DSO about.

Content Warnings: None

Other Pairings: Luis Sera x Reader

Author Note(s): whoop whoop part five

Ada thinks it'll be fun.

It'll give her something to do besides be in and out of planes and cars and boats and a bar full of horny men and wasted women.

In her eyes, it will also be therapeutic for two love-scorned people who seem to be grappling and grinding on each other because of their own moronic emotions and stubborn attitudes.

What would it hurt?

She's already gathered the obvious.

–The obvious being Leon, that is. She could practically read it in the way he held his gun, the way his eyes twitched and how they looked at you. His gaze, a flash, but his behavior told her so many, many things.

The way his hands fiddled with it, the tapping of his left foot, the biting of his tongue. And you were oblivious. Moreso a side effect of you disliking the man than anything else. Because she knew you, she could see the skill in every wrinkle of your body. You were just a hardened, distrustful shell, and it was so cute. Two angry, headstrong people ready to bite the necks of anyone who entered their personal space. She was so giddy.

Pure bliss.

Excitement over cracking her dear Leon open like an egg.

All for you.

Her eyes flicker to you, then him, repeating, comparing. Analyzing and prying until finally, she rests back in the chair beside Luis and she's content, having already placed the seed of her diabolical plan.

"Luis. " She's almost gushing. "You got a map on the computer or something?"

He glances at her, and a broad smile comes across his face.

"Sí. Whatever you need. "

"Good. I have to go fetch something. "

She sees your eyebrow quirk towards her in curiousity. But you don't say much about it, your mouth occupied by a large bite of the sandwhich.

Before she heads out, she turns towards you and the words that escape her mouth cause the twitching of Leons trigger finger.

"I want you to come with me. "

"We have to go. " His tone is sharp and immediate, he doesn't allow room between her words and his. His eyes flicker quickly to yours. "I mean it, Y/N. "

Luis is shaking his head and you don't need words to tell Leon how you feel.

"We need to secure the area. If they aren't gonna find us, we have to try and find them. Otherwise, we're just waiting. "

"Then we wait. “

The words fly from your mouth like ninja stars.

"You expect to stay here longer than you have to?" Leon is aghast. "You got your rest. You've even ate. " He gestures to the plate. "Now let's go. "

"You want to walk back into the storm outside and spend the night out there when we have this?" Your arms spread outward. "What's the logic there, Leon? I mean, really, " you scoff, "what are we going to accomplish?"

"This isn't up for a vote, " Leon spits back, his head working, his tongue fumbling with how to explain to you that you're idiotic plan won't work. "We aren't waiting here to become dog food. “

"So sleeping in the woods solves that problem?"

"There isn't a better option. If they're aware of our presence and know we're with Luis, " he adds, "they're going to come hunting. "

"They haven't come yet, not even with everything, " a thumb rubs at a broken section of the thick wooden table. "Whatevers left of his crew is preoccupied trying to deal with the virus. "

"The calmer route will be to wait here. "

The sound of a new voice washes over you both.

Ada is about to take a step closer when Luis steps between her and you two, raising his hands, palms up, eyes wide. "Yo amigos, do you mind telling me what exactly is going on here?”

You both look at the taller man and his furrowed brow, attentive gaze. Ada has a bit of a smirk on her face, enjoying the dynamics.

It's only when Luis clicks his tongue and urges your attention do you answer.

"There's too much risk, with a lot of things. It's best we stay here. "

"Absolutely not. "

Leon talks almost immediately after you do, his words curt, and flat. Directly over yours.

Like you hadn't said anything to begin with.

"You do whatever the hell you want to, but we're not staying here to get gobbled up while you and Luis pal around, then use me as your shield when things go south. "

"You're so full of shit. " You spit back, your nerves crackling with energy.

His eyes are cool. "This isn't a democracy. “

"Neither is working for the fucking US government. "

Ada frowns a little bit at the outburst and her voice remains even.

"Try to relax. All of you. "

"Try this. " You gesture with a hand between yourself and Leon. "Assigning two people to bring back evidence of a potential new Bioweapon, and putting it on both of us is hard enough when you factor in all the shit trying to eat and kill us, " your hand is still up. "But the fact that one of these individuals is a glorified agent that's known for all but trying to get the drop on their partner isn't all that reassuring. “

Ada sees it. She sees it from Leon now. A crumbling, slowly as a boat losing its control over the waves in the ocean. The tightening of his lips, the firm set of his jaw, the quaking of his eyebrows.

And she sees you.

Recollecting. Repenting for one second as the heat radiates, scorching you alive from the inside out. You're embarrassed, hurt and even guilt is in there somewhere.

But it's not long.

Because your face is out of her view when you make headway for the door.

Ada's eyes widen ever-so slightly and the way Leon moves when you turn away. Like he's connected to you with a string and if he wants to let you go, he's gonna have to un-string himself first. It's in sync with Luis who gets up from his seat in an instant, his mouth opening to make verbal protests, to defuse.

But Adas hands are up, putting them both in pause like the press of a remote control button.

"Let him go. "

There's a mutual crease of foreheads and slack jaws.

"Ada. " The displeasure in Leon's voice is thick. Almost like smoke that fills the room and seems to get heavier and darker the longer time goes on.

She doesn't let him continue. "I'll go. Make sure he's safe. But you two– sit. "

Luis lowers himself first, without an ounce of fight, and Leon stays. His blue eyes pierce hers.

"He's volatile. " His tone is sharp.

She thinks about it a moment, how much truth to his statement. How far could you push him? How much shit could you feed to him until he really broke.

"He's not. " Ada admits. "Have you ever really spoken to your partner?" Her head tilts in a way that isn't a challenge, but curiosity, giving the impression that she wants him to think. "There's obviously a lot of information that has never been shared. "

"Didn't see you offering therapy sessions. " Leon spits.

Ada stares. Luis watches carefully, unsure how to react and unwilling to move.

Ada swallows like her throat is coated with tar, hardening her resolve. The expression she makes afterwards is one that almost physically sickens Leon.

It's patronizing.

Merciful.

She's looking at him like he's a child having a tantrum and not a man who had made hard choices since 1998.

"Oh, Leon. " Ada breathes the words out. She gives a slight shake of her head before moving on with her plan, feeling more confident in it as she gives Leon one last sympathetic look.

She hopes he can see the deeper meaning behind her look. How her eyes dip in sorrow, the way her features remain cool, untouched and not judgemental.

"It's not my job to play therapist. But if you'll allow, " she folds her hands neatly infront of her, "I'll see if I can not just secure him, but allow for a cooling off period between the two of you. "

"I don't care. "

"Sure you don't. " She gives him a quick wink before turning around, the sound of her footsteps against the tile becoming fainter and fainter.

He felt himself starting to get emotional, and suddenly, just as quickly as she appeared, she vanished again, going outside to fix a problem between two children with the capabilities to take down a large city.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #luis sera x reader #luis sera x you #male reader #ada wong

[skrunklybf-archived]

bad influence!

pairing: step-brother!connie x reader x jean

warnings: dark content! step-cest! smut! mdni!!! maybe ooc?

tags: mfm threesome, dubcon(?), smoking weed, they're all high it's whatever, step-cest, unprotected sex, creampie, doggystyle, blowjob, swallowing, praise, pet names, almost getting caught, not proofread

notes: hi i'm not dead 🤪 take this connie/jean smut as a peace offering mayhaps?? reblogs are appreciated as always xoxo love you stay safe

"I know you have shit in here, so you better share or I'm snitching."

You raise your gaze from the game on your phone to the young men inviting themselves into your room. Jean leans back against the door and closes it with a soft click, much softer than the threat Connie entered with. You cock a brow, unamused.

"What?"

"You know what."

Connie, despite the faux menacing look he gives you, emits the familiar air of playfulness he's known for. He crosses the space between your door and your bed in record speed, diving for the little table next to your head. Dexterous hands scavenge through the drawers and ignore the annoyed protests you shoot at him.

"Dude, fuck off!"

"You fuck off," Connie dodges your swatting hands and plucks a tie-dye colored jar from the bottom drawer, "holding out on your poor, misfortunate brother. You should be ashamed of yourself." It'd be a surprise if you couldn't see the your own brain with how hard your eyes rolled themselves back.

Your step-mom had been adamant about Connie staying clean after a rather hilarious call she received from him at three in the morning, begging her to come pick him up from the side of the road. He'd gotten away with just a warning from a "generous" officer that night, meanwhile you had gotten plenty to make fun of him for and his mom gained a bargaining chip she'd been putting to good use. The house had never been more bleach-and-lemon scented.

"Oh, boo hoo," you fake cry, jutting your bottom lip out in a pouty fashion, "maybe don't get pulled over with your dumbass friends next time, Con."

"Hey," Jean pipes up from his stationary position at the door, seemingly offended but grinning all the while. Connie tosses the jar from hand to hand casually, trying to ignore the big doe eyes you shoot him in your little mockery scene. "Not my fault Sasha drives like a menace," he replies, twisting open the lid and taking a deep sniff of the flowery contents. Lost in an overdramatized state of bliss, he fails to notice you sitting up and snatching your weed jar right out of his hand. Connie whines at the loss. "C'mon, just smoke us up one time." he begs much like a puppy, even going so far as to clasp his hands together in a cartoony fashion.

Your lip twitches.

"Just me and Jean," he continues, "Sasha's on house arrest until further notice. Her dad was pretty pissed, won't let her leave."

A conniving and dark chuckle surprises your step-brother and his oddly quiet friend, coming straight from your chest. The little jar suddenly feels so heavy in your hand, weighed down like a giant golden poker chip. "So, you come to me in your time of need," you slur out dramatically, "on the day of my daughter's wedding--"

"Alright alright, cut the shit, you're weirding me out. What do you want? I already have to clean the damn house for two months."

Connie almost looks nervous before you, switching his weight between his feet. This is a strange sight for you; he's usually boisterous, carefree, charismatic. You pull your feet up to sit criss-cross on the bed. A thoughtful look passes over your face. "You gotta walk Scout--"

"Done."

"Okay, fiend, I wasn't done."

"Whatever you want, I don't caaaaare. Just smoke with us."

Jean was easy to forget about in the moment, sitting as a hopeful but cautious observer a ways away. You blink at him, off-color thoughts dripping into your sleepy brain like a shoddy faucet.

"Fine. Garage."

Okay, so maybe your mind wasn't pure and fluffy and wholesome, and maybe some would label you a dog for these fleeting thoughts that came to you in the strangest moments. Maybe you shouldn't be feeling that heavy, burning sensation in the pit of your belly when your step-brother takes an unnecessarily strong drag off the blunt, bathing his face in an orangey glow from the cherry. Connie always had a fresh face, a contagious grin that got to you in ways that it most likely shouldn't have, given your relationship.

Well, technically, your parents relationship -- one that began right as Connie was starting his freshman year of college -- but still.

He passes the blunt up to Jean in the passenger's seat, who had easily won the race you declared on the way to your car. "First hand on the hood gets the front seat," you announced, and the young men scrambled over each other like excited puppies to slap your poor Honda in victory.

Jean takes a normal, sane hit, pinching his bronze eyes closed to avoid the flying smoke. It almost feels mesmerizing watching these two through the haze. Invisible green hands relax your face into a look of contentment, massaging away any irritation Connie had sparked by interrupting your game. Behind you, your step-brother coughs into his fist dramatically, heaving out a big sigh once his lungs quit their spasming.

"You seriously saved the day," he says, letting his cheek rest against the side of your headrest. If you turned enough, your noses would touch. Amused, you take the blunt from Jean, quietly admiring how his long fingers hold the wrap so delicately.

"I'd say we owe you, but you're kinda evil, so I'll just say thank you," the brunette beside you adds. His voice has dipped low and gravely since you all started hotboxing, reaching a baritone that leaves your heart hammering.

"Evil? Wow," you reply flatly, "I feel the gratitude in waves."

Connie smacks Jean lightly on the cheek while you take your puff. "What he means is, your genius is only surpassed by the world's most prolific professors," he says in a much-too-serious tone, "like, y'know, Hannibal Lecter, or like, Dr. Evil."

Pulling up a leg to rest in your seat, you snort in laughter, thick white smoke billowing out from your nose.

"Thanks, Con."

"No problem, babe."

Jean guffaws before you can. "Did you just call her babe?"

Connie, golden eyes wide, throws himself back into the backseat. He waves his hand flippantly, as if he could bat away the subject. "What? No, shut up."

You and Jean whip yourselves around at the same time, shoulders pressed against one another. "You totally did." You tease, smirk wide on your face.

Connie melts into the dark fabric. A heavy warmth surges over his face. "I just, y'know, I'm usually a gentleman and I smoke girls up," he runs a hand through his short hair, "slip of the tongue."

Jean snorts, letting his gaze slide over to you in his peripheral. "And then you compare her to the girls you fuck. Interesting."

Your shared laughter embarrasses Connie more than it irks him, sending his hands flying up to scrub over his face. In a show of mercy, you pass the blunt back to the poor boy, fending for his life all alone in the back of the car. Connie pinches the wrap and suddenly smirks toward his friend, charged and ready. "Jean, I could end your entire career right now."

Curious, you lean back some and look at Jean next. He pauses, switching a suspicious gaze between you both.

"I dunno what you're talking about."

"Oh, bullshit! How many times have I caught you staring at her ass?"

Shock formed your mouth into a tiny 'o' first but unbridled amusement twists it into a devilish grin. "Is that so?" You nudge a finger harshly into Jean's bicep. The young man swats your hand away and shoots his friend a glare. Connie's cackling jumps around the cars walls, spurring your own laughter to bubble out and making Jean roll his eyes.

Wiping faux tears, you watch Jean snatch the blunt from Connie and take a pouty puff, his jaw tense. "Not sure how to take in this information, honestly. Who knew both of you weirdos wanted to fuck me?" You twist back around to lean properly against your seat. A victorious glow radiates from your warmed face, neck, chest -- even if it was all jokes, the idea sits heavy in your mind and lower belly.

"I think you're the weirdo for being so psyched about it." Connie says from behind, his usually chirpy voice dragging low, like he'd just woken up from a long nap. A few quick puffs burn the blunt to your fingertips and you pinch it out with freshly licked fingers.

"I don't hear either of you denying it." You chime, dropping the roach into your cup holder to deal with later. Jean, still awkwardly turned in his seat, looks back at Connie, and there's a moment of quiet that you get lost in, brain and body fuzzy from your high.

Inside the car, a sheen of smoke blankets over you three and beads sweat over your skin. The warmth feels more comforting than suffocating. Swirls of white and gray are barely illuminated by the dim blue nightlight inside the garage. It feels dreamy, almost ethereal in a strange way.

Jean pulls you back into the moment when he runs a large hand through his hair. He's relaxed into the seat, long legs cocked out enough that his knee threatens to knock into your hand on the center console. Connie leans forward, resting a hot hand over your shoulder. "It's hot as fuck in here, let's go inside."

"Alright, yeah. You guys go, I'm gonna park outside and air this baby out before heading in."

Connie squeezes your shoulder and all but rolls out of the backseat, stretching his legs and arms out like a sleepy kitten. Jean hesitates opening his own door beside you. He clears his throat. "Just so you know, I stare at your face too," his voice is quiet, like he doesn't want Connie to hear, and you quirk your brow at him curiously. He sputters for a second, "y'know, not just your ass. I mean, it's nice -- you have a nice ass. But like, that's not all that's nice. Your -- you --"

You cut him off with a giggle. "I'm glad you think my face is nice, Jean."

The low light was just enough to see the goofy grin grow over his face before he slid out, joining his friend at the door leading inside. Connie bumps into him playfully and the two stooges shuffle off, leaving you all alone in the smoky blue garage.

Heading in, you expect to spy the two raiding the fridge, or perhaps even locked away in Connie's room playing games. Instead, you find two men in your room, lazing around like they own the place. Connie sits in your computer chair, his slippered feet propped up onto a bare spot on your desk, while Jean sits at the foot of your bed, leaned back on both palms. Only Jean looks at you once you enter, his bronze gaze only slightly sleepy as it rolls over your form.

"Oh, hello," you quip, hand hovering over the doorknob. For some reason, it feels like you intruded on them, versus them plundering your room. Connie, in his stretched out position, nods too casually in your direction. A little bit of his stomach peeks out from under his shirt -- you can see the waistband of his boxers, stretching around the V shaped muscles that disappear under his sweats.

"Let's watch a movie." Connie reaches toward a few figurines you keep beside your monitor, itching to busy his hands with something or another. You look between the two, wondering if there's something you're missing -- but ultimately, you shrug, closing the door behind you.

Twenty minutes into a Marvel movie you've seen a thousand times, there's two hands on your thighs and not a single thought in your brain. Jean, on your right, squeezes gently every few moments, and the pressure feels so warm and comforting -- Connie, on the other side, swipes his thumb in a mesmerizing half moon, leaving tingles in its wake. Their skin is hot against your own.

The coyness surrounding you all is nearly suffocating. You want so badly to acknowledge the growing sense of want, of need in your center, but all you can do is stretch your legs out and lean back against the wall.

Connie lets his pinky fiddle with the hem of your shorts, between your legs. As small as the action is, it still draws a tiny gasp from you, something that doesn't go unnoticed by anybody. He glances over, a little smirk on his face. "Weirdo." he mumbles, but takes it as a good sign. His hand glides upward just the tiniest bit, spread wide and gripping at the soft flesh more eagerly. Jean follows suit, watching curiously as he trails his own hand upward, slipping a few fingers under your shorts and dangerously close to touching your panties.

Your legs react on their own. Knees bending, they butterfly out, allowing the men more access. There's no use in thinking any of it over; Jean has a hand on the side of your face, gently urging you over to look at him, and Connie messes with the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis before you can make any internal argument about it. Looking up at the brunette, you feel so vulnerable, a far cry from the cocky attitude you held in the car earlier. He smiles down at you, drinking you up, savoring the doe-eyes and the way your lips part when he leans in.

Lips slotted together, it feels effortless to kiss Jean, but it takes all your willpower not to gasp into his mouth when Connie retracts his hand, only to press directly over your clothed center. The heel of his palm digs into your clit through the thin layers of fabric, purposeful and direct, and he uses a finger to press between your folds. You end up losing the battle, but only partly, letting a little whimper loose against Jean's surprisingly soft lips. He slowly licks into your mouth and raises his hand to rest over your lower belly, dipping under your shirt to smooth over the warmed skin.

Your eyes are closed, body alight with so many exciting sensations you're not sure what to focus on. Regaining a moment of sense, you can feel yourself reaching for both of them, settling on their legs at your sides. It grounds you, anchors you, but it doesn't last long. Connie's chuckle sounds out beside you. "You're wet," he says, nudging your shorts aside to urge a finger against your underwear. "I can feel it through your panties."

Breaking away from Jean, the urge to pant and catch your breath is as tempting as it is embarrassing. You glance at Connie, looking at you like a hungry wolf, and slide your hands over both of their laps, somehow surprised to be met with strained fabric. "You're one to talk." You reply, gripping the noticeable bulges beneath your palms. Both of them utter a sort of groan, stretching themselves out to allow better access. Connie's dickprint could clearly be seen through his sweats, strapped to his thigh by a pair of boxer briefs, but Jean's dick laid more concealed beneath his dark jeans, the rigid fabric keeping you from getting a whole hand around him. You wonder for a moment how different their dicks looked -- how different they would feel, bare against your hand, your tongue, even stretching you out.

The clothes come off in a sort of frenzy, confidence blooming in your chest once the men were down to their underwear with their cocks begging to be freed. Suddenly, you lost the shy feeling of toeing around what you all wanted. You found your voice.

Straddling Jean's hips backwards, you face Connie, holding onto the brunette's strong thighs for balance. Jean teases his dick through your folds and gasps when you grind against him, brushing his head over your needy clit. Before you, at the foot of the bed, Connie leans back, legs spread so he can jerk off comfortably to the sight in front of him. Your eyes follow his movements -- working up the veiny shaft until dollops of pre ooze out from his flushed tip.

Jean's hands shift from groping and massaging your ass to gripping the supple meat of your hips, rocking you up and down as you slide your pussy over his cock. Arousal leaking, you're so wet he could slip right inside, given a good enough angle -- but he lets you move whichever way you want to, lets his eyes roll back with a groan.

"You wanna watch me fuck your best friend, Con?" You ask sweetly, voice tinted far too innocently for the hungry way you look down at him, splayed open on your mattress. Connie flicks his wrist, caught between watching your cunt work around Jean's dick and watching your face, such a sly smile crawling over your warmed cheeks. "Gonna watch me ride him stupid?"

Beneath you, Jean's hips twitch. His fingers dig into you with more urgency, a deep groan leaking from his chest. "Hold on, baby. Be a good boy for me." You coo, reaching down to cup his balls and press his cock flush against your wet lips. Shockwaves pulse through your body when you rub your clit against the silky smooth skin of his dickhead. Little moans spill out from your lips, urging both of the men on in their own motions; Jean bucks up into your hold, Connie grips his cock more fervently.

"You sound so fucking pretty like this," Jean utters from behind you, and Connie grunts, adding, "you look so pretty like this. Wanna see you all filled up."

Pleased, you lift your hips and align Jean's long dick with your entrance. It takes a moment for you to ease down all the way. A delightful burn shoots up your center, working to stretch around his meat and accommodate to his size, but you feel so full, so satisfied once he's buried inside you. His dick curves just the perfect way to hit the right spot deep inside your cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you mutter once you're pelvis to pelvis.

"Feels good?" Connie squeezes his tip, smearing more pre over himself. Eyes sliding shut, you nod eagerly and rock your hips, drinking in every gasp and moan that Jean offers so generously from beneath you. For a few moments you simply scoot and rock, massaging that spot and working up a tight coil in your belly. With the motions your body leans forward, providing Jean with the perfect view of your ass and Connie with the jiggle of your tits. Wet, lewd sounds slip into the space between you all, making the moment feel all too real.

"That's it, baby, take what you need," Jean smooths a hand up your curved spine. His heels dig into the mattress so he can press harder into your core.

Connie watches you start to bounce, a look of utter bliss washing over your face, and groans with every broken little moan you breathe out. He jerks into his fist in time with Jean's half hip thrusts. He can be patient, he can wait, he tells himself; no matter how he feels about Jean fucking you, the view and symphony you've selflessly provided him were more than enough to have every ounce of blood rush from his brain straight to his dick.

"Kiss, k-kiss me, Con," you mewl out, your breathing already growing heavy. The man jumps onto his knees and crawls forward, so eager to hold your jaw in one hand and give you exactly what you asked for. The kiss is sloppy, messy and wet, tongues sliding around each other without much direction, but it feels like exactly what you need, adding fuel to the flame in your core.

Connie slicks his hand up and down his shaft while he tongues you, eyes shut and abs squeezing tight. So many new experiences tonight, so little time to process them -- the thought of a threesome with Jean wasn't too out of left field, but the fact that you were smack in the middle of it was almost crazy enough to make him question if this was all a long, wet dream, one that would leave him sticky yet unsatisfied when he woke.

"You take me so fucking good," Jean grips your ass cheeks roughly, spreading them to take in the view of his cock sliding in and out of you with such ease. The desk lamp catches your arousal in a glimmer, leaking out and into the smearing of dark brunette hair around his pelvis. "Shit, so fucking good."

The praise makes you melt and stutter your bouncing, mewling into Connie's mouth and choosing to rock yourself back and forth to gain composure, but it's a fruitless effort. Pulling away from his mouth, an involuntary cry rips from your throat and that pressure inside mounts to an unbearable edge.

"F-Fuck, fuck fuck fuck--"

"Oh shit, are you cumming already?" Connie's eyes grow wide, looking down at you like a world wonder. He drops his hand from your face to grope at your tits, smoothing over the pert nipples and pinching them lightly to make you gasp.

Jean takes control. He holds onto you like you'd rocket off into space without him and hammers upward into your spasming cunt, jaw tensed as you milk him, your mouth dropped open in a silent cry. "God, fuck -- yeah, she is. C'mon baby, cum on my cock," he pleads more than commands, voice almost lost against the lewd slapping sounds coming from between you. The orgasm feels nearly shocking, crashing over you from head to toe and bathing your entire body in sparks and a deep, burning heat. Silken walls squeeze and shake, much like your hands, which grasp onto Connie's strong forearm to keep you from simply falling over in the peak of your pleasure.

The most you can offer is little squeaks as the wave dies down. You feel a little lightheaded and let out a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering open to meet those of your step-brother -- his gaze feels impossibly heavy as it flicks over your face. He licks his lips and offers a sly grin. "You're so fucking pretty." Connie says lowly. An almost ditzy smile flashes his way and you close the minimal space between your faces, catching his lips in another kiss.

Jean slows his movements to more purposeful, deep thrusts, and relaxes his grip, but rolls his head back into the pillow and utters a deep groan. "Where -- Where d'you want me? M'close," he breathes.

You break away from Connie, who whines a little, but watches you closely. Jelly-like legs work with you to unmount Jean and twist around so that you can take him into your mouth, propping your ass up into the air in front of Connie, almost like an offering. Jean watches you with half lidded eyes. His cock looks even bigger with your hand wrapped around it -- wetness and a little thick cream coat his bare, flushed skin, which you lick up in long strokes of the tongue. He pulses under your touch, eagerly lifting his hips to meet your lips as you kiss over his sensitive skin.

The brunette curses under his breath when you meet the heated eye-contact, smiling coyly before sliding his meat between your lips, suckling him and flicking your hot tongue over his frenulum.

Connie, behind you, eyes his friend's undoing, watches as Jean grips the pastel sheets beneath him with strong hands. Your ass dangles so teasingly in front of him, darkened shapes in the form of fingerprints ghost around your plump skin from where Jean held you just moments before.

He never thought himself to be possessive, but watching you impale yourself to the point of cumming over Jean's cock and licking up the delicious mess you made without so much as touching his own needy prick sparked something in Connie, a strange, primal sort of urge that drives his hips forward on their own. His hands grip at your hips and draw a surprised hum from your busy mouth, but the way you wiggle your ass in reply is enough to bring a grin back to his face. Your thighs are still slicked with your own cum and arousal, your hole flutters around nothing as he spreads your cheeks and peers at the mess you made.

Connie marvels at the way your supple skin feels cupped in his hands, so soft and smooth under his touch. He nudges his leaking tip against your center, rubbing up and down through your lips and gathering up wetness to spread over himself. "This okay, baby?" he asks smoothly, leaning over you to speak closer to your ear. With a mouth full, you nod and press back against him, gasping when the motion pushes just a little of his fat tip into you.

Jean locks eyes with Connie for a moment. The novelty of the situation hasn't worn off yet -- they share a few seconds of raised brows and near drunken grins before Connie presses into you with a firm and concise thrust. Vibrations from your rather deep and needy moan flutter around Jean's cock and immediately push him right up to the edge, rolling his eyes back as his stomach muscles grow taut. Cockhead pressed against the back of your throat, Jean gasps out the neediest sound he's made all night, "fuck, 'm cumming, 'm-- aah," his legs shake as he releases his load straight down your throat. You moan around him, sucking and flicking your tongue over the underside of his pulsing dick, resisting the urge to gag and gathering pinprick tears across your waterline.

Connie waits, already filling you to the brim, rubbing his hands over your hips soothingly. The room feels hotter and thicker than ever before -- Jean pants at the head of the bed, lids heavy as he gazes down and watches you lick up wayward spit strands from his throbbing dick. "Holy shit," the brunette breathes. "Holy shit. Thank you."

A little giggle spills out from your swollen, plump lips, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. "You don't need to tha-- ah, ah, fuck!"

Connie snaps his hips to and fro, urging you forward and back with the motions. He slides so easily in and out of your cunt. Straight pornographic sounds punctuate the stuffy room and he throws his head back with a long, purposeful groan, settling his thumbs into the little indents above your ass like perfect riding handles. His cockhead pushes and presses inside you. There's some muddled emotion behind these thrusts, so strong and sharp in contrast with the rather bubbly persona you knew Connie to hold.

Jean sits up onto his elbows, watching your tits sway and jump with his friends motions. "Bring her over here, Connie," he jerks his head at an angle and beckons you up the bed. Connie, after a few more thrusts, obliges, though his brow is furrowed in a rare look of concentration as you two shuffle up, still locked together in a slick hold.

You find yourself between them both yet again, your mouth uncoordinated in all your post-orgasm-slash-pre-orgasm haze. Jean doesn't seem to mind -- he lazily kisses over your cheeks, your jaw, licking trails up the column of your throat as you hover over him with shaky arms. Connie ruts into you at a pace that surprises you, drawing louder and louder moans with every slap his balls deliver to your throbbing pussy. "Y'love it, don't you?" He groans, "you love taking your step-brother's cock, don't you, pretty girl?"

With a hot mouth sucking little bruises over your neck, you utter a little cry, eyes pinching shut as your cunt flutters around Connie's dick.

"Yes, yes yes yes," you manage, "fuck me, give me more, fuck-- Connie--"

"You close already? Hold on for me, baby, wait for me."

At the command, you find yourself clenching your thighs together, whimpering when Jean absolutely pushes you in the other direction by tweaking and pinching your nipples between his fingers. The brunette grins against your flushed skin. He flicks the sensitive nubs playfully, biting down on your shoulder and sucking hard enough that there'd surely be a big blooming bruise the next morning. Desperate whines greet both mens ears as your cunt drools recklessly between your legs.

"Please, please Con, need'ta cum," you beg. "Please let me cum--"

Groaning, Connie watches the ripple of plump flesh that accompanies every thrust. His mouth drops open before he can think through what he says next: "Gonna let me cum inside?"

Your hole clenches around him on its own accord. "C-Cum inside?"

"Mhm," he rolls with it, too lost in his building orgasm to care anymore, "gonna let me fill you up baby?"

Of course, it's all talk straight from a thoughtless brain -- he'd finish wherever you wanted him to. But if he didn't at least try, he'd be kicking himself for the foreseeable future.

Jean eyes his friend over your shoulder, but kisses a trail up to the shell of your ear, where he breathes hot waves over you. "Good girls leave no mess," he coaxes, making you shiver.

The coil in your belly is strung impossibly tight. Right at the edge, ready to plummet for the second time that night, you whimper and grasp for Jean, digging your nails into his arms. You feel a release, a dam breaking deep in your core, sending a dizzying wave washing over you yet again.

"Cum in me," it almost comes out as a whisper, "please c-cum in me, Connie."

And it's music to Connie's ears, sending goosebumps over his sweat-slicked body. He needs no more than a few more pumps before your swollen, twitching walls milk the cum out of his cock, squeezing him so tight he utters a moan one might label as pathetic -- but he couldn't care less, tilting his head back and burying himself as deep as he could to shoot his load against your abused cervix. Jean peppers light kisses over your face, to the corner of your mouth, hung wide in another fit of pleasure.

The delicate smoothing of Connie's hands over your lower back, the soft hum from Jean beneath you, it all lulls you into a state of exhaustion you weren't sure you were capable of staying awake for.

After a moment, Connie pulls out, eyeing the cum mixture that threatens to drip out of your twitching hole with wonder. "Holy shit," he says quietly, voice nearly cracking.

Holy shit. There's no train of thought to be found for the rest of the night, even as all three of you re-dress and bid Jean goodnight an hour later -- he gives you a kiss, feather light and unsure as it lays at the corner of your mouth, but you don't mind in the slightest -- and, as you pad to up to your room once again, a creaking door startles you straight out of your still-tingly skin.

How in the fuck had you forgotten, or, perhaps your horny brain simply ignored, that your parents were sleeping just down the hall?

The tired, bleary face you know to belong to Connie's mom searches for you in the darkness. "Everything okay?" she asks, voice rocky, as if she'd just woken up. The hammering in your chest rings in your ears as you nod. "Was that Connie? And Jean?" she continues, looking you up and down for a moment.

Panic washes over you. Sure, you're a grown woman, you're certain both parental figures know you have a sex life -- but the pure taboo of the night doesn't escape you.

So, you sputter out the only excuse you can scrounge up in the moment. A half-truth, to save your conscience, and maybe even save Connie's grounded ass in the process.

"Jean came over, but not for Connie. He's been in his room." You say quietly, nervous fingers fiddling with the hem of your shorts -- too reminiscent of how your step-brother played with them earlier in the night.

A moment of silence passes between you two, before your step-mother hums to break it. "He's nice, that Jean boy. Sometimes I think Connie's a bit of a bad influence." And with that, she wishes you goodnight, and closes her door once again.

Retreating to the relative safety of your room, you shove yourself under the covers and heave a heavy sigh. There's no time to think over the potential consequences of your actions before there's a figure clicking the door shut behind them. Connie traverses the space confidently, as if it's his own room he's crossing, and doesn't even ask before crawling into bed next to you.

There's no fight in you, even if you had the energy for it. Jumbled, disorganized thoughts drift in and out of your mind as he snuggles into your side, his bare chest hot but comforting.

Connie, a bad influence?

He presses a lazy kiss into your hair.

Maybe, but you're no better.

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #connie x reader #jean x reader #connie springer #jean kirstein #dark content #stepcest #step-cest

[mdhwrites]

Boscha: The Demon of Her Group

I mean this literally and figuratively and this isn't so much a critical post as it is just interesting character potential. See there was one point I'd left out of my blog about discrimination in TOH and how demons fuck that up was that Steve and Boscha are the only two demons who embrace demonic tendencies who are allowed to eventually be good people and have a little added depth. Even then, they both come across as half demons and are like the Faunus in RWBY where they're allowed one non-human trait but are otherwise 'normal'.

Well... That point also brings up how almost the only demon Amity interacts with for two seasons is Boscha. Because Boscha is the ONLY demon in her friend group. In fact, for demon rep at Hexide, Boscha is the ONLY one. Barkus is the closest to a second and he's just a dog. He's almost certainly a demon but it's very easy to forget that and assume he's literally just a dog while Boscha's third eye is a lot harder. That and Barkus is not exactly great rep as literally an animal.

This has REALLY interesting storytelling potential... That metatextually 99% of fans won't ever give a shit about because Boscha is figuratively the devil of Hexide to them. They place all the evil in that school *gestures at Moringmark's recent comics with Skara as an example* on Boscha. They blame all of Amity's evil as a school bully on Boscha and her mom. Boscha is seen as irredeemable to most, even post the series giving a half hearted attempt at redemption, because they see her as pure evil.

As always: Don't think people are actually factoring this element in, at least not consciously. It's just a ROUGH coincidence. Buuut one that's really interesting to examine creatively and not just analytically.

What if Boscha is mean... Because she's a demon in a witch run society? Or at least, in a friend group that prefers witches over demons. Odalia is cartoonishly evil enough to be that sort of bigot where Boscha is seen as having to earn her place next to Amity a lot more than any of Amity's other friends. Boscha might walk on eggshells around Amity more than most people because Amity already keeps her at arm's length due to her third eye.

Extend this farther: She wants to be a star to finally be recognized as an equal or even be able to properly claim superiority over those who look down on her. Her need for control over love might partially be because people didn't care about her love and kindness at an early age. They appreciated it more when she showed them how strong being a demon made her. And so she learned a way to get people to never talk about her as less than them for her blood, at least not to her face.

It might actually be part of why Boscha is the only student to mention it being weird that a HUMAN is there. What if she had harder entrance requirements? What if she was discouraged by teachers from staying because she didn't belong? There are demons in Hexide but all the best students we see? All witches. And Luz looks just like them except her round ears and no one seems to comment despite what they'll say about her eye, at least behind closed doors.

Or hey, let's embrace the Amischa stuff from For the Future: What if Odalia's words about Willow made Amity NOT be racist towards Boscha? What if she was literally only about merit back when they were friends? And so Boscha actually felt safer and more secure around Amity than anyone else. That also meant that she obsessed over Amity's toxic mindset and requirements more, leading to how she views the world because it meant keeping the witch who actually seemed to like her, especially in high society. Thus this makes her desperate to have Amity back, especially when the world has gone to shit and it feels all control she can have is lost. Control that a fellow demon in the form of Miki promises she can have.

Again: I don't think any of this is intentional but TOH says a LOT of negative things unintentionally, in part because it doesn't ever seem to know what it's trying to say or what it can't say due to its own creative choices. This is just an interesting read enabled by how fucked over pretty much every demon in the show is, especially if they actually act like anything other than a human.

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#the owl house criticism #toh critical #boscha #amity x boscha

[blueskittlesart]

Sorry in advance for how long this ask is. Botw was the first zelda game I played to completion, I played a tiny bit of twilight princess when I was younger purely because you could be a dog, the first dungeon of wind waker, and I have fond memories of both loving and sucking at skyward sword on the wii but ultimately I was just too young and easily distracted by games I was actually good at, and therefore less frustrated by, to have the attention span to beat a zelda game. I think I would have beat skyward sword if not for the motion controls being very frustrating.

Anyway, I played totk and then obsessively read your big zelda doc and basically every post you've ever made about zelda and now I'm insane. Thank you. I didn't have totk spoilers blacklisted at first because I assumed I wouldn't care because I never care about spoilers and then I saw your posts when you were finishing the dragon tears questline and it made me stop just running around doing sidequests and focus down the main quest like crazy.

I'm trying to decide whether to play skyward sword remastered or hrule warriors age of calamity (which I did very much enjoy the demo of) next and was wondering what you'd recommend. I did try to play ocarina of time on 3ds and I WILL go back to it once I stop being so mad at myself about dying in the first dungeon and also maybe give in to using a guide because I don't need to get a Good Grade in Zelda, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

HIII i'm so glad i could be your introduction to zelda lore!! the question of aoc vs sksw really depends on what exactly you're hoping to get out of your gameplay experience imo.

aoc has its. decent points. i will say this. but the 2 most important things to know about it going in are 1. IT IS NOT CANON and none of the events within it actually correspond to anything that happened pre-botw, and 2. its gameplay is NOT zelda gameplay, it's dynasty warriors gameplay. you've already played the demo so you have some understanding of the gameplay, but you should know that that's ALL there is to aoc, and if you don't enjoy hours upon hours of hack-and-slash large-group combat, you're not going to have a ton of fun playing aoc. there is technically a story tying aoc together, and it has its moments, but they're few and far between. mostly it just kind of sucks. if what you're looking for out of this is a well-written story similar to the experience of botw/totk, i would not recommend aoc.

the most important thing i'd tell you about sksw is that even thought this one IS canon, the gameplay is still gonna be noticeably different from botw/totk. sksw is much closer to the classic zelda formula than the games you're most familiar with, and is actually smaller and more linear than games like oot and wind waker. the gameplay is also almost entirely dungeon-based, and those dungeons are gonna be noticeably harder than the botw/totk ones. what sksw DOES really deliver on is story!! i'd say it's comparable to botw with the way in which the story is told and the subject matter it works with. like i said, it depends on what experience you're looking to get! personally i would go with sksw but. we all know how story-focused i am LMAO

#also PLEASEEEE play oot and PLAY IT WITH A WALKTHROUGH. THERE IS NO SHAME I PROMMY. I STILL CANT GET THROUGH THE WATER TEMPLE ORGANICALLY #AND IVE PLAYED THE GAME LIKE EIGHT TIMES #oot dungeons are good truly but they are also from 1998. back when video games didnt need to be intuitive. just google it i promise its ok #asks

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 435 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

Not much happened here, so Imma keep this short and simple.

Nah mf, you lied.

Ohhhh shit, the return of Zack 2.5!!! 😳 (2.5 because Zack got a glow-up and got stronger. So that’s his 2.0. Plus, Kwak Jihan is like, HALF of Zack here. 2nd half is Gun.) The “Kya~” 💀 AND OFC DANIEL WOULD PULL IT OFF. HE ISN’T ONE OF YOUR SIDE-CHICK LACKIES BRO. 😭

Um… because he can? Why? Is Jinyoung your side hoe? Like… why are you all over his di-

Goddamn, that bite mark tho and those scars on his chest. Can I just…

“Lord” ? Oh “Lord”, I knew he had some type of praising kink- 💀💀💀💀

You already know that guys who drink makgeolli like this are actual freaks. Like… it’s obvious. 💀 Bruh I really wanna try makgeolli. I wonder if it tastes sweeter than straight soju or something…

Also, same pot? 👀

Bro... what the fu... When did this arc turn into a whole horror movie? 😭😭😭

*WARNING: IF YOU GET SCARED EASILY, THEN I SUGGEST YOU GO HOME FOR THIS ONE. SCROLL DOWN AND DON'T LOOK!!!*

OOMFASKDJFHASDKJFHASDFJHASDFIAHFIEWHFIERHQWEIFHQWEIFHQWEFIOQWHQWHQFUHQWERFUQHE4FUIQ4H DUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE, WTF?!?!!?!?!? I JUST GOT JUMPSCARED WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER. WTH MAN. I DIDN'T KNOW WE GOING BACK TO THE CULT ARC. TF???

AND BROOOO WHAT IS THIS, THE MANDELA CATALOGUE????? PTJ PUTTING ALTERNATES NOW IN HIS CHAPTER??? (I love that channel btw and I love Analog horror. 🖤) PERO HNNNNNGGGGGHHHH WTFFFFFFFFF!!!

NAH, FUCK YOU!! YOU AND THAT PET HOARDER FROM THAT ONE ARC SHOULD BE BESTIES, BC WTFFFFFF. YOU GUYS ARE SCARY AF. I'LL YEET YOU INTO THE PILE OF PSYCHOS BRUV. YOU GOING IN WITH THE WHOLE ENTIRE DOG GOD CULT, DANIEL'S STALKER, ZOE'S STALKER, AND THE REST OF THEM. ALL OF YOU, GET INTO THE PIT AND BURN IN THE FLAMES OF HELL!!!

PTJ really giving us these angles man, sheesh... Man's wearing BAPE TOO? Bape underwear bruv. I can't- 💀 These mf's flexing on us, even with expensive underwear on. I'm dying in the inside.

Bitch you thought. (Also, he's giving me Gun vibes here. Shiiiiiiiiiiiit... Calm down, my feral ass, it's NOT HIM...)

AWWWW NOT THE DOGS GIVING HIM THE SCARED SIDE-EYES. 😭😭😭 (But nah, they really were all talk, barking and shiii. ALL BARK, BUT NO BITE. SMH 😤)

Yeah, you're all going to get GOT. Say your prayers now. 🙏🏽

OK, THAT'S YOUR FAULT FOR UNDERESTIMATING HIM THO. LIKE SORRY BABE, YOU DIDN'T GET THE MEMO??? 🙄 (Also, damn. If you were planning to break your phone in the first place, you should've just given it to me. I really needed a new one... 👁👄👁)

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO SHIIIIIIIIIIIT, WE GOT BACKUP?????? 👀

OHHHHH SHIIIIIISDFKJASHDFKJDHFHKSDHF IT'S HUDSONNNNN!!!!!!!! OMGGGGGG I NEVER EXPECTED TO FEEL HAPPINESS WHEN I JUST SAW HUDSON. LIKE BROOOOO COMING IN WITH THE CLUTCH FRFR. 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽 PERO DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN, HE REALLY BODYING ALL OF THEM. OMG IM FUCKING SQUEALING RN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

OMGGGASHDFJASDHFJSDFHDSFDJKH. I... AM.... SCREAMINGGGGGGGGG!!!!!! JAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!! 😫😫😫😫💛💛💛💛💛💛

A KING FOR NONVIOLENCE, LET'S GOOOOOO!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍 (I loved how he just shows up without having to beat up anybody. Instead, he drives his motorcycle and scares people off of cliffs. God bless his pure heart.) 💀

UGHHHHHH THIS LINE UP IS SO GOOD BRO. I'M ALREADY HYYYYYYYYYYYYYPED!!!! 😆😆😆😆😆

AAAAAAAAAALRIGHTYYYYYY, SO THIS CONCLUDES CH. 435. Holy crap, I haven't finished a review THIS early in a while. BUT ANYWAYS, I really want to know why they're getting in Daniel's way of learning more about Jinyoung Park. Like, who are they? Jinyoung's bodyguards or something? 😅 They most likely might have beef with Jinyoung, but they've been hella pressed ever since Danny boy arrived. He's just trying to find this man, just leave him alone!! 😩 But what if they joined forces in trying to find Jinyoung...? Idk, just a little afterthought in the back of my mind. They might have some sort of compromise or something. Eugene style...? 😂✨ Anything is possible at this point

Also, "short and simple" my ass. I just realized that I went overboard AGAIN.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism spoilers #lookism spoiler #lookism 435 #lookism memes #lookism meme #daniel park #park hyungseok #hudson ahn #jay hong #hong jaeyeol

[dirtytransmasc]

I don't have a title for this, I barely know what it is. it popped into my skull and I need it out, I need it out asap, cause its hurting me.

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Quaritch and Spider are both dead.

Quaritch had been watching, bonding with the boy from a distance. Even if the kid hated him, he was growing on him, making him soft. The boy's well-being quickly became the up most priority. Despite this, Spider manages to sustain a fatal injury in battle, right in front of Quaritch, right in front of his father.

Quaritch gives himself up, offers his life for spiders, begging Jake and Neytiri, anyone who will listen, to save his son. to their credit, they try, they really try, but Spider is too far gone, and all they can do is give him one last moment with his dad. All Quaritch can think to say is that he sees him, he sees his son, he sees who he a mix of pure human and Na'vi essence.

After he loses Spider, he gives his life to Neytiri, and tells her to make it painful (he knows now, he knows the pain of a child's death, your son's death, nothing will ever compare, nothing will match that pain. death, no matter how painful Neytiri made, was bliss to him), takes his death sentence with open arms (he doesn't want to live in a world without his son). He embraces the afterlife with open arms (he never gave life after death much thought; he didn't care if there was a heaven or hell, didn't care where he was going. He already knew if they did exist. But now he had Eywa to question and a son to worry about. he wanted to be with his son, but how hard he would wish for that fate would vary depending on where he goes next).

And when he wakes, he's surrounded by white light, it embraces him. He's standing in front of a Na'vi boy; he's somewhat shorter than Quaritch himself, his locked hair is black, but not like other Na'vi (it's lighter somehow), and his face is familiar.

It comes to him quickly, this is his son, this is Spider; they are in Eywa, or in whatever afterlife she grants her people, and she had given spider the one thing he truly wanted. He was Na'vi now.

It's slow, both are hesitant to move or even breathe too hard, scared one wrong move, and this all fades away. Spider stares at himself with wonder, then his dad, then their surroundings. Quaritch can only look at his son, his beautiful boy who he had already lost too many times.

All at once, he can't stop himself from scooping Spider up, it's harder now, he's not so small anymore, but he manages. he holds his boy like he's gonna disappear, and Spider clings to him.

"I see you," their last words to each other echoed back to them in unison.

for a moment, they pretend, pretend they're not dead, pretend everything is as it should be (maybe it is). Spider tackles his dad, and Quaritch lets him pin him, only lightly batting at him in response. He watches as his boy tests out all his new features; flicking his ears, wagging his tail, hissing even. There's such an innocence to it, and Quaritch soaks it up. but then something changes, spider stills, sits up (still in his father's lap) and reaches for his braid.

He doesn't even ask; it's clear what he wants, but he speaks anyway.

"Eywa can only hold us hear so long, y'know, the whole 'everything's born twice' thing... I just want... just before you go," he can't bring himself to say it, but he gives some damn good puppy dog eyes.

Quaritch has only bonded with his Ikran before, he has no idea what to really do or expect, but he doesn't hesitate to oblige his son. He's slow, gentle, as he binds their tswin.

It's so overwhelming, even for Quaritch, who has bonded before, but Spider practically faints into him. There's so much to feel; emotions, memories, thoughts, love. Spider drowns in it. It's all he's ever wanted, connection, love, acceptance. He feels his father's love for him, the fear that lingered in the older man, and all the while, his father is holding him, cradling him like a baby (like the baby he never got to hold, who he only has memories of his original self hurting, who he wished he could have treated better).

They cling to each other, like they're part of a desperate tragedy (maybe they are) even as the light overtakes them, as they are reborn, but that's ok. They trust Eywa; if they belong together, they'll be together.

#ow #I hurt myself in the process of writing this #just know quaritch was crying like a little bitch the whole time #spider was too #he's just better at hiding it behind those puppy dog eyes #I just want them to love eachother #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #spider socorro #spider avatar #avatar spider #quaritch #they're my fucked up father/son duo #also before anyone tries to make this weird #parents bond with their children when they're young #but they didn't get that chance #so they get it now #avatar 2

[eldritch-spouse]

How does Breg able to live among humans after they hold him hostage in literal prison and made him mate against him own will. How does he come up with trusting humans? Just from one fetish? Despite all caused trauma?

How did he even gain human kink in the first place?

Breg, his trauma and humans

A couple of things here-

The facility isn't operated solely by humans. Monsters have a lot to gain from keeping breeders hostage, especially undeads, which usually cannot procreate due to wide-range fertility issues. The profit goes both ways, plently of monsters get to perpetuate themselves and humans receive a huge cut of money/goods for providing workers and specialists (because, since breeders cannot reproduce with humans, it would be pointless for humanity to get involved otherwise). So Breg's trauma isn't merely connected to humanity, he was abused by both monsters and humans.

Fact of the matter is he's still maladjusted to this day. He doesn't trust anyone, he's alert 24/7, he can't stand most other monsters and he doesn't know how to interact with people he surprisingly wants to get to know without having to lower himself like some sort of submissive dog- Because Breg hasn't been taught a middle term, he thinks others will misinterpret his stance as an aggressive one if he's not smiling and hunching constantly.

The reason Breg latches onto humans is because, in spite of still having done horrid things to him, like the rest- They're smaller. Their voices are not as scary, they're easier to kill if need be, softer. If he had to choose, even knowing it amounts to nothing, the breeder would prefer to be tortured by humans over creatures much bigger and more intimidating. Some humans even showed him fear, they looked intimidated by the breeder, and that made him feel safer around them. It's not a proper, rational justification for his favored treatment of humans, but here's the thing- It doesn't need to be.

Because a traumatized, desperate mind will latch onto anything it can, it will warp anyone's perception of reality. To Breg, humans were always the lesser evil. Humans were gentler. Not because they wanted to, purely because they didn't have the same physical power their monstrous coworkers had.

His fetish flares to the surface as soon as he escapes and immediately surrounds himself by humans. They seem so much nicer outside, weaker, livelier, prettier! No needles or guns and sedatives, no stifling suits and tasers, it's his little utopia. He craves their acceptance, companionship and love. Because his view of humanity has spiraled out of control and he idolizes us.

Especially you.

He already knew he would find his mate amidst humans well before Breg found you. But it's that misplaced act of genuine kindness that you don't think twice about that seals it.

Monsters, on the other hand, will almost always be met with a lot of initial hostility. There's chances he can befriend them, especially those smaller or more easy-going. Part of why he accepted Fasma as quickly as he did is because Fasma is short and so goofy that Breg can't feel intimidated. The breeder will usually always take a human's side during confrontations, and can even intervene in matters that don't concern him to save a human from a monster's attack.

#Bregory

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VICIOUS (The Series)

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

I don't own any gifs, photos or brands posted here. This is just a fanfiction! Don't like it? Go away and don't read it. That's it.

The point where getting married became their goal achieved. Jay and Audrey Nolan, a couple of future wrestling superstars. Audrey completed a year of college before starting all of this. But she, in addition to wanting to be her husband's manager, she wants to do the same as her favorite wrestler Chyna, fight against men.

The two of them wanted to spend their first years in AEW, and then go to another company. Their plans were already made.

"Well baby.." Jay showed the contract. "Tony wants us to read the instructions before signing."

"The only thing I hope is that they put me in several natches and don't leave me forgotten like multiple superstars."

"My love, they're not going to leave you forgotten."

"Baby, they told me they're going to put me in the men's division..."

"As my manager."

"Yeah...."

Jay looked at her. "Are you OK?"

"Yes of course."

"Okay, that's all I need."

They both agreed to sign. And since then, both dream had begun.

A LOT OF TIME LATER...

The Nolan couple arrived at AEW, trained as they were supposed to and with the figure they both wanted. Audrey felt bad because she missed her husband's belly, but at the same time she understood that it was for his good. When they entered, a woman was there to serve them.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Nolan." She greets. "My name is Scarlett Adams and I'm going to give you a tour and show you her dressing room. I did it exclusively for you. Don't tell anyone."

"Good." The two affirmed and participated in the tour. Everything seemed fine, well, except for Claudio Castagnoli, who looked at them with pure detestation.

"Whoa, whoa... here's the mister... manager and his other musketeers."

"Hey..." Jay interrupted. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"To your wife, who looks like a male with those exaggerated muscles."

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Claudio, you're lucky Moxley isn't here to calm you down with a damn fist."

Audrey crossed her arms. "Be very careful what you say, Suiza milk. Because you're not going to finish this..."

"Hey..." Jay looked at her and approached her. "Don't you remember the phrase you used to make fun of the Swiss people?"

"Yes... only my brother and I understand each other with that brand of milk..."

Claudio raised an eyebrow. "What kind of milk?"

Audrey laughed. "What milk? Well, the Suiza."

She laughed, realizing that Scarlett got the joke too.

"I don't know what's wrong with Swiss milk." Claudio growled.

"Hey Clau.." Scarlett raised her hand, laughing. "Won't you have juice too?"

The two laughed, making Jay laugh too.

"You know what? You're going to pay for it. Neither your husband nor your little friend are going to defend you." Claudio left furious. Jay barked like a dog as he passed, and there they continued their journey. The three of them arrived at the locker, everything organized for their comfort.

Scarlett crossed her arms and smiled. "I hope you like it, the staff and I left it clean for you. If you have anything, let me know and look for me."

"Clear." Jay and Audrey responded, entering the locker.

"Well.." Audrey took a small breath. "Our dreams have already begun to come true."

"Exactly, but no matter what happens, I will be with you." Jay smiled and kissed his wife. "Now go and take a walk, I'll be training here."

"Hey, but what if Claudio shows up and attacks me?"

"You do the same, love. Remember that you didn't get into the male roaster for nothing."

She went for a walk, looking out to each side to check if Claudio was not in any corner. She felt scared, but at the same time she saw that he was there, trying to intimidate Eddie Kingston and saying things to him, she looked out a little, checking what was happening. But, almost after a fight, Audrey intervened, holding off the Swiss's fist.

"Why don't you pick on someone your size?"

He stuck out his arm, leaving with his club.

"That's right big guy, get out where I can't see you."

Eddie took a breath, looking at Audrey and not believing that she defended him herself.

"Hey.. Audrey, right?"

"Yes..." She smiled. "By the way, you don't have to thank me for anything, he already owed me one."

"Right now, I wanted to fight that guy. I'm sick of him and being thought to intimidate me just because he's with Moxley."

"Me too... that fucker called me a male just because I got the figure I have. Besides, I've always wanted that, I don't know why he makes so much drama about it."

"What's wrong with your figure? You look pretty good."

"I know, right?" We both laugh.

"Hey...Audrey..." Eddie spoke once more. "Don't you mind if we're friends? I mean, nothing more than that."

"Exactly, nothing more than that. I'm recently married and I don't want to have problems with Jay. It won't be your fault, eh?"

"Well, thanks again for the help."

"You're welcome. Besides, I'm doing it for... my heroes..." She gave a sigh. "Well, I'm leaving. We'll talk later."

"Have a nice night."

TO BE CONTINUED....

Pos Data: Definition of LECHE SUIZA

Part two coming soon.

#aew #Nolan couple #eddie kingston #claudio castagnoli #kenny omega #brandon cutler #jon moxley #wheeler yuta #aew fanfiction #eddie kingston fanfiction #claudio castagnoli fanfiction #kenny omega fanfiction #brandon cutler fanfiction #jon moxley fanfiction #wheeler yuta fanfiction

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I think is very funny on how people says that the fact that Byleth has to "choose" Edelgard (level her suppor to B, talk to her to go to Enbar) means how Byleth is their only true self in CF and not in the others because you, the player, are not given a choice to dump on Dimitri or Claude, which for me is the opposite, Byleth not needing the players input makes them have a (even though small) "character", a good example of this is when Byleth can choose SS not once but twice. If you didn't /1

caught on already, a lot of the opinions on some characters (*cough Edelgard cough*) depends entirely on how much do they self-insert in them, a lot of the most "extreme" Edelfans see Byleth's and El's relationship the love story of the century and how precius and pure F!Byleth (because M!Byleth doesn't exist) "fixes" the poor and lonely El, but if they hate Dimitri or Rhea, then Byleth should have totally "put them down like an animal". I think a lot of these issues could have totally been /2

fixed if Byleth was an actual character with a voice and personality, and not somekind of weird thing between a silent character and self-insert, I know for this to work you would need to change some things (*cough Edelgard's obsession and playerpanderism cough*) but I think those problems can be fixed with a coherent and consistent character's arc. /3

I do think it's an interesting theory that the more someone self-inserts into Byleth, the harder they lean into CF, but I'm not exactly sure that's true.

For starters, it's always F!Byleth for CF. I imagine the majority players are male, and historically men have a harder time relating to a woman character than women do men (all the "controversy" over female protagonists in traditionally male-dominated stories like superheroes or just video games in general) (and no, it's not because "woman = mysterious" and "man = simple" but because we're overexposed to male writers, directors, characters, etc . . . compared to female ones). I have a feeling if they were truly self-inserting, they'd choose the gender they self-identify as.

I also fully believe there's people self-inserting as Byleth to marry characters other than Edelgard (and my God, Dimitri fans seem equally horny to be honest).

Plus, it's just impossible to prove.

I do agree that Edelgard has a subset of extreme fans who hate on every other major character and generate arguments to support their opinions rather than looking at evidence and coming to a conclusion, but hey we all do that sometimes.

I do with Byleth was a bit more of a defined character. I'm enjoying seeing them get more voiced lines in Hopes, it's doing a lot for characterization. And Shez getting multiple sentiments you pick rather than like "yes" or "ok" is going a long way towards a self-insert having more obvious personality. I also agree that if Byleth weren't such a possible blank state people would be able to respect the choices character!Byleth is making even if it's not one they like.

Also, the people who argue CF is "good actually" for Rhea and Dimitri because you "put them down" are making a disgusting argument. You put down dogs when they're in so much pain they can't recover from. You DO NOT put down mentally ill people and act like a life with mental illness isn't worth living. I'm glad I don't see it except among the most extreme Edelgard fans.

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5/?

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

🍃 LEAVES FLUTTERING IN WIND — what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school?

🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

🐈 A wide circle of friends or a narrow one? → In the real world, Cirrus barely has one (1) individual they actually like to be around - that being @mochamashi's Altair, though their relationship is difficult to label. They don't like being around many people, much less crowds, and I assure you the sentiment is mutual - Cirrus hisses and attacks and wouldn't apologize for it, any new individual is a potential threat even after they've turned out to be harmless. They're convinced threats never really go away, that they always have to be vigilant because it only takes one second for someone to change their mind and they'd be dust. If they had the chance to have friends, they'd still prefer a small amount of them, since their social batteries are always verging on zero.

🐷 Favorite animal → Wild rabbits - but not for the reasons you think. Or maybe yes. Cirrus doesn't like them because they're cute, tiny and fuzzy, unfortunately, but because they're great for meals. There are a lot of them, so chances of running out of food are low, they provide an entertaining target to chase, their size makes a good meal in one sitting, you don't have to cook them, and their pelts are very good for blankets. And crunching their bones is fun!

🐉 Favorite mythical creature → This is a tricky one. Cirrus' grasp on reality is a slippery one, they're very gullible and also happen to have their own stubborn ideas about how things are, which are usually incorrect and missing the point by a lot. Anything with a slightly dangerous background is bound to terrify them, it doesn't matter if you tell them the creature isn't actually real - it immediately becomes part of their personal imaginarium. Their favorite mythical creature, based on how improbable it would be to meet them and to face bad consequences if they do, would be Fu dogs/stone lions/shishi.

🍃 Favorite subject in school → Cirrus never went to school so I'm going to take this as a question about their favorite subject to learn about in general. And that would be nature! While they don't like the idea of studying, it's true Cirrus is an avid learner, and teaching them things can often be challenging because they always interrupt to ask questions - which might be related to the topic at hand or not at all. They like learning about the world around them, even if they're going to try to fight any new ideas that contradict any previous knowledge they already have. This often leads to absurd debates, branching questions, silly occurrences and a very snotty attitude from someone who thinks space is an ocean and clouds are like inverted lotus leaves looking down on them.

🌴 Green thumb and gardening → It's very difficult to try to grow anything Underground due to the lack of natural light, even worse in Snowdin, so Cirrus' knowledge on plant growth is purely theoretical. They have never tried growing anything themselves, since they don't have the time to wait for something to grow so they can eat it, and would much rather consume meat anyways. They do like laying down on the ground and Looking at things, so they'd be a good watch dog for plagues if the need ever arises - they don't mind eating the bugs either.

#kuvvytalks #undertale #hc #oc #cirrus