#i was not ready for any of that oh my fucking GODDDDD hELP ME

[girlwiththegreenhat]

i am never going to recover from the death shroud radio play actually

#liz blogs #fallout 4 #death shroud #its been in my watch later for like 3 months now and i just got around to listening to it all the way through #its got everything. its got nick valentine. it's got Funny Bits. it's got amazing universe writing. it's got a mystery. #its got nick valentine again. yes i'll mention him twice he's my peepaw :) nice old man #i should have expected That Ending with Those Voice Actors Present but i was still Unprepared for where that went #demonicae #bitch. i get it now. i get what you meant by 'it was relevant to my interest in more ways than one.' holy shit #that ending was crack to my brain i tell you #it starts like 'oh yeah thismight as WELL be canon though' and ends like 'oh my god thats so delightfully silly and fanfic-y. ... but still #-relatively in the bounds of canon even with that premise.' its good. oh my god its good #obscure videogame crack lore about glados and claptrap dating my beloved. that's the stupidest shit i ever seen (affectionate) #now THAT is a crackship. they are SO divorced #i was not ready for any of that oh my fucking GODDDDD hELP ME #also i never considered nora and danse dating but actually. thats really funny. she has a type. she just replaced her fucking husband #its basically the same guy twice.

[hidden-poet]

Okay just read chapter 3 on Snow Lands on Top and HOLY SHIT LETS UNPACK THIS MASTERPIECE!!!!

Mabel is a BADASS, FREAKIN’ LOVE THIS GIRL 🩷🩷🩷

I just love love how throughout the story these two "lovebirds" keep going back and forth with each other 😂

Okay Mabel calling Grandma'am a crazy old bat had me DEAD on the floor 😂 and Coryo telling Mable he had every right to do what he wants to her… okay daddy okay... 🥵

Not him grabbing her wrist to make sure she sits next to him 😫🥵

MABLE STANDING UP to GRANDMA’AM with spelling out his name!!!!! This girl is truly fearless and loves testing this family and her captor 😂

Not her singing the Panem national anthem then adding her own Coryo twist to it… i love her pissing him off so much 😂 (also not me singing Lana Del Rey’s - National Anthem in my head after reading this 😂)

NOW the way he just joins her in the shower had me like… 😫 the way he just looks down at her body... him WASHING her hair roughly 😫 and tilting her head to wash it out 😫 while he presses her back against him 😫 GOOD GODDDDD HELP ME 🥵 He probably really enjoyed her getting shampoo in her eyes 😂 but then again, I mean... he did warn us... 👀 AND when he says “Are you worried I’ll touch you?” BOY YOU ALREADY DID!!!

HER STICKING HER TONGUE OUT TO HIM, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS CUTIE PIE?! SHES SO FREAKIN' LOVEABLE 🥹🩷

And he's so fucking cocky I love it!!

Grandma’am ordering her to get her coat and put it on her then shooed her away 😂😂

This man really be keeping her locked up in a tower like Rapunzel?! I love a toxic man obsessed with power and control against his prisoner and treating her like his own little doll he can play with at any time and any way 😫

Dr. Gaul… the fact that she knows what's going on and calling her a 'pet' and how both her and Coryo want Mable under control like a submissive dog to him... SO DARK I LOVE IT 😈 And Mable meeting Dr. Gaul… DUN DUN DUN - I can't wait to see how that shit goes DOWN

Okay Mable sitting next to Grandma’am and sharing her chocolate almonds with her 🥹🥹 and not Coryo getting butthurt that she was nice to Grandma’am but bit him 😂 and her COMEBACK comment at that was just PERFECT 😂😂

I love how he locks her in with himself in the bedroom and is just training her... command me all day daddyyy 😈🥵 Her scribbling 'no' on the paper 😂 AND NOT THIS MAN HOLDING HER OFF FROM DINNER FOR NOT FINISHING IN TIME!!! Rude boy...

"The stronger party got to tell the weaker what to do." - YES 100% HE IS ABOVE ME AND I AM BELOW HIM AND HE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO 😫😫

Now the ending of this chapter...

Him getting so frustrated at her for still being her "old district self" and wanting her to be an educated Capitol girl so bad 😫

"He slaps her across the cheek, but she turns her head right back to him, ready for more." - DO IT AGAIN 😈

Okay so this man is getting kinky now with punishing her by slapping her ass 100 times 😂 the way he is LITERALLY teaching her a lesson on math... slap after slap after slap when she gets it wrong and making her start from the top until she gets it 100% right 😫🥵 SO FREAKIN' HOTTT 🥵🥵 kinky son of a bitch...

Okay but in all honesty the poor girl probably can't walk now 😂 her ass is PURPLE!!!

He is becoming more and more unhinged and violent with her to get her into submission to him and he is beyond TERRIFYING here because he would not stop until she got it right. He's way more scary in this than in Commander Snow 1000%

I love love how scary he is in this one, makes the story soooo fun and exciting, especially with Mable's sass mouth; which will lead her to more harsh punishments from Coryo 🥵

I always wonder if she's ever going to develop Stockholm syndrome... I definitely would 😂 oh wait... I already have 😂

I AM MISSING SO MUCH MORE HERE BUT I CANT FUNCTION PROPERLY RIGHT NOW AFTER READING THIS MASTERPIECE OF ART!!!

I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHAPTER 4!!!! I'M GOING FERAL FOR IT!!! THIS STORY IS SO FUCKIN' AMAZINGGG MY GOSHHH!!!

And can't wait for chapter 5 for Commander Snow 🩷

I LOVE comments like this so much ❤️❤️ ❤️

I could read them all day long.

Begging you to keep them coming so I know what’s a hit and what’s a miss.

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader #hunger games #dark!coriolanus snow

[dany36]

just finished the burning shores aND—

THEY DID IT. THEY FUCKING DID IT!!!!! GAYLOY IS REAL AND HERE TO STAY!!!!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!! I....ok, first, some thoughts about the dlc before i continue to scream about the obvious:

loved love love the new frog enemy. the bilegut?? at first i thought that those fly enemies (the ones that hatch from eggs lol i forget their names) were kinda cool but then i did the cauldron and like...when they all come in swarms at you? FUCK that lmao hated their asses so much.

i messed up the waterwing part where you have to dive to avoid the tower lasers haha i didn't make it to the end without my waterwing dying on me, but that part was pretty cool!

i already gushed over this but GILDUN!!! MY BOY GILDUN!!!! i was so happy to see him alive and well!!! i wish i hadn't spoiled myself the fact that he was gonna appear in the dlc but oh well, i still really enjoyed doing his sidequest :)

the horus fight was pretty intense, but the fight with walter was kinda lame lol. i mean i guess he can't really do too much to you since he's hooked up to the horus, but like...his last words to aloy before dying were also beyond pathetic. but well, i guess that's the zenith for ya, just a bunch of pathetic rich people.

ALVA!!!! MY GIRL ALVA OH MY GODDDDD i literally screamed when i saw her!!!! AND HER THEME SONG STARTED PLAYING LAKJSDFLAJKSDLFKJ I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! ;_; when are we gonna meet her girlfriend!!!! ahhhh she's so precious alskjdflakjdfljk

that fight with zeth or whatever?? freaking annoying!! i don't think i was fighting him right lol i kept trying to combo him but he would just beat the crap out of me and shoot me incessantly with that damn zenith weapon. was seyka supposed to help you distract him here? cus wow he just would NOT stop shooting at me, i used up like 4 large potions and almost all of my berries. i can't imagine how insane this fight must be in ultra hard!!

i really liked how they incorporated a "bandit camp" into the dlc!! but also that part where you infiltrate their camp after rescuing valea (i think that was her name) was so funny, i was trying to go the stealthy way but after she freed her comrades, she did a war cry and everyone just started attacking the enemy quen. amazing!!!

the epilogue with sylens and aloy telling him he'll always be alone...oof, kinda rough there, aloy!!! but i mean considering their history, it's only fair for her to act towards him like that...

i still have a couple of quests to go: the aerial viewpoints (got one), still missing one pangea figurine, and...well i guess i have to look around and completely explore to see if there are any more sidequests that will pop up, but idk i feel like in terms of sidecontent this dlc has a bit less than frozen wilds?? but i mean that's a minor complaint when...

SEYKA. holy shit. i already posted about this before but i seriously was not expecting this to go all the way fucking out with ALOY FUCKING KISSING HER AT THE END OF THE DLC!!!! OK i actually don't know if she kisses her regardless of which option you take or what the hell is going on there (i'll have to do some research...), but I chose the "Yes, I do" option because i think the other options didn't really align with what aloy had been mumbling to herself all throughout the DLC?? like the other options were "i'm not ready for this" and "this is too much for me" but like...GIRL....LITERALLY right before meeting her you were like "i'm not ready to say goodbye to her yet" and "she wants to meet me where we first met. there's nothing to be nervous about"??? this girl fucking fell HARD for seyka and it would have been silly for her to say anything other than "yes, i do". it broke my heart because WELLP THERE GOES HAWK AND THRUSH ALL DREAMS CRUSHED I SUPPOSE RIP TALANAH but like...damn, i guess there really was no way forward with that with the whole amadis BS that they did in the main game and with her still having feelings for amadis, huh? :( sighhhhh oh well!!! is it time now to board on to the next ship??

now, am i happy about the kiss and aloy having a crush on seyka? absolutely! but one thing that i'm NOT completely sure about is the chemistry. yeah yeah they're both very similar to each other, they kept pushing that throughout the entire DLC and about aloy being an outcast and comparing that to seyka, they're both capable warriors, and god how can seyka not fall for the girl that literally saved her sister's life and the rest of her tribe. that whole section in pangea park was pretty cute but, and i also already mentioned this before, up until the end it felt kind of one-sided to me. of course, i think that might be because we literally can only hear aloy's thoughts about this throughout the whole game, and i MAY have missed some seyka hints because i'm always oblivious as fuck when it comes to that kind of thing, but IDK. i mean yeah i like them together cus aloy obviously likes her and it was super cute seeing her be all nervous about it, cus i mean who wouldn't support aloy with whoever makes her feel like THAT??? so it looks like aloy/seyka will be endgame! unless something else happens in the third game, so i don't know!!! exciting to see where this relationship goes and how they will handle it and other romantic love shenanigans for aloy in the third game!

last thing i will say is that i watched that "Meet Seyka" video or whatever that pops up on the playstation home, and seyka's actress talks about how aloy has never met anyone like seyka before: i.e. another powerful warrior who is a women and is all badass and shit. and obviously i'm not blaming the actress for saying this at all, but immediately when i heard that i was like ummmmm talanah is right there lol. i really didn't want to think about seyka as a talanah 2.0 but well idk, i really hope we get to see talanah join the gang in the third game because it really would be a shame if they were to push aside the only carja team member from the first game when GOD the potential for her character is HUGE and i don't want to see it go to waste :( me saying this putting the whole aloy/talanah ship aside, talanah is just a really cool and interesting character despite that weirdass sidequest they gave her in forbidden west.

ANYWAY i think i'm just mindlessly ranting at this point, so overall i will say i enjoyed the DLC, LOVE WINS, GAY RIGHTS ETC and well, now to browse the tag and see what other folks are saying!!! :)

#horizon forbidden west #burning shores #horizon forbidden west spoilers #burning shores spoilers #horizon #hfw spoilers #junk

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

ok bhah ch11 my longest yeah boi ever

i’m literally... so excited I can’t even read it ok ok

oh no not the wedding invitations not this

i swear to god if we have to go through this wedding. knifeemoji

listen I have a fear that we’re gonna get the break up and the car accident same as canon dear god don’t put us through that either

no fears *literally everything that could make bhah more painful* several fears dot meme

god not the jamie invite. she cant even do it. another sign from god you are choosing to ignore

straight to Jamie’s house oh

lmao the red door I just worked out that’s a hill house reference from when I was wondering in like ch3(?) lol the inner workings of my dumbass brain never stop

“can we talk?” it’s happening what is happening

Dani was so tired of lying oh my god

my heart is literally beating so fast

alone in Jamie’s room bro wtf wtf

Jamie is just so soft and understanding always always aaaahhhhh

fuck she just wants out of this wedding so bad but she can’t even tell him

AAAHHH SHE KISSED HER OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING

fuck fgkjhdfkjgh this is not good oh no. Dani finally finally fucking doing something for herself and Jamie so aware that this cannot be happening like this right now

and yet both of them just falling into it anyway oh my goddddd

jesus christ jesus christ “Dani had half crawled into Jamie’s lap, kissing her with a fierce and fervent heat” I am on deaths door

god they’ve both wanted this for so so so so long I can’t believeeeeee

(i am so thrilled that y’all just went there right away btw)

“Please, just - I just want to feel how I’m supposed to.” oucchhhh Dani

god her just... knowing. after one kiss w Jamie that she can finally do it and talk to him and end it and it’s so terrifying but goddd yes

“You think I can ever say no to you?” oof

“Ask,” Jamie breathed. “Ask me.” fucking fuck the power of this line oh my god Jamie is so fucking ready to jump of a bridge for her it’s- the dedication the love the longing the everything I am going insane is it too early to start drinking at 1pm

you’re not you can’t NOT THE CANON DINER SCENE

fuck this is like watching a car crash i can’t look away it’s so fucking visceral and nerve-wracking and painful

but god I’m so proud of her for finally saying what she wants

oh thank fuck y’all didn’t take him out with a passing delivery truck

“You must have known. You know me.” oh god this sentiment always kills me

“She couldn’t say it — the words ‘I’m gay’ forever out of reach — so instead she said, “I can’t.”” my whole body is on fire oh my god this is.... too fucking real

jesus christ the near miss w the truck are u trying to kill me (i actually kind of love that Dani will have to deal w her feelings w him face to face instead of having to bury it all in grief like in canon I am so excited to see how y’all handle that)

a fucking HOUR in the car dfkjghdfkjh the torture

oh honey. literally both of them suffering so much ouch

her favourite saucepan pls this is all so awful and sad but that make me laugh so much the poor confused little duck I am glad she has her comforts

god poor Dani

"Is she here to cook something?"  fgkjdhfkgjhfkjgdf

“No. I think you’re brave.” oh

“We’ll figure it out." listen listen I am undoubtedly losing my mind god this is soft

“She had spent so long being asked and not asking. Never asking. She never dared. To ask was to be known, to be made visible, words forging reality as surely as a smith’s hammer. And yet Jamie waited, letting Dani gather the courage herself.

"Can I -?" Dani said, "- stay?"” please fuck I am just so !!!!!!!! about Dani getting to know what she wants and having a fucking voice. just !!!!!!!!

“Jamie inviting her in” fucking just both of them finally getting some of that quiet courage w each other I am yelling so much

“Dani knew that it wasn't just her feeling this, that it had never just been her.” YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT BABEY

““But you do?” Dani asked. “Want to?”

Jamie’s answering laugh was brief and incredulous. “You have no idea.”” I AM: HOOTIN. AND: HOLLERIN

“I am here” hello? hello I am not coping I am on another plane of existence. DANI FINALLY FEELING SO PRESENT AND WHOLE IN THIS MOMENT

god they’re just holding each other i’m tearing up. Jamie is her home

Dani finally sleeping through the night ow my fucking heart

Mikey’s so chill about all of this sdkdhfdkj I love him

Jamie going out n buying her favourite jam... god the tenderness. love is stored in the strawberry jam and the hairdryer

hmmmmm her attraction to Jamie is so closely tied to a lot of really hard feelings this is gonna take a bit to work through huh???

aw Jamie going to Carson I am so happy she has her little band of gays to help her rn

I love that she can just kiss her now when she gets the urge like maybe chill out a lil just landing all these surprise kisses but like good for u girl. good for both of u

the warmth of the house hmmmmm I love that she’s found this esp because she is perpetually cold and Jamie is always warm but keeps it like that for the kid (and probably for Dani too) aaahhhh

cgjkdfhkjgh Dani is so thirsty poor Jamie trying to keep them in check. these moments are so fucking loaded holy shit

Dani Jamie and Mikey are the cuuutest lil family aw

god the tentativeness between them trying to figure this all out and the casual intimacy and just. all of it is so much and so beautiful to watch unfold

i love this little bubble inside Jamie’s house and Jamie kind of drawing the curtains around them both physically and metaphorically while she lets Dani figure things out and lets it settle between them

it’s all about the hands

oh my god Hannah instantly asking if she needs a place to stay she really is the best

soft little mornings with her Jamie like... once Dani finally defeats the ball of guilt in her chest there is so much goodness to look forward to and I am v glad she has that right now even as she is still struggling a bit. my girl needs all the sweetness in her life

also the idea of Jamie getting to wake up to sleeping Dani in her bed every morning after a lifetime of trying to repress her feelings... god

heh she’s already figuring out all the ways to push Jamie’s buttons god these two are going to have some fun w each other

this idea of learning the creaking floorboards of a new home is so... warm

Jamie leaving all the curtains drawn for her oh my heart keeping her safe keeping her safe

Nan would be so proud of ms Dani u know it’s true

awww Mikey comin home to keep her company

Mikey Dani time is always so sweet I love them

my god Dani n Jamie are so intense w each other and just so full of fucking desire... when those floodgates finally open will they even survive

oof Dani is dealing with soooo much ugh. Jamie always there with a gentle way to bring her back down to earth tho my hearrrtttt

“You’re allowed to be happy.” she is SHE IS ty Jamie Taylor voice of reason

a pinky promise to deal with everything together awwww

“why are you so good to me” “you know why” oh my goddddddd. that’s so soft that’s so gentle that’s so much love

Dani finding little bits in herself in media god i love this

Dani Mikey hours best hours

god Carson... sweet boy. And Judy sending over a whole bunch of food oof just. these quiet little reminders of their love for her. Dani’s about to go through a whole bunch more emotions huh?

fkjdfkjgfh Mikey going into protector mode when Carson is there pls i love hm

ohmy “our room” aaaaaaahhhhh

god Dani expecting him to be upset with her I am so fucking emotional. I relate far too much to Dani in canon and in this story and it’s just. painful as hell to see someone go through the things you know hurt the most holy shit

please Carson is so sweet and understanding and telling her he’s proud of her is making me cry so much I can barely see

this whole like.. uncomfortable but relief-filled kind of coming out between her and Carson is so so beautifully done I can’t stop fucking crying

“God, you two were agony to watch.”  fglkdfgkjdfhkjgh Carson a voice of the people

“You deserve to be happy.” - Carson and also me and also everyone reading this

god he is so wonderful!!!!!! this reminder that she’s not alone and everything will be ok!!!!!!! Carson I love you so much

the box being described as “the beating heart of their childhood“ god the imagery

Jamie so sweetly making room for her and welcoming her into a home I am emotional again the tears have really been unlocked now I’m gonna be a mess the whole rest of this chapter (i say as if I haven’t been already)

the really sweet way Jamie gets her to open up and trust her with the things that have been on her mind

and Dani doing the same for her god this gentle honest space between them makes my heart feel so full I am just so happy that they’ve got each other

“I want you to stay.” please (also now I’m thinking about AE putting Stay on her Jamie playlist jesus christ I am being tortured)

they get... to wake up.... in bed together. i’m so close to crying again when will this stop

i kind of love there hasn’t really been any like... just no more kissing u know but we still get this insane intimacy between them in a way that’s not them shying away from the way they want each other but so carefuly and sweetly and honestly coming towards each other

awww them always waking up all tangled is so cuuute (also Dani feeling so safe and comfy with her that her subconscious is like lets latch on she is good she is home)

lmao Dani having to mediate between these two dweebs and their playfights is so good

Jamie having her lil family surrounding her aww

(also i just noticed the rating change oh god)

sfkjfhdg Jamie looking at her hips all dark eyes and wanting we’ve all been there girl

“you can look” BOLD DANI MY BELOVED

god these two........ the grabbing her silver chain god @ google how to breathe properly??????

“Then show me.” oh my god

fkgjhdfkj so much electricity they shorted out the power

“this is just as nice” when they’re just hugging please they are so soft

i love that there’s just like... gentle soft banter between them in these quiet moments so much

“Dani, give him more homework.”  ghrfjkhjgkjgh

god the heated cheek kiss

this ‘game of chicken’ god they’re just.... really in it huh this is so fun

hmmm Dani going through the suitcases and sort of being able to bring some of herself/her past into this new place is so nice

heh this lil family and their snowfights are so cute

:( she can’t bring herself to eat Judy’s food

Jamie bringing her flowers oh soft

ugh they’re just so softly melting into being together it’s so sweeeeeeeet

“You’re lovely.” and the way Jamie just sinks into her with Dani’s fingers in her hair pleeease I am dying this is so warm

aaaahhhh they’re dancing soft soft soft

“gray eyes fluttered closed, as though the weight of Dani’s touch was too much to bear” god i am..... aaaahhhh

“a gentle calm settling within her. It had seemed that for all her life she had waited for the quiet of this” y’all this is so beautiful and lovely and wonderful and all the good things

ah that kiss. kinda feels like their first real kiss where they just get to be god I am so happy “a profound sense of finally” oh oh oh that’s such a pretty concept

god I love how much they just want each other that second kiss and them just all over each other is perfect and having to try and reel that in and being able to because they know it’s not going anywhere please it’s so so good

god Dani vs Desert Hearts I love this callback and the entirely different circumstances of her watching it again

dsjfhdkjfh oh no Dani losing her mind at Jamie touching her knee god these two have got the biggest storm coming

dfkdjhkgdjh god them like.... trying to take things slow but still letting things happen while having to be aware of Mikey is so funny but I kinda love it and how indicative it all is of them being so grown up and able to approach their relationship in such a mature way. as much as I wish they’d had their teenage love story I do like that it’s unfolding this way now.

“it struck Dani then that she couldn’t remember ever laughing while doing this.” aww

Mikey’s “oh gross” hahahaha poor kid

god this is so funny

“ferret kid” jamie why are u like this sfkjhdfkjf

oh lordt it seems we have reached the unabashedly horny phase good show ol’ chaps

god they’re still so soft tho this is so fun to read

i looove how flustered they both make each other w just their presence. it’s just so !!!!!!

lmao Dani knowing exactly what to do to drive Jamie insane is fdkgfdkjgh perfect amazing show stopping more neck kisses more teasing more barely restrained desire i love it

“the reckless rush of being in each other’s arms” AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

lmaooooo Mikey Jamie is going to lock you outside if u keep doing this

the fact it can just fade back to comfortable companionship too is like. ugh i love them together

“Yeah. You can touch me whenever you want.” oh jesus

“No more interruptions, no more waiting, no more holding back.” it’s happening god it’s happening everyone stay calm (also the slow build to this point has been so fucking perfect y’all are writerly geniuses)

lmao Dani is like please can we just get naked why do u want to watch a movie I am literally right here

oh she is not waiting anymore THAT’S MY GIRL GO GET EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER WANTED I LOVE YOU

“What do you want?” god the tension

aaaaahhhhh just. them being so out of their minds with want but still all nervous and wanting to check in but still just. wanting this so much god this is *chef’s kiss*

lmao Dani already having the hair pulling thing figured out is so good. poor Jamie lol is she even going to survive this

god the fact they’re both still fully clothed n still getting this fucked up just making out n grinding on each other I love this for them

mum just came in to tell me dinner is ready I AM ALREADY EATIN GOOD

lmao fuck I am just... so thrilled for Dani finally getting to experience this get ur whole world rocked baby u deserve this

thumb in her mouth i-

“my idiot” pls that’s so soft

“You have me.” i know this is like. horny but it’s also so romantic sfgkjhdfkjg

ayoooo Jamie’s tattoo excuse me while I lose my mind a lil bit

my god Dani is so impatient to get her naked I love her for it so much “I just want to feel you”... ma’am

Jamie being all nervous is so cute aw

god having this lil moment where they just call each other beautiful n get all cute about it while they’re fully naked n grinding on each other.... perfection

god I can’t stop thinking about every other mention of Dani having sex w Eddie and it just being like adequate or like her not letting him touch her and now LOOK AT MY BABY GO SHE’S REALLY HAVIN THE TIME OF HER LIFE LITERALLY BEGGING TO BE TOUCHED LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO

I feel like I’m like cheering Jamie on rn sfjkghdfkj u guys need anything? some snacks? a condom?? ur doing great!!

Dani crying and thanking her like this is an acceptance speech love that for her

Jamie kissing all over her face aww

I can’t believe this whole chapter is them just getting to fall in love for real

“I want to taste you” i am blushing goddamn Jamie get it

oh my god the dream. she’s literally living out her dreams

“that same focused intensity that could make kingdoms fall” I love that Jamie is just as into getting Dani off as Dani is getting off lmao GOOD FOR THEM

Dani: desperately tryin to get Jamie off. Jamie: are u sure u want to tho??? miss ma’am let the girl touch u already she deserves it (but i do love that she’s always just like.... never wanting to make Dani do anything she doesn’t wholeheartedly want to)

“You sitting here on top of me like this is doing more for me than you can imagine.”  iconic jamie moment

Jamie literally just like.... ‘you can do whatever you want to figure this out’ is so sweet I love her capacity for just. giving herself over to Dani in every way (not just the horny ones) to let her forge her own path

“It was easy to understand now, the exhilaration of it, why people went crazy for it.” god I love this for her so much everything just falling into place

they’re so soft n comfy together and it’s all just so right and lovely

i love that once they’ve started they basically can’t stop honestly get it girls u deserve all the orgasms

“When did you know?” “Sixteen years.” oof my heart she’s known the whole time aaahhhh. all these lil memories god it really was all out of love I could cry. and Jamie admitting the scarf/scar thing whew she really carried around that moment on her face for the whole world to see (also lol at Dani being so fixated on it this whole time that’s so perfect)

heh they’re so cute with their lil teasing banter exchange

lol goddamn this so so spicy I am just dfklghfjkdjghkjdf (that is to say well fucking done I can’t even speak rn)

Jamie just being like you could literally just look at me and I am turned on I... love this whole situation for her so much

god they’re really just going all in Dani is getting like the.... lesbian sex speed run amen

oh god not Karen on the phone just hang up Dani do it do it

god she is so evil

omg she told her abt Jamie go off Dani I am v v proud of u right now

and she hung up on her godbless babe i LOVE your audacity

heh Jamie so transfixed by Dani’s lil purple sweater and skirt I love her

Dani u are such a tease sfkgjdfkg good 4 u tbh

awwww she got Dani’s desk for her oh my god that’s so lovely

Dani n Jamie being entirely not subtle over dinner w their lingering glances and Carson just laughing at them fkjghdkfjgh i love it. he’s so happy for them even w his teasing aw

aaahhh i just love Jamie giving her this space and this room in the house and Dani feeling so right in it

oooh an almost “I love you” god they’re just fuckin u-haulin in love perfection huh

and now we’re back to horny hours love this for them. gotta bless that desk somehow huh!?

i love the mentions of all this soft stuff about belonging when they’re about to rail each other it really rounds it out emotionally

“Get on your knees.” OH MY GOD THE JAMIE ON HER KNEES REDEMPTION MOMENT IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING

HELL YEAH IT IS this is truly what we all deserve

oh my god literally ripping her clothes off her fuck i love how desperate they are for each other and just how into this they both are always

dfgkjdfh jesus Dani are u ever going to be able to get work done at this desk again after Jamie does.... all of this to u on it

“Good girl.” the single most powerful sentence in the lesbian language

jesus christ this is still so incredibly steamy sdflkhskhg it never ends. and them like.... experiementing a bit w some different um. approaches? lol good 4 them good 4 them (and us)

my god them instantly getting all soft after about making each other happy please they’re so dang cute

ok love that we are also getting Dani on her knees it’s equality.gif

this little “I like you” “I like you too” confession right now is... so fucking soft and like... after everything they’ve gone through they still have the power to kinda knock each other off their feet w lil things like this huh?? sappy lil shits

oh no Judy I am scared

holy shit Dani “Didn't think you'd love me anymore” owwww my heart

god Judy is such a good mama I love her so much. reassuring her she’s still a part of the family my god I am so emo. she loves her so much

aw I love this lil shared bathroom scene after so many awkward moments w Dani and Eddie in their bathroom and so many mentions of her fogged reflection. things are finally clear and it’s wonderful!!

lol Jamie well if u didn’t want Dani to get all horny u shouldn’t have worn suspenders!!!!! it’s simple math!

god Dani has changed so much this chapter which only takes place over a couple of weeks right?!?!? after so much anxiety and being so unsure of herself this is so fucking beautiful to see

stop the car thing oh my godddd. she doesn’t even care about having her own cause she’s so happy w the person she’s sharing with I’m so overwhelmingly happy

“You’re perfect.” please I will cry this chapter was so perfect (also so are the memes I cackled so much)

#bhah #lmao this is long as fuck #god this chapter was good I love everythng about it #we did it joe #lord what an experience

[lihikainanea]

i wanna hear your interpretation of how bill would handle tigers anxiety spells. where she’ll be so anxious, she has trouble handling anything, especially intimacy. maybe it’s been a week since they’d even made out, he’s getting worried, and she even cries from how needy she is, but she’s so wrapped in her own head :(

oh goddddd my heart.

Listen, nani. LISTEN. makeout sessions are the best, you know? And Bill--big, sappy, lovesick Bill--he needs a makeout session at least once every two days or so. It doesn’t have to be planned, nothing too hot or heavy, just his girl on his lap with his hand up her shirt while a show plays idly in the background, getting the sweet sin kissed right out of him. Bill loves kissing, he always has, and kissing tiger is like his second favourite thing to use his mouth for on her.

And for as much as tiger need a good spanking every now and then to set her right--Bill needs a makeout sesh. It clears his head, gets him thinking straight again, helps him figure shit out.

But tiger’s anxiety is not only mildly unpredictable, but it’s also kind of cyclical. She’ll get caught up in circles with no way out, really. The affection is always the first thing to go--she’ll stop initiating it all together, really just won’t even realize that she hasn’t hugged him all day or that she didn’t kiss him goodbye when she left for work, or even that when she climbs into bed there’s like a metre distance between them and she doesn’t seek out his warmth. She doesn’t realize. He’ll only get a few small kisses if he goes in for them, but even then tiger squirms and starts to get uncomfortable if he tries to initiate a little more. Intimacy is probably hard for her under any circumstances, but when she’s this caught up with anxiety? it’s almost impossible for her. That side of her just shuts down. She doesn’t think about any of it--about sex, about kissing, about closeness. That part of her brain is switched the fuck off and not a single thought about any of it creeps in.

But like, here’s what so beautiful right--god I die--is that over the course of a few weeks, tiger won’t even realize how needy she’s getting. But she’ll get real fussy, she’ll get real fucking worked up and uncomfortable and it’s because she’s lacking in all of the things that usually set her right--his comfort, his affection. Bill’s a real affectionate dude with her and maybe tiger doesn’t realize how much she relies on his touch to ground her, to make her feel good, to calm her down. So when she’s shirking his affections without realizing, then she gets really fussy without realizing, and it’s just a fucking mess. She’s needy, she has no idea that all of this discomfort and bad feelings is from neediness, and she really has no idea that it’s because she’s been so withdrawn and pulled away from him.

Bill kind of hates it, when she gets like this--not only because he is robbed of all affection, but because he hates seeing her get in so deep like this. Tiger can really get consumed by things, and anxiety is one of the biggest ones. She’ll spin herself in circles, just to try and gain back control but it’s in all the wrong places: she’ll insist on showering at the same time every day. She’ll eat the same thing for breakfast. She fidgets with the screws on the kitchen chair in the same way. She’ll drive the same route to work. She’ll try so hard to build familiarity and manifest control because she feels so powerless in the face of everything. Bill just wants to wrap her in his arms, kiss her all over, throw her under him and make her feel good until her toes curl in pleasure and her mind goes blank, but he can’t do any of that because tiger whines and squirms if he so much as tries to hug her for too long.

But at the same time, I think this is where their Dom/sub relationship is so key, you know? Tiger is spiralling out of control, all in an attempt to gain control. So what Bill does, is he TAKES the control--because if he has it, then she’s safe. She knows she’s safe. She probably even prefers that he has the control, instead of her--he can quiet her mind better, he can stop this endless spiral and calm her down.

So that’s what he does. When she comes in from work--her eyes all twitchy and her face tight with worry--Bill is waiting for her in the hallway. She eyes him but he doesn’t falter, just keeps steady and calm as she shrugs out of her jacket and hangs it up. He doesn’t say a word, and she regards him cautiously as he keeps her gaze. He juts his chin softly to the floor in front of him, and she slowly makes her way there. She grabs onto his hands, using them to steady herself as she lowers to her knees.

And you know--god, Good Dude Bill--he lets her stay like that for a few minutes. One hand in her hair, scritching softly, he lets her just kneel there calmly to let it wash over her--this glorious feeling of letting go. Of letting her mind go blank. Of calm. She thunks her head against his knee as she lets out a shaky breath, and Bill doesn’t falter--just stands there strong and still, his fingers in her hair, and he lets her start to float a little.

“I miss you sweet girl,” he eventually coos to her, and he won’t make her look at him because he’s pretty sure she can’t take it right now. He just wants her to float there a little, to start letting go, and eye contact would jar her too much.

“I miss your kisses, your hugs,” he gently pushes his thumb into her mouth--her forehead is still on his knee but she opens up willingly and he smiles a little.

“I miss cuddling you, I miss the way you taste,” he playfully presses down on her tongue as he leans closer to her ear.

“Everywhere,” he whispers mischievously, and she whines a little.

“You haven’t let me touch you in a long time sweet girl,” he says softly, “But I think it would really help. I think it would make you feel better. Do you want that?”

She sucks harder at his thumb and while he won’t force eye contact, he does want something more decisive from her.

“Hmm?” he prompts again, “Do you want to feel better?”

She nods, quite vigorously.

“I’m going to do what I think will make you feel better,” he tells her, “And if at any point you don’t want to anymore, what do you say?”

“Yellow,” she mumbles around his thumb, “Or red.”

“Good girl,” he runs his hand through her hair, “Stay like this for me for a few minutes okay? I’m going to get some things ready and I’ll come back and get you.”

He takes his thumb back, but she doesn’t say a word--doesn’t even whine.

“Nod if you understand kid,” he prompts, and she nods softly. With a kiss to her head, he disappears for a second--but he comes back to tuck her stuffed tiger into her arms, so she doesn’t feel too alone. She hugs it close to her, and he smiles.

And listen, Bill sets the bedroom up real nice. Lights a few candles. Piles a shit ton of blankets on the bed, puts a soft rainfall soundtrack on that’s loud enough to block out any noise. Makes sure the room is warm enough. He grabs one of his silk ties, and then he goes out to get her.

“Go into the bedroom tiger,” he tells her softly, “Take everything off and get under the covers. I’ll give you a few minutes.”

He helps her to her feet, and her eyes meet his fleetingly as she raises on her tiptoes for a kiss. He gives her butt a soft pat as she makes off down the hallway, and he waits until the soft rustling of the blankets stop.

She’s settled on her back when he comes in, piled beneath the mountain of warm blankets, her eyes closed. Climbing on top of her he kisses her lightly, trailing his lips across her cheek, down to her neck where she’s so sensitive. She stills briefly, seizing up a little, but when he sucks lightly on her sweet spot she deflates a little as she sighs.

“I have one of my ties,” he murmurs in her ear, rubbing the silk material across her cheek, “I’m just going to put it over your eyes so you can relax a bit more.”

She doesn’t nod, but he gently drapes the silk loosely over her eyes and kisses her deeply, letting it linger.

“Colour, kid,” he murmurs against her lips.

“Green,” she whispers.

And this is a little easier for her. Now that her ears are occupied listening to the rainfall, now that her eyes are covered and she doesn’t have to worry about eye contact, she’s already kind of....calming down. Breaking out of that anxiety. He’s not forcing her vulnerabilities, but instead, he’s putting a little bandaid over them so she can relax. He knows that maybe being naked in front of him, all laid out like that, would be a bit too much for her right now--even though she’s been naked in front of him a thousand times now. Bill is just being SUCH A GOOD DUDE and he’s (literally) putting a little safety blanket over everything that her anxiety kind of flares up.

Instead he keeps kissing her until he can finally feel her relax, until she starts kissing him back with a little more intent. And when he feels that she’s finally starting to feel a little good, to let herself go, he’ll scoot down the bed and slowly lift the blankets. He won’t lift them more than he has to, and he’ll make sure her top half is still covered, but he’ll lift them just enough so he can lie down between her legs. And while he usually likes to devour her while she’s spread wide open for him, he knows that would hit too harshly on some of her vulnerabilities so he doesn’t. Instead he opens her legs just wide enough to be able to get his work done, and he starts licking softly at her. And she doesn’t have to focus on anything this way--she can’t really hear much because of the rainfall playing, and she can’t see him because her eyes are covered. All she can do is just feel it--feel everything. The warm, soft blankets piled on top of her. The scratchy stubble on his chin as he licks up her slit. His wet, warm tongue through her folds. His soft lips wrapping around her clit, suckling softly. Her knees are over his shoulders and he runs his hands up and down her body beneath the blankets, but nothing is rushed. Everything is rhythmic, predictable--and Bill is so, so good at that. Keeping everything the same pace, the same pressure, for what seems like an impossibly long time.

He takes his time, savours it, because god--he’s been deprived of her taste, her smell, this intimacy for so long. He loves doing this for her, loves doing this to her.

She moans, deep and guttural, and grinds her hips down more onto his mouth. Hell even his eyes are closed in pleasure, because god he’s missed this. He takes his time dragging his tongue over her clit, circling it slowly, and she’s barely even squirming--she’s just deadweight on the mattress, nearly fucking comatose in pleasure as she just lets it all wash over her. Eventually there’s some rustling, and Bill sees a hand poke out from the blankets, reaching blindly. He smiles into her, kisses her clit gently, and tangles his hand with hers. 

“Colour kid?” he asks lowly.

“Green,” she sighs.

She’s wound so tightly that she probably comes pretty quickly, but even then there’s nothing harsh about it--she just sighs deeply, squeezing his hand, her hips rolling up a bit as it washes over her in waves. He lets her come down for it, kissing her thighs softly, her lower belly, the crease of her hip. And eventually he just starts again, real gently, licking at her entrance. It’s not long before his mouth works her to another one, just as gentle as the first.

When he starts her on her third, maybe she surprised him--taking the hand intertwined with hers and pressing it between her legs, grinding down on it. He kisses her mound as his finger circles her entrance.

“Do you want to be filled up sweet girl?” he coos, “Nice and full?”

She doesn’t respond except for a shaky sigh, but he didn’t really expect her too.

“Turn over for me tiger,” he murmurs, and he helps her flip over onto her stomach. When he goes to get the covers piled back on top of her, she lets out a loud whine--skin, she wants to feel him. That’s always a good sign. He makes sure she’s comfy on the pillow, caging her in his arms and putting his thumb close to her mouth. She sucks on it within seconds, and putting his full weight on her, he pushes into her slowly. She’s so tight this way, and she’s already so wet and so sensitive for him.

“Bullseye,” he groans as he bottoms out.And like, listen--tiger ain’t moving much, but she’s just lying there and taking it all in and she’s completely floating. She finally feels so good, so fucking relieved like this--with her Good Dude filling her up, his weight grounding her, his thumb in her mouth. She’s cocooned in safety and comfort and relief and it’s all just...it’s very good. Bill is already close because god she’s so sensitive for him, so receptive, and she’s gripping him so tight. The wet drag drives him crazy, the push and pull and the smell of her skin and his thumb in her soft mouth.

She comes undone again, and that’s Bill’s complete undoing. She pulses around him and he just drives in deep, moaning against her back as he comes. Tiger’s toes curl, and she even ruts back against him so she gets every drop.

“My girl,” he groans, “My good girl.”

He collapses against her, but listen--she’ll be the death of him. Because she’s small as hell now, she’s completely floating, and she’s feeling real good. So with  his thumb in her mouth, with him still inside of her as he comes down, all of her inhibitions just completely leave her.

“Daddy,” she whines, small and needy soft.

And suddenly, Bill is ready for a round two real quick.

#THERE'S SOME HOS IN THIS HOUSE #TONIGHT #FILTH #ALL THE FILTH #BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #sub tiger

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 16.11.20 lb

chanchal interrogating ishani, ki did riddhima spill about what happened that day. ishani like no dice, but imma beat it outta her so help me goddddd.

aryan coming throwing shit around. coz vansh has left everything in his will to dadi. thank fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. none of you snakes are worth 5000 cr. i mean, ishani is, but idk, maybe not that whole amount at once.

ishani is like THANK THE LORD, VANSH HAD AT LEAST ONE WORKING BRAIN CELL. “kahin uss riddhima ko nominee banaa dete, toh humaare sar par chadhke tandav karti woh.” snort.

chanchal telling aryan ki “vansh ke baad saara business toh tuney hi sambhaalna haina”, and lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooo ishani’s face:

i honestly love her the most. MAKE HER THE NEW KING OF THIS EMPIREEEEEEEEEEE. SHE DESERVESSSSSSS IT.

ishani saunters off and chanchal is telling aryan ki anyway dadi ke haath laga hai sab, she’ll write it all to you; coz siya is in a coma, who knows when the fuck she’ll wake up, and ishani is walking talking TNT ka khaaaaan, that’ll blow up any second now. tujhe hi sab milna hai. lol bohut hi zyaada khushfehmi. can’t waitttttt for vihaan (whether he turns out to be vansh or not.......) to come show them thenga.

some parcel came outta nowhere for mummyji and it’s filled with all the stuff of her “long lost son who got kidnapped”. veryyyyyyyy conveniently opened by riddhima.

mummy has started filmfare nom-worthy performance on discovering the relics.

there’s a letter too! basically says i kidnapped your kid for money, but when you didn’t pay up, i threw him in a river. i’m confessing all this coz i’m now dying of cancer and want redemption. sounds to me like someone watched both ‘the prince of egypt’ and ‘badlapur’ in one day and did a mashup of those stories to write this letter.

watch out meryl, viola, jodie.......... mummy has gone beyond filmfare and is now doing OSCAR worthy performance about how she keeps losing kids.

lmao i am aryan, watching this nautanki:

mummy like it’s all coz i neverrrrrrrrrrrr accepted riddhima as a motherrrrrrrrrrr, mujhe maaaf kar dooooo.

of course riddhima’s dumb ass forgave her. god, this chick just tooo easy to scam.

someone’s come to say “final goodbye”. coz he’s taken a transfer. sure.

lmao riddhima is the biggest mood when dealing with an ex who just won’t leave you the fuck alone.

is it just me or has his hair become more........... vansh-y??? like, height-wise.

blah blah he wants to apologize to everyone........... for what exactly? he said he was just doing his job, why to say sorry for that??

lmao ishani has appeared and is ready to kick kabir’s ass. omfg i think this might be my new fav dynamic of this show, ishani v/s kabirrrrrrrrrrr.

RIDDHIMA DOING NOTHING TO STOP HER ALSO, LMAOOOOOO

whole family has appeared and he’s like sorry kehne aaya tha and all and THENNNNNNNNNNN....... NAZAR PADI ON THE TABLE FULL OF ARTIFACTS.

 anupriya like don’t touch my son’s shit and........

“yeh sab mere hain!!!!!!!!!”

hahahahahahahhahahahaha ishani is truly my absolute favourite character of this show from now on.

“maaaaaaaaaaaa?????? iska matlab aap meri maa hain??????” lol bohut hi bhadddda actingggg.

riddhima agrees with ishani.

kabir narrates exact story mummy did like 5 min back.

he’s giving proof ki i know the collar of this uniform has a K behind it and everyone’s shockedddddddddd ki oh god yet another middle class orphan is gonna make their way here

wow the terrible acting from mummy and beta is just.......... peak today. i can’t take it.

my question is, kabir has come to this house and seen anupriya a million times before, it never clicked for him then????? anupriya looks to be baaaarely in her 40s, she wouldn’t have looked much different when she was younger. why didn’t he recognize her then. SOMEONE USE YOUR BRAIN AND ASK HIM THAT. ISHANI, ARYAN, SOMEONE?!!!?!?!

ok ishani didn’t ask that but she’s like that kid was thrown into a river, i’m pretty sure he’s dead. and kabir doing extra naatak ki yes, i was thrown into the river but a policewaala saved me and raised me and that’s why i’m police now.

ugh itnaaa sasta acting lol.

high time this pinky and the brain team up and take the rest of these fuckers downnnnnnnn.

lmao riddhima is soooooooooooooo angry rn. she didn’t even get this mad when her fucking husband paralysed her. that’s just how much petty hatred male exes deserve. the fact that that their bitch ass is even alive and wasting oxygen on the damn planet is fucking unacceptable.

OMFG MUMMY BETA ARE LEGIT WHISPERING INTO EACH OTHER’S EARS WHILE HUGGING, GIVING SHABAASHI ABOUT THIS BRILLIANT PLAN. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. SERIOUSLY, YOU COULDN’T WAIT TILL YOU WERE ALONE???????????????????/

“kamaaaaal ki acting, KAMAAAAL KI ACTING!” lmaoooooooooooo honestly, this show would be fucking unwatchable if not for vishal cheesing it up in every other scene and making it so damn hilarious. kabir played by anyone else would never be this likable. his dialogue delivery of these lines is just A+

lmao he’s hamming some more about how he’s been searching for his mom allllll his life and today he’s leaving the city and finally found her.

LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE AROUND THEM HAS A FACE LIKE SOMETHING WITH 8+ LEGS CRAWLED ACROSS THEIR DINNER PLATE. IT’S SO HILARIOUSSSSSSSS.

he’s like mom, come with me, and she’s like “tum yehi ruk jao!” and omfggggggg the reactionsssssssssssss:

“ab yeh bhi yaheen rahega?????” alkjdsalkjdlaskjdlaskj chanchal’s no filter ways really come in handy sometimes.

kabir’s like no no mom will come with me. starts leading her out and dadi is like no anupriya is a part of this family and will not leave. and if you can live here in this house................... riddhima will decide that. lmao this should work out well.

kabir trying to jedi mind trick her.

even ishani is pleading in her mind, please riddhima no kehnaaaaa. aaaaaand....

“haan.” great.

big mood.

lmao booooooo, the amount of shit you get away with just coz you’re so stinkin’ cute. you’re exactly like my asshole cat son. just worming your way into my heart by the power of your adorable faces, you absolute bastardssssssss.

oh of course. she had this conversation with vansh, about if mummy ever found her son, he’d like to welcome him into this family as his brother. sentiment mein aakar haan keh diya. BITCH HE DIDN’T KNOW THAT IT WAS GONNA TURN OUT TO BE YOUR EX WHO WAS HAATH DHOKE BEHIND HIS GODDAMN LIFE. IF HE DID, HE WOULDN’T HAVE THOUGHT TWICE BEFORE PULLING THAT UGLYASS GOLDEN GUN ON HIM AND SHOOTING HIM BETWEEN THE EYES.

this is a sweet scene and all but dude how the fuck am i supposed to overlook the fucking ugly beetlejuice suit. if i never have to see this godforsaken garment ever again, it’d still be too soon.

also jesus, were you a goddamn kid just 10 years ago, COZ HOW ELSE THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A MINION WATERBOTTLE FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD?!!?!?!?!! OH GOD YOU GUYS, IS VANSH JUST 19 YEARS OLD OR SOME SHIT, AND THE BEARD AND THE VOICE THREW US OFF INTO THINKING HE’S 30?!?!?!?!?!!?! OH MY GOD, I FEEL LIKE A PEDO NOW. 28 IS MY LIMIT ON HOW YOUNG I’LL GO FOR WHEN I LUST AFTER SOMEONE.

anyway i’m fwding this scene so that my mind won’t dwell on these horrible possibilities. and that horrible fucking outfit.

lmao riddhima is like kaash tum yahaan hote, tum bhi yehi karte. snort, okaaaay sis.

“tumhari riddhima hoon main. aur hamesha wohi karoongi, jo agar tum hote toh karte.” ok everybody start monitoring your drinks from now on. pata nahi kab kya mila de yeh madam vansh 2.0.

ishani is, how you say................ LOSING IT.

ahahahahahahahahahaha aryan, who's going to town on the punching bag, is like i already picture him here, hence the vigorous mid-day cardio.

“mera toh mann kar raha hai ki main 2-4 jamaa ke aaoon. kabir ko nahi, uss riddhima ko!!!!!!!!” The Biggest Mood, Ever.

“pehle woh bhai ki tarah sochna toh seekh le?!?!?!?” bhai ki tarah chodo, pehle BAS SOCHNA HI SEEKH LE, WOHI BOHUT HAI.

ishani like i’m sureeeeeeeee kabir found out the story about mom’s missing son and now that vansh isn’t here, wormed his way into the house. PRESENTING TO YOU, THE ONLY ONE WITH A BRAIN IN THIS HOUSEEEEEEEEEEE. THE FACT THAT VANSH SLEPT ON HER AS A FUCKING PILLAR TO THIS HOUSE IS FUCKING RUDE.

“yeh sab kuch hua hai uss stuuuuupid riddhima ki wajah se!” that’s what they should call the show.

ew kabir is in riddhima’s room and getting all touchy and LIKE BACK THE FUCK OFF MAN. SERIOUSLY, YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED, NOW GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR MOM ALL DAY LONG, INSTEAD OF ACTING SKEEZY.

yeah riddhima pretty much told him that. threw in some more shit about how she’ll hate him till she dies, coz he’s the reason vansh died.

he doesn’t look happy about that. this fucker still wants herrrrrrr. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. kabir yaaaaaaaaaaaaar, you can do so much bettterrrrrrrrrrr. get yourself an hot evil shawty with 4+ brain cells dude!

she’s dragging him out. nice.

kabir still talking and she’s like do i literally have to kick your ass out?????? damn girl, there’s the spine i like to see.

askljdaslkjslkdjlaskdjlaskdj he’s like main bhi vansh jaisa hoon, iss ghar ka beta hoon. lmao good you said this in front of riddhima and not ishani, warna ***** phaad ke tumhare haath mein de deti.

riddhima also handing it to him, but verbally. but it’s lameass shit like no you’ll never be like vansh, not in 7 janam. like, ok i get she’s really mad at him for what happened, but i don’t get what’s this sudden hatred of his personality?????? she doesn’t know the whole truth and abhi se itni nafrat??? based on what????? 

lmao he muttered “woh toh waqt hi batayega” as he was leaving and she’s like BITCH WHAT YOU SAY?!?!?!?!?!?!

hee hee hee hee. i loveeeeeee when he makes his exasperated faces.

some more sweet talk about how she’ll see his intentions aren’t bad at all, and she’s like justttttttttt gtfo my room man.

"kahin kabir ko yahaan rehne ki permission dekar kuch galat toh nahi kar diya???” LMAO YA THINK?????????????????????/

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye. finally. aankhein taras gayi thi.

bro refusing more shady work coz “abhi mere paas chote-mote kaamon ke liye time nahi hai. kuch bada plan kar raha hoon.”

mmmmmmmmmmmm baby what that mouth do??????

“vansh ki body ka toh main antim-sanskaar main kar chuka hoon.” ohohohohohohohoho symbolism samajhhh rahe ho aap loggggg???? new identity, who disssssssss waala scene hai.

“riddhima vansh rai singhania, main aa rahaa hoon.”

oh aaja, aha aaja, aha aaajaa, ah ah aaaaja, ah aa aaaja, aha ha aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

[celosiaa]

One kid in Reception (the English equivalent of kindergarten) gets iffy at Emma because 'you have two dads?' lil baby Emma is ready to square up bc Baba and Daddy are the obviously the greatest people on the planet. Later in the head teacher's office Jon is about to cry because oh my god this child is precious. Martin asks if she's okay and she's like' yeah, duh. he was super dumb, unlike me, bc I can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 😎✌🏿' they get her ice cream as a reward.

OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS PRECIOUS

I love love love this oh god...Emma not giving a FUCK and fighting with kids over her dads is just my favorite thing. And the ice cream reward :,) so sweet

I can’t resist from adding on a little though it is nowhere near as fun as yours

When she gets a little older, more and more kids start to do this, because she talks about her dads all the time, and the kids are old enough to have been taught homophobia by their parents. Also she tells them about how she saw her dad injecting T and how scary it was until he told her what it was for and now she like amazing!!! My dad is the bravest dad!! Isn’t it cool that my dad shapeshifted?

The day that Jon and Martin sit her down to talk to her about why the world thinks who they are is wrong is one of the most upsetting days of her life. She’s devastated that anyone could think that way, especially since she has a crush on a girl at school right now and she doesn’t care what people think about it, but she doesn’t want to make things worse for her. JM just hold her while she cries and promise her that they will always be in her corner, that they will help defend her and any other kids at school who need it, and that she’s very brave and they want her to be who she is, even if it’s hard.

That conversation becomes a defining moment for her. As she grows up, even when she feels afraid, or unwelcome, she makes the decision to be brave and carry on. She makes the decision to claim her space and her right to be who she is, because she belongs wherever she wants to be. Dad and Baba have ingrained that in her from day one.

#tma #the magnus archives #emma #hcs #asks #also thank you for the education on how school works in the UK! #as you know i am but an ill-informed american lmao

[jotarosbelt]

New Traditions. [Bruno Buccellati]

Happy Birthday Capo!

18+ content ahead!

cw: birthday sex, oral, face sitting

The wind whistled and howled through the dark blue sky; your boyfriend’s raven black hair flittering with it as he sat on the balcony. His birthday was tomorrow and he seemed to always get like this they say before.

Silent and secluded.

Your shared bedroom, along with the rest of the villa was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You decided to leave the room and leave him to his thoughts for a bit. You go downstairs to the kitchen and run into Giorno, his usually well-kept hairdo now a mess as he was about to retire to his quarters himself for the night.

He raises his eyebrow and sits his wine down onto the countertop. “Ah, I was about to go looking for you.”

You give him a tired smile. “Oh? And why is that?” You already had an idea of why, but it wouldn’t hurt to confirm your suspicions.

“It’s about Buccellati.”

You knew it. You close the fridge with a cup and jug of water in hand.

“You know how tomorrow’s his birthday and all, and how he doesn’t like to celebrate it, but I want you to keep him off the job all of tomorrow and have him enjoy himself. He finds the day of his birth almost... minuscule to the rest of the world and even puts his work above it. Hell, we’ve tried celebrating so many years in the past but he always pushed us away. Always locked himself up in that damn room of his, only coming out when it regarded work or for food.”

Your smile turns into a frown upon hearing your boyfriends usual birthday traditions. It was supposed to be his day and he was moping around? You bring the cup to your lips.

“But, maybe it’ll be a little different now that you’re around. It says something that he even told you his birthday to begin with.”

He let out a small chuckle. “So please, do us a favor and keep him occupied tomorrow. We want to do something special for him, so maybe bring him by Libbecio for a few drinks to celebrate. Can you do that?”

You nod knowingly, your smile returning to your face. “Of course I can do that. Not only for my Don, but for my Capo.”

🌷

Having had gone to bed without your boyfriend at your side, you wake up with his sleeping figure beside you. You smile and start raking your fingers through his silky hair; him opening his eyes and smiling warmly at you in return.

There was the capo you knew and loved.

“Buon giorno, bella.”

“Buon giorno, Bruno.”

You lay there, looking at each other; your hands still raking through his gorgeous locks before your male counterpart becomes aware of the time and begins to panic.

“It’s getting late, cara. I have to-“

You grab his arm. “You’re not going anywhere, Capo.”

You can hear a groan come from his throat as his gaze softens, and his brows slightly furrow. “What do you mean? I have a mission to intercept a drug deal today, I have to go.”

“Well, I have a mission today, too.”

He sighs. “You should be leaving too, then.”

You shake your head. “My mission was to keep you from anything work related or stressful so you can enjoy yourself today.”

Another sigh.

“My birthday.”

You nod, and he sighs. “Listen, I don’t celebrate it because it’s not important to me, tesoro. That’s all.”

You pull him back to lay on back down and get up to straddle him. “Well, it’s important to me and the boys. Don’t make me have Fugo use Purple Haze on you.”

He scoffed. “We both know he wouldn’t.”

You lean down to kiss the man underneath you, his hands snaking up to gently grasp your waist. You grind onto his member, the appendage underneath you slowly hardening as groans come from Bruno. His hand snakes up your back, long fingers running up your spine before wrapping around to your front to play with your nipples.

Now both quietly moaning from the delicious friction you two created, you get up to take off your panties and then go for his boxers. He grabs your hand.

“No, tesoro.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Bruno, today’s about you.”

He hums. “I know.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you so you’re now sitting beside his face. “And that should mean I should get whatever I want, right?”

You nod.

“Then, come sit.”

Your face reddens at his words. “I... Bruno..”

“Please.”

You swallow the lump that was forming in your throat and move to straddle your boyfriend’s face, only to be gripped by your thighs and pulled down quickly onto the male’s face. His tongue began working in long, but slow strokes from your entrance to your clit, savoring you like you were the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your moans only seemed to egg him on more as he took your sensitive bud into his mouth and hummed, adding to the vacuum being formed around the bundle of nerves from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.. Bruno-“

He lets out a throaty moan as a response, encouraging you to rock your hips against his now-soaked face. For the first time trying face sitting, Bruno was by no means letting you down. Your orgasm hit you like a rocket, stars bursting and a white light blossoming behind your eyes as a feeling of euphoria you weren’t quite familiar with pulsed through your body. You almost let out a holler, but knowing the boys were probably downstairs and you’d 100% be teased during dinner tonight, you cupped a hand over your mouth as your back arched.

His ministrations didn’t stop as he continued plunging the muscle into your opening; feeling how tight you were clenching around him. When he was sure you came down from your high, he gently lifted you up and off of him; his breathing ragged and his face shimmering with your slick.

“Sorry, I made a me—“

Bruno grabbed you and pulled you into a passionate and loving, but sloppy and rough kiss. The duality of the two different kissing styles mixed into one showed just how experienced your boyfriend really was at this trade.

Tasting yourself on his tongue and lips, you moans into his mouth and he swallowed it whole. He gently pulls you into his lap, making his way from your lips, down your jaw, and to your neck, placing a flurry of kisses and hickeys amongst the skin. You pull back and cup his face in between your hands. He was so damn beautiful.

His hair was a mess. That usually well styled hair with two golden beetles in it was now in his face, messy, the hairpins no where to be seen.

You basked in the red rings on his cheeks and the loving look he gave you as your thumb ran along his cheek.

“Bruno, you’re beautiful. Let me please you this time.”

A smile creeped on the man’s face. “It’ll be an honor, tesoro.”

Smiling as well, you drop onto your knees in front the man and experimentally reach up for his boxers. He makes no move to stop you.

You go for the garment and gently pull them down enough to release his painfully hard member. Though his size no longer surprised you as much as it did the first few times, you were still impressed. Buccellati was not lacking in any aspect of the word. You give him a few pumps before flipping your hair out of your face; him reaching down to help, by pulling it into a ponytail, held together by his hand.

Maintaining eye contact, you place a few kisses on his head and along his shaft before darting your tongue up to lick a long and slow stripe to the bottom side of it. He’s biting his lip now, letting out sighs and grunts, whispering about how beautiful you look down there.

You come up to take his cock into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around his length. His moans, airy and light, and his groans, coarse and strangled, made the heat between your legs return.

Snaking your hand in between your legs, you go to rub your clit but Bruno grabs your arm. “Wouldn’t you like to cum on your Capo’s cock instead? I know I’d like that.”

You pull off his member, and nod. He gently pushes you onto the bed behind you and crawls over your nude figure, his eyes eating you up.

You open your legs to accommodate him as he continues his advances over you. Pulling you into another hypnotic kiss, he slowly sheathes himself inside you— waiting a few moments before starting with slow and long strokes.

“Mm, Bruno, you can go faster you know. I-It’s y-your birthday, after all. Do whatever you want.”

He nods against your shoulder, his thrusts increasingly picking up in speed and force. He picks up your legs and pushes the against you, all the while wrapping them around his neck. You can feel everything now; how deep he’s going, every pulse and twitch of his cock, and he can feel the same.

He silently thanks the gods and all the supernatural entities of the world for gifting him with his immense stamina, or else he probably would’ve came minutes ago. It may have been your birthday, but he never let you finish last.

Knowing he was getting close, he attempted to push you ahead of of him and the curve, flinging you over the edge by hardening his thrusts, now at a brand new angle, and drawing deliciously messy circles on your clit.

“Oh my goddddd~!”

You came with a loud moan, pulsing and convulsing underneath him and he himself bucked until he finished.

There you two lay, panting and basking in the warm light of the morning pouring in from your window. He moves to get off, obviously going to go to the bathroom to get a rag to clean up.

Grabbing his arm, you pout. “A little longer.”

He sighs and lays back down, your head resting on his chest; his thumping heart like music to your ears.

💎

“Bruno! Are you ready?”

“Yes!” He calls back to you. He comes out of the bathroom dawning a black and gold suit with his usually golden hair clips pinning his bangs into place.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into a chaste kiss, then scanning your attire with his eyes. “You look beautiful.”

The black dress you wore complimented all your curves, and you accessorized with a gold necklace and earrings, as well as a gold ring. Your shoes? Black with a gold trim. You both did indeed look like a power couple, and you couldn’t mistake you two were together.

You smile at him and reach for the door, walking out to be met with the limousine Giorno sent to take you two to Libeccio’s.

Upon arrival, you tell the staff you had a private registration under the name of ‘Passione’ and they nodded, guiding you to the back of the building where you were met with 5 other well-cleaned-up men.

Giorno dawned a beautiful white suit, but instead of gold he wore silver pins and a silver wristwatch. Mista ditched his tacky hat for his natural brown and curly hair, wearing a dark blue suit with a black tie and black dress shoes. Fugo wore something without holes in it this time, exchanging his normal suit for a red one. Narancia wore a simple button down shirt with black pants, his hair slicked back, and Abbacchio wore a lavender suit with a holographic watch and pearl earrings, his hair in a ponytail.

You smiled at how good the group looked; all the boys cleaned up so nicely and all together at one time without something about murdering someone or getting attacked on your minds.

The men stood up; not all smiling, but all visibly happy to see you two. Giorno got up and walked toward the capo, pulling him into an embrace. “Happy birthday, Buccellati. Trish sends her wishes as well, since she couldn’t make it.”

A blush crossed Buccellati’s face, a warm smile creeping onto it as his shock faded into happiness. “Thank you guys. You didn’t have to do this... I don’t even like celebrating my birthday, anyways.”

Mista scoffed, waving his hand around. “HA! As if we’d let you spend another birthday locked in your room and doing work, especially when you have a lady around!”

The group chuckled and Narancia cut in. “Besides, it sounded like she kept you pretty busy this morning!”

You were now blushing along with Bruno and the group chuckled and Fugo smacked Narancia in the back of his head. “For christ sake, let the man live!”

“Sorry!”

You shake your head, assuring Narancia it was okay and slid into the booth you were all sitting in.

Mista grabbed the wine that sat in the middle of the table, along with a few cups. “Now, is this a party or a family reunion? Let’s get these drinks going already!”

Your night was filled with laughter and conversation, as well as a few surprises at home. Everyone enjoyed themselves to the fullest extent.

Maybe Bruno would start celebrating his birthday more from now on.

#jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #not sfw #anime #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno x reader #happy birthday my sweet boys #x reader #writing

[sherlollydramoine]

I Hate U, I Love U

Warnings: 18+ only, strong language, fighting/name calling/sorta bullying, mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption, and smutty mcsmut smut -- unprotected (wrap it before you tap it, it’s the responsible thing to do)

This is just a piece of fiction and don’t necessarily believe that Rami is truly like this, but we’ll never really know. I got a request, so I wrote it. That is all.

This is combining two requests that I’ve had, one for a while, the other just came in. This is for @lablanchett (sorry darling, that it took me so long to get this one out for you. I had another piece that I’d been working on and I just couldn’t make it work the way I wanted, and then I accidentally drunkenly deleted it- I hope this makes up for it) and @aulile for their requests: Rami and gf fight and have steamy makeup sex, and Rami and gf have a fight and Rami says some mean shit. Hope this fits in with the idea of whatever it was that you both were looking for. 

Word Count: 1890, again this is actually just a reallllllly long HC.

“I don’t fucking believe you!!” you yelled.

“Seriously, how fucking stupid are you to not believe it?” he questioned.

“Obviously verrrry stupid, because you can’t make me believe any of it! You’ve lied to me before, how is this any different?” you countered, trying to prove your point.

“When did I lie to you?”

“When you were in London. You fed me some ‘oh we’re just friends’ bullshit.”

“That was different than this.

“How? How is this different? You cheated on me once, why should I believe you now?”

“Goddddd… YN you are such a fucking bitch. I don’t have the fucking time to deal with your temper tantrums today.”

“Then don’t. I’m gone. You’ve lied, lied, lied, and I’m fucking done!”

“Fine! But you’ll regret this if you walk out that door!”

“I don’t give a fuck anymore Rami, I don’t! I’m tired of being the faithful, loyal servant to you… or shall I say to you, your fucking royal highness. That Oscar win did sure go straight to your fucking head. You’ve become the ‘I can do whatever I want because I’m rich and famous’ type that you always said you hated.

“YN, seriously?”

You stormed off in the direction of your bedroom. You refuse to put up with this shit any longer, you need to escape, to get away and start fresh somewhere.

He followed you into your shared bedroom where you were grabbing a suitcase out of the closet and began chucking random items into it.

“So you’re really leaving me, is that it?”

“What the fuck does it look like. I told you that I’m done, so I’m fucking done.”

His demeanor completely changed, his body stiffened, his mouth set in a hard line, when he turned on his heel and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the bedroom door in his wake. You watched a picture fall off the wall and shatter into a million pieces on the hardwood. 

You could hear the garage door open, followed shortly by the sounds of his car tires squealing out of the driveway.

You almost broke down in tears, but you had to stick to your guns. You weren’t actually entirely sure that he had done what you had accused him of, but you couldn’t handle the stress that being with him entailed anymore. And you couldn’t take back any of the hurtful words that you spat out.

You love him, very deeply, but sometimes he makes your blood boil.

Throwing whatever other random shit you think you might need, you slam the suitcase shut and zip it closed, you take off to the garage, get in your car and you certainly don’t look back

It took you a solid twelve weeks to stop crying, but eventually the hurt turned into more of a constant dull ache. It had been over seven months now since you’d seen him, and since then you’d flourished at work, gotten the promotion that you’d been working towards, and had made a bunch of new friends. 

You still talk to some of your old friends, the shared friends, but most of the communication with them died the moment you shut down all of your social media accounts.

Life was great for you, even though the hurt was still there, and despite the fact that you were living in a tiny ass shithole apartment in a shit part of LA, you were happy. You told yourself you didn’t need him, and you believed it

You had closed all your social media accounts, and turned off any and all notifications that came up with his name on your phone. You’d changed your number, and blocked his  just for good measure. You did this for your sanity. 

Your boyfriend was famous and you didn’t want to see all the shit that was being said about you online. You two had plenty of naysayers online and it would have dealt a crippling blow to your mental health.

So you honestly avoid using the internet at all, unless it’s necessary.

It was when you were nearing the eight month mark in your breakup that you saw him for the first time since you’d left. 

You were out for drinks with some of your friends, who were at that moment in time giving you shit for not being on any social media, when you saw him. 

You fought the urge to run and you kept your head down, not allowing yourself to openly stare like some of the others around you. Though you couldn’t help but notice that he looked kind of like shit. He seems as if he’d aged dramatically in nearly eight months, he looked too thin, and very worn down.

It was your turn to buy the round of shots so you made your way to the bar, standing on the opposite side from where he was sitting, occupying one of the stools.

You thought you’d remained out of sight until you heard a familiar voice behind you say your name.

You sighed audibly and turned around, ready to fight if necessary. You’ve done well without him, not sure you could say the same for him though.

“Yes?” you snipped, turning around to face the one person that you really didn’t want to deal with.

“I thought that was you. Wow, you uhhh… you look good.” You knew you did, but you couldn’t say the same for him. 

“Looks like I can’t say the same about.” you replied.

“Wow. You still are that same feisty woman that I knew and loved.”

“What the fuck do you want Rami? How can I help you tonight? I’m out with some friends and it’s just my turn to get the drinks.”

“I don’t want anything. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you is all.”

“Rami, I miss you too, every day. It took me three months to stop crying, and I really wanted to apologize for everything I said that day, but I can’t take it back and I’m not sure I want to.”

“I wanted to apologize to you too, and to tell you that you weren’t wrong. The things you accused me of doing. I did cheat, and I got caught. I tried to lie, but I should have known better.”

You suddenly felt as if you’d been hit in the stomach and all you wanted to do was cry. 

“Thank you for finally admitting to the truth. I appreciate it. Look…. Oh God.. I’m going to regret this, but I’ve changed my number and I’ve blocked your old one. Is your number stilll the same?”

“No.”

“Give me your phone.” you demanded.

He doesn’t hesitate as he hands you his phone, you still remember his unlock pattern, so you swiped it and went into his ‘CONTACTS’ section. You entered your name and new number.

“Please Rami, don’t make me regret this.”

He smiled, a genuine toothy smile, the same one that he was famous for as he took his phone back.

“Can I give you a hug?” he asks.

“Sure I guess, why the hell not.”

He wraps his arms around you and squeezes tight, probably tighter than he should have, but you breath him in and a flood of memories came rushing back. The good, the bad, the truly ugly; you just wanted him back.

“Thank you” he says, with a smile.

He didn’t make you regret your decision to give you his number and over the next five months you’ve slowly allowed him back into your life. You’ve not been intimate but you’ve remained good friends. He slowly started to look healthier again, less gaunt and looking much more like he used to before you had left him. 

One day mid-September you suddenly started to feel really sad, and then you remembered. Your anniversary. You two would have been celebrating five years together.

You randomly call Rami and to see if he was available to come over, in which he stated that he was. You were nervous as he’d never actually been to your place before. It certainly wasn’t what he had become accustomed to over the past few years. This place was a dump. 

When he finally showed up, he just slowly walked around your apartment, not really commenting unless it’s a casual,”I like what you’ve done with your space. It feels so homey and so very you.”

He appeared oblivious to the reason for your sudden need to see him, and with an urgency you didn’t expect you pounced on him.

He was caught off guard by your sudden grip on his collar as you pulled him to you which resulted in him nearly tripping over the rug you had on the floor in your living room, your lips crashing into his with a force that almost made your teeth clash together.

Lips locked in a heated kiss, that had you whimpering with need in no time. You could feel him erection straining against his pants.

Moving towards your bedroom and wasting no time in shedding clothing, both of your hands going everywhere before his find out core, his fingers working their magic on you as you bucked your hips furiously against his hand. Your moans filling the small room. 

You came around his fingers with a cry of his name.

Looking up at him, silently begging, you felt him line himself up with your entrance as he slide into you roughly.

His hips pounding into yours, fucking into you with an animalistic urgency.

“OOOOHHHH GODDDDD YESSSSSSSS RAMIIIIIIIIII RAMIIIIII” you screamed

The bed rocking violently, headboard banging into the wall, like a beating drum

Your hands clawed at his back, and your hips moving in time to each others thrusts

“YESSS YN...THATS MY GIRL… CUM BABY… CUM FOR ME” he moaned 

His hands on your hips holding you steady as your walls began clenching around him for the second time that night, 

With another scream of his name, you came undone, body quaking, as you felt his cock twitch and he followed shortly with a shout of your name as he spilled his warm essence into you.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you just tangled together a sweaty panting mess

“That was the best possible makeup sex ever” he laughed into your hair.

“Yeah, like thirteen months later.” you pointed out, before somehow dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“So, what brought this on?”

“It would have been our five year anniversary in a few days, and I was sad. I decided that I wanted you back. You’ve proven to me that you’ve changed, and I still love you. So… can we almost pretend that these last thirteen month never happened? Do you really want me back Rami?”

He never said yes or no, instead he captured your lips in another kiss before he mumbled,”Give me a few minutes, and then we can really piss off your neighbors.”

You just giggle again, snuggle into his chest and tell him that you are happy to oblige, as you hate your neighbors. Because at least three times a week they have really loud fights, intense fights followed by what sounds like really intense makeup sex themselves. So that can’t even begin to judge you for getting laid in the year that you’ve lived here.

@txmel @xmxisxforxmaybe @itsme690 @mrhoemazzello @ramimedley @free-rami @r-ahh-mi

#Rami Malek #Rami Malek Reader #Ramie Malek Smut #Rami Malek Headcannon #Rami Malek Imagine #Rami Malek Blurb #Rami Malek fanfiction

[jlf23tumble]

Kinda specific but do you know any bottom Dom Louis fics? I always think the dynamic is great if it’s written well but can’t find anything that I haven’t read haha. Harry just wants to please Louis every way he cannnnnn!!!!

God, I meant to write this up earlier, but I kept getting distracted and swept into strange side adventures (like, trying to find a frame for my freebie Orville Peck poster; laundry problems; my goldfish almost dying)…I’m here for you now, though! And I love this kind of specific ask because I SURE DO HAVE ‘EM! Note that not all of these are *strictly* dom Louis, but they’re in that realm, or they flat-out ARE dom Louis, so I hope you’ll find something you love (or that maybe you haven’t read). Lemme know if this fits the bill; full list under the cut!

Clean, by ziam_paynes, 1k words, E. Louis shaves off Harry’s pubic hair, then rides his dick. (uh, YEAH, it is as it says!! shout out to the pubefest, amirite?)

Lay So Still, by yougotmetieddown, 3k words, E. Harry’s almost there but he needs Louis to push it further, just a bit further. Because it’s good, it’s damn near perfect but there’s still something missing, and Harry’s not above begging. (Harry wants to be used, and he gets his wish)

Edged in Lace, by @someonethatsfunny, 4k words, E. Harry was looking straight at him from the screen wearing nothing but a pair of see through, black, lace panties and a wicked smile.  Motherfucker. How the hell was he supposed to go back out there and smile while posing for fan photos? (Harry’s punishment means he can look but can’t touch)

thank you, navarro, by ratsauce, 4.4k words, E.  There’s something shiny on Harry’s chest- two somethings, actually, that catch Louis’ attention and oh mother of fuck, are those- “Are those fucking piercings? Are those legitimate piercings, Harry?” Louis squeaks. (MAN, this is a hot fic, fwiw)

From Major to Minor, by Blake/ @newleafover, 5.4k words, E. The origin of Harry and Louis’s alleged half-heart stick poke tattoos, or, alternatively, I’m half a heart without you, or even more alternatively, I can feel your heart inside of mine. (This is Blake, so trust that the characterization is spot on)

Gonna Pay for This, by  @domeaspreadsheet, 6.8k words, E (needs ao3 account).   You are not to come. I’ll cover the rest of your punishment when I get home. Text me a picture of the belt in your mouth so I know you understand. (Harry gets punished…is a running theme, but yeah, it works)

Only Angel, by objectlesson/ @alienfuckeronmain, 6.5k words, E. Louis pops his hip out, looking down at Harry from beneath the cut of his fringe sassily. “How do I look?” Harry…Harry doesn’t have words, not really. He sits there on the floor with a half-hard cock, gazing up at this taller, scarier version of Louis with wide eyes. (This is more dynamics than anything else, but AMAZING, as per usual)

the way you move for me baby, by istajmaal, 7.3k words, E. when harry wears panties, it’s not so much a sex thing. when louis wears them, it is very much a sex thing. (part of this amazing genderfluid!harry series, and it’s not so much dom Louis, but the dynamics are wonderful)

It’s My Pleasure to Introduce You, by loadedgunn, 8.2k words, E. AU where Louis is the most helpful sex shop salesperson in the history of sex shops, and Harry really was just looking for a vibrator with simple instructions (yet ended up getting a hands-on demonstration). (I know a lot of people swear by the second installment in this series, but for me, it’s the first part alllll the way)

head head heart, by @turnyourankle, 11.6k words, E. After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace. He tries taking the matter in his own hands before Louis intervenes with a plan of his own. (it is as it says! lots of things explored!!)

It’s halftime. Are you ready to go? by @momentofclarity, 12k words, E.  football is gay and Harry is trying to cope. (Another one that isn’t exactly dom Louis, but he’s definitely the one calling the shots)

We can have some more, by orphan_account, 12.5k words, E.  A few times Harry comes too soon and one time they figure out a way for him not to. (See above; not exactly dom Louis, but there’s some ordering around)

You’re My River Running High, by @alienharry, 16k words, E. Or the one where Harry moves in with Louis and doesn’t know how to take a hint. (Lots of misunderstandings where Harry assumes that Louis’s a sassy bottom, but then he overhears some things and realizes how wrong he was)

Take Our Bodies Higher, by @littlelouishiccups, 21k words, E.  In which Harry is a phone sex operator and Louis dials a wrong number. (Goddddd, this is a great one in the phone sex operator genre of which I’m a connoisseur)  

Small Doses (Loving You It’s Explosive), by QuickedWeen, 39k words, E.  Louis Tomlinson finds himself at Vitality Fitness to try and turn his life around after having left his cheating boyfriend of four years. The gym’s owner, Liam, quickly becomes a good friend, but his right hand man is rude and dismissive from the get-go. (Another one that involves punishing Harry in a specific way)

Buried Like Treasure, by QuickedWeen, 40k words, E. Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. He doesn’t expect a natural disaster. (Turns out I love it when Harry’s tied down and has to watch helplessly while Louis takes care of himself)

#fic rec #i really hope you dig it lmao #note: these are all louis/harry #i still plan to add in other pairings...need to update my bookmark categories etc #i tried to tag authors...sometimes works sometimes doesn't ooppppps

[yessoupy]

annual writing self-evaluation (2019)

i. Optional if applicable: link to last year’s self evaluation:

here’s the 2018 eval!

1. List of works published this year (in the order that they were posted):

your skin makes me cry (the walking dead, daryl/jesus)

yellow (harry/reader)

and.... that’s it!!!! yeesh.

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

Not that I have a lot of works to choose from, but I’m genuinely proud of YSMMC, my very first longfic. I put so much into that fic and actually FINISHED it. And I’ve re-read it a few times top to bottom and STILL love it. It’s probably my favorite piece of my writing ever.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I like them both, lol. But I guess I can say I wished I’d been able to write more.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

I re-read YSMMC on the plane so I could do this. This is my favorite passage, from Chapter 16 (warning: scene is explicit, and why I’m cutting the rest):

Daryl felt him, all over, from the tips of Paul’s hair slipping over his shoulder to brush against Daryl’s chest to Paul’s hand grazing up over his ribs and up his good arm to intertwine their fingers… “You feel fuckin’ amazing,” he groaned, clutching Paul’s hand.

“Shut up,” Paul hissed, hips stuttering and hand clenching tight.

Daryl swept his free hand down Paul’s side and on around to his ass, pulling him closer. “That an order?”

“That’s a ‘shut up or I’ll come before I get to fuck you like I want to.’”

“I make you feel that good?”

“Fuck. You have no idea, do you?” Paul panted, pulling out all slow and gentle, making Daryl’s toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut when he thrust back in. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you lying here for me. You hear those sounds you’re making? Like you can’t help it, like what I’m doing is just what you need—”

“That’s right—” And it was, more than he’d thought it could be, a return to what he’d been denying himself, or maybe wasn’t ready to give himself, for all this time. He blinked open his eyes and Paul was right there. “You’re right,” he breathed.

“Shut up,” Paul repeated, eyes soft and full of something Daryl knew how to name.

“Shut me up,” he ordered, letting himself feel it instead of naming it, taking the moment for the rest of what it was—Paul inside him, finally, like the final piece in a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle he was afraid he’d lost pieces of. That’s right, he thought, eyes rolling back as Paul took him in hand. That’s right.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

@gaydaryl left my favorite comments on YSMMC over on AO3. I’m reposting all of them because it felt like everything i had consciously tried to do and put into daryl’s character was getting picked up and appreciated. 😍 v affirming [spoilers ahead.... lol]

on chapter 18:

this entire fic is like a warm hug and makes my entire body get the weak gay tremblies!!!! desus's dynamic is so good the entire way through and also daryl having had a husband before and it never being a point of contention and paul getting it and talking about jesse with him... god. it's so beautiful

also i've always been a sucker for "asshole but trying to be a good brother" merle characterization, and this Hit The Spot

i love this !! so much!! i can't wait to see the rest

chapter 19:

OH MY GODDDDD this was MORE than worth waiting for it's BEAUTIFUL i LOVE this fic their complete faith in each other is so good. and daryl's line about negan losin to TWO? SEXY OF HIM

chapter 20:

this fic the entire way through felt like such a breath of fresh air. having daryl be confident in his being gay, having had a long term relationship before, the absolute softness with which you wrote it all... it's so good. i loved it so much and it's one of my fave fics ever, i think, because the characterization is so utterly perfect and feels so real. thank you so much for writing it! 

💜💜💜

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

That last chapter just did NOT want to get figured out. Didn’t help that I was heading into the worst mental health of my life. And then after I finished that fic in September, I ... stopped writing. I’m only just now getting to a place where I can imagine again.

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

Reader, lol! Yellow came from a dream I had and the feel of it wouldn’t leave me so I had to translate it into words somehow. It only made sense to write it from that point of view, which was not one I ever thought I’d find a use for.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

From last year’s: “It’d be great to actually have the ability to write something long. I feel like the ideas I have are for short pieces.” I 100% accomplished that. I feel much more comfortable writing explicit scenes, although they still take so much more effort than basically any other isolated scene. 😩

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I want to contribute to more fandoms. I have been nudging along at a timestamp for YSMMC, I’d like to write more in-universe TWD (not canon, because Fuck Canon is my refrain for like, everything), I want to venture back into Star Wars and positively contribute there, and of course baseball!Harry. Maybe even... Prodigal Son? Who knows! the Chappy/Olson from 2018 needs a sequel.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

For the second year running, @chasm2018. My go-to beta is not as comfortable with helping to improve explicit scenes and Hannah volunteering to not only offer help with those but also the rest of the fic... invaluable! Couldn’t have done it without her. And I definitely owe her baseball!Harry.

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

Anytime you see something about a character being insecure in some way about their queerness, that’s me. an example, from your skin makes me cry:

There was a rainbow flag tacked up over his desk. Daryl had known because of what Rick had said when they were out for drinks, that Paul never tried to hide and managed to avoid any bullshit about it because he was so good at his job, but it was another thing to see those bright colors just out there for everyone to see.

“Problem?” Paul asked, a hard edge to his voice.

Daryl had been caught staring at the flag. Fuck, now Paul probably thought he was some ignorant hick homophobe. “No, ‘course not.” He cleared his throat. “Me too. Nice to have some company, ‘s all.” He wanted to punch himself, wanted to slink away out of sheer embarrassment. He hated every time he had to do this. In his head he knew that Paul wouldn’t think less of him, but he couldn’t help but think he didn’t exactly look like he belonged with all the other people who could put rainbow flags up over their desks. Only places he ever felt like he really belonged was out on his bike or in the shop. Only places he felt like he belonged anymore, anyway.

Paul didn’t say any of the worst things he could have said. Daryl had heard them all from well-meaning people who didn’t realize how all of those phrases cut him in different ways. “Oh, I could tell,” was just as bad as, “Oh, I never would have guessed,” if for different reasons. Paul just smiled and said, “Thank you for telling me.” Then they walked together the short distance down the hall to Eugene’s office where Paul told him to let him doing the talking.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Same as always: write what you want to read. And don’t be intimidated by the writing of others. :)

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I left Poe and Marek alone for ANOTHER year. I keep opening those docs and poking at them and now with the sequel trilogy done maybe I can shape them up. 

#meme #writing eval #2019 writing eval #my fic #fic excerpts

[readbythestarlight]

c2e48

I’m a day late and I’ve seen just enough to know that something happens and I am both ready and terrified

Sam your ads are so dumb I love you

sAM

I spy a Jareth

Nott the Bright Pink Goblin

Captain Orli ayyyyyyye!

I can’t remember why Cad wants a special blacksmith

Oh yeah the sword

Laura’s stare at Matt after "my mom reads lots of books"

SHOPPING FINALLY

800 miles to get a sword fixed DO IT

"Bo-Beau"

Beau’s bo has a bow

Poor Jester had no friends and it makes me sad

The owner has a cat this person is gonna be the Gilmore to Caleb’s Vax I’m calling it

"Slam poetry right now!"

Jester buying cook books - I wonder if the mushroom one is for Cad?

J: "I don’t have a ‘you can reply to this message’ thing."

Cad: "I said it all anyway."

Nott enjoying the feel of being back on the ground

NOTT omg making the kid cry by accident

Professor Thaddeus??

Aw darn

Jester’s little "hey it’s me!" dance

WE’RE BACK MOM

"Illegal people doing illegal things to illegal people" pretty much describes everything the M9 have done for the past dozen episodes

Mom really wants the dog gone xD

Caleb really trying to make sure Jester has time with her mom and it’s so sweet

Wealthy hermit mage in a tower that defies physical space?

Matt’s like "Liam why with the books please"

Hirling, Tusk Love, and Nein Shades of Blue. What a strangely named trilogy.

J: "The paint is always with me."

"I promise you if we go check it out tonight we’re going in tonight." Nott is not wrong

"You are in charge, you are the god cat, don’t let him push you around."

"I’m not gonna break any rules or anything" Cad is the only good boy in this group

LOL just emptying lanterns for oil

Sheila Bumsnapper???

J: "I don’t think she likes us, Caduceus."

Cad: "That’s nonsense we’re very likable."

Oh Bobsnobber.

YOU CANNOT GO INTO THE TOWER RIGHT NOW NOTT WHERE DID YOUR COMMON SENSE GO

Don’t waste the tree on the tower don’t do it

Fjord just bought himself a fish for no reason xD

Caleb’s like listen I want to go into the tower too but let’s not be rash idiots for once please

"Or he could turn us over to people who we do not want to be turned over to." Ohhh.

Let Cad go in he’s the one with the most questions. The most important valid actual questions

Oh plus one

Cad + Caleb please

Okay sure Beau + Cad the two polar opposites that’s good too.

"I will brew some tea"

Beau stop talking don’t tell him so much that’s a bad idea

Why are we saying so much this is such a bad decision

Happy Fun Time Ball

Sure tell him about the Dodecahedron that’s fine that’s not gonna be a horrible idea

Honestly they didn’t think this through at all and it’s just an awkward mess lol

"I need to stress eat" mood Liam

"I have a few slots open in my loyalty bank, so if you’re willing to pay the price of rental." Beau

I can’t believe they convinced him

Caleb’s real nervous

Matt really doesn’t want them to keep the Happy Fun Tim Ball because he doesn’t want to have to mess with it again xD

TELEPORTATION CIRCLE AW YISS

Time to learn teleportation Caleb

Honestly I’m not sure how I feel about this guy, but I want to trust him

"At a certain level of arcane ability morality becomes ambiguous" mmm don’t like that

I don’t know how I feel about him guys

DONT show him the dodecahedron yet please. Let’s make sure he’s really trustworthy.

I feel like even as an ally, even if he is trustworthy, he could mean trouble for Caleb. Either because he can offer too much knowledge, or because he could in some way be associated with Trent, or just... something.

I wanna trust Yussah I really do. But I almost feel like I trust The Gentleman more which?? I should not.

I got scared and then I remembered the teleportation circle

AW YISS THEY GONNA GET TELEPORTATION

"Where did you train?" noPE DONT LIKE THAT QUESTION

don’t like don’t like don’t like

"I sometimes follow my friends where I shouldn’t"

"That might someday get you killed. Or someday get you what you seek."

I can’t decide how I feel about this conversation but I’m not entirely comfortable

Caleb is definitely drawing lines between Yussah and Trent right now and he’s afraid that they’re going to end up being used or hurt by someone more powerful then all of them. Caleb KNOWS how powerful mages use and manipulate people and he’s definitely afraid of that happening.

Caleb really knows that Jester needs time with her mom, he saw how she was struggling and he want to make sure she has just a little time

Oh Beau honey he didn’t mean that like as in YOU are a liar, he’s just worried about you all throwing in with someone as potentially dangerous as Yussah.

Do you Marion has agoraphobia? Is that why she’s always so anxious about leaving the Chateau? Or is she not allowed to leave? Is something keeping her there? I know Matt’s described her as being that way more than once and I want to know why.

BYE MOM WE MISS YOU ALREADY

Caleb sharing his trashy smut novels with Jester is my fave

CAD TOLD FJORD ABOUT VANDREN

I’m having feelings

"I have some faith in you" LOTS OF FEELINGS

I’m trying to remember, does Caleb have some kind of item that helps him hide from Trent?

"I can’t keep poking my head up like a mole in the ground, because if I do someone is going to cave my skull in. And if you are all with me you will all die too." Oh jeeze. He’s so afraid, for himself, for them.

I love/hate how Caleb went from "I shouldn’t be with you because you’re putting me at risk" to now "I don’t know that I should be with you because you draw attention and if I’m found with you I put YOU in danger"

"I have to be careful, and if we can’t be careful enough I have to go"

No, Beau, he understands you’re WILLING to kick ass for him but he knows it won’t matter because Trent will fuck you all up

He’s saying please don’t go talking to sketchy powerful wizards

Beau it isn’t about the job you did it’s about the fact that Caleb knows how DANGEROUS this is. You’re playing with fire and nobody understands how dangerous that is

Caleb’s message isn’t "I want you to not care about me" it’s "I’m afraid of the fact that I care about you, because thanks to that, if we are caught you will all burn with me". Because they ARE Caleb’s weakness now, and Caleb knows that Trent will see that, see it and use it to finally and utterly destroy him.

And also yeah, Caleb seems afraid that Trent will find him through/because the M9 can’t lay low and not expose themselves to dangerous people, and that’s another reason he would consider leaving, but he’s afraid of that MOSTLY because of what will happen not just to him but to all of them.

I’m just having a lot of feelings.

HI BRYCE

Man my favorite thing is these idiots talking about illegal things in front of poor Bryce and they just always have to be like "noooo because that would be illegal" and they walk away

BYE BRYCE

Awww Jester giving Cad the cook books!

“It never even occurred to me that you could get a book about cooking that’s so great”

Nott backstory time!!?

Sweetheart please don’t start drinking

Oh god Caleb recognizes both that can’t be great

Oh no

Oh Matt where’s Nott’s friend

Is he dead is he taken?

HIS BOY LUKE?

guys guys guysssss

MATT WHERE IS HE

Caleb making himself look filthy again

Oh no a basement

Nott’s voice cracking I’m crying

Oh no I don’t like this

Nott just straight up breaking arcane locks with her badass lockpicking

Okay what’s here

“Gravity, entropy, and time.” Oh no.

Oh goddddd

TRENT

OH GOD

oh god oh god oh god

“What?! It’s your people!”

“Well! Well fuck him!” Oh. Oh no.

Oh no, not Nott and Caleb.

IM REALLY UPSET RIGHT NOW

Oh god Caduceus thank you

Guys I’m in tears

She’s blaming him and he’s blaming himself and I’m fucking CRYING

And I know Nott doesn’t mean it against Caleb I know she’s hurt and angry and scared but oh my god I’m just wrecked

I’m gonna need to find some comfort fic immediately because I can’t have this hanging over me for a week.

I KNEW IT

I KNEW HE WAS NOTT’S SON!!!!

IM SCREAMING

Luke doesn’t even know she’s a goblin I’m fucking sobbing

Oh. Oh wait.

Is Nott actually a goblin? Is she somehow turned into one and she’s actually a halfling? Do goblins live long enough for her to have a 5 year old son?

Unless he’s not her son by birth??

HI SAM THIS IS REALLY RUDE AND MAKING ME CRY PLEASE STOP

Beth??

It’s time to go leave now nO MATT

“If you guys had come here instead of Nicodranus you would have been here when all this went down” THATS A RUDE THING TO SAY MATT

#Critical Role #critical role spoilers #emi watches critical role

[kyaada]

Max Stuffing

An original weight gain story by kyaada

It had been a couple of months since I’d seen Max in the flesh, and I always looked forward to his visits to town with the neverending hope that I’d see more of him than the time before.  Each time we’d meet, I’d concentrate on bolstering his waning self-confidence attributed to his ongoing weight gain, assuring the 26 year old Swedish meat ball that he still had more than his share of good looks.  Of course, I’d also fill his head with restaurant ideas and tempting recipes, never letting him forget that it was important to keep that belly of his full of many pleasingly delicious things.

It was fairly busy day at the warehouse club with a steady stream of shoppers pushing their as-yet unfilled carts past Max’s roadshow table.  Very few stopped to show interest in the product, making it a perfect time to hang out and chat.

“Yeah, I tried to go on this diet that my father recommended, and I had bought all of this stuff-- $400 worth--” Max said, scratching the top of his belly, “but it lasted two weeks. Then I gorged my way through Thanksgiving, then the whole month of December, well, hell, I’m still eatin’ like a pig.  My pants are so fucking tight, and well, this is my biggest shirt and it’s completely filled.”

“Max-filled, by the looks of it,” I said, reaching over and giving his rounded belly a gentle pat, bringing out a bit of laughter.  “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Max, I mean, come on-- you’re still a really handsome guy.”

“Well yeah, but I was so hot when I was in college.  I need to get back into shape.”  He stood there letting his belly stick out as far as it wanted after his substantial lunch at Applebee’s.  Giving his stomach a friendly massage with one hand, Max worked out a steady stream of mini-belches.  “Fuck, I ate too much for lunch.”

“Aw c’mon, Max.  You enjoyed it, right?”  

“No doubt, man.”  Max put both hands on his midsection, spread his fingers, and gave his food barrel a squeeze.  “I enjoy everything too much-- the main reason why I weigh 240 pounds now.  I’m the biggest I’ve ever been!  My roommate calls me his “big boy” now.  Damn him anyway for being such a good cook.”

“Oh, does he cook for you, Max?”

“Yeah, with me being out of town for a week at a time, it’s hard for me to keep groceries in the house.  He usually just cooks for me when I’m home, and with what he learned in those cooking classes last year, he’s become quite the budding chef.”

“That’s more than handy, huh?” I asked, watching Max reach down and shift some stiffness in his pants zipper region.

“You could say that.  The other week, he made this awesome tender steak with these loaded baked potatoes and this vegetable dish and this amazing garlic parmesan bread and my favorite salad and even some homemade pasta.”  Max kept his hand on top of his belly as he described the lengthy meal, rubbing back and forth as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  

“What? No dessert? The bastard!”

Max’s belly shook as he laughed.  “It’s all good-- I don’t really care all that much for sweets.  Besides, I probably wouldn’t have been able to fit it in.  As it was, I could barely move.  I just sat there on my fat butt like a big vulnerable pregnant Buddha.”

At the mention of his divine after-dinner state, I found myself getting harder.  “That must have been quite the sight, Max.  Did your roomie rub the Buddha belly for luck?”

“Come to think of it, he did, and he snapped a couple photos with his phone.  He told me that I was too big to get away and that I’d have to eat the rest of the sausage cannelloni because he didn’t want any leftovers.”

“Wow! It sounds like you were definitely vulnerable to a serious overfeeding at that point.”

“I was beyond swollen when I finished that last bite of saucy pasta goodness. Good thing I was close to the couch and he only had to help me waddle a short distance.  The Buddha was ready to burst!”

“You know, you really do need to come to my house on a night when you don’t have any appointments.  I’ll make you some dinner, and you can relax yourself with a good feed.”

5’ 10” Max smiled at me, showing off his irresistible dimples, “that sounds like fun.  We could have drinks and I bet you’re a pretty good cook.”  

“Oh absolutely.  Guys that come to my house for dinner should wear pants with a little give in ‘em and a shirt that will stretch some.  I’ve had a couple complaints where my dinner guests had eaten too much.”

“Are you gonna impregnate the Buddha?”

“Maybe a little bit, Max.  Overstuffing you and putting you into a vulnerable state is pretty appealing to me, I’ll have to admit.  I might even have to you weigh in and out.”  My eyes shifted down to his belly region again after thoroughly inventorying his dimples, much fuller cheeks, and beginning double chin.  “By the way, what time do you go to lunch today?”

“We could go now, actually, it’s not that busy.” Max began gathering his various phones and electronic devices.  “Besides, all this talk about food has made me hungry.” As we walked across the parking lot to his favorite standby Applebee’s, I noticed how much his round belly bounced with each eager step.  

“Where are the good places around here to run?” Max asked me as one of his heavier steps dislodged a small belch.

At first, my mind refused to connect the vision of his perfectly fat bouncing ball of belly and his desire to go through such ridiculously pointless physical effort; nonetheless, the memory of his diet and exercise talk spurred my response.  “Run? That’s too hard on your knees, Max.  You don’t want to be running.”  The short walk across the parking lot was topped by the sight of his wide rear going into the restaurant ahead of me.  He really did have an amazingly shaped bubblebutt and gloriously stacked love handles.

When we got to the booth, I noticed that the table was pushed over to one side, and he automatically chose the widest seating area. Max said that he was going to be good and just have a salad.  I told him that I knew he was trying to stick to his diet and “get back into shape”, so I first interested him in the French Onion soup that he’d never tried before, then ordered the 4-Cheese Mac and Cheese with Honey Pepper Chicken Tenders along with a steak quesadilla appetizer for us to share.  He gave it some thought and added some crispy chicken to top his humble Caesar.  

Max received his soup first, and was completely thrilled with the new flavor and stacks of gooey cheese.  He helped himself to pieces of the steak quesadilla at my urging, and was well through that pile of nibbles by the time our entrees came.  The server flew about like a crazed bee between tables because it was so packed, but she still managed to keep Max up to his nipples in Coke, which he sucked down at a near-panicked rate.  Next, Max conquered his heaped salad easily, and didn’t flinch when I pushed my mac and cheese towards him with a heartfelt request for assistance.  

Max’s belly swelled with obvious confidence.  The gap between his expanding stomach and the table edge narrowed as he widened in front of my eyes.  The fleece pullover, already tight all over, was getting a stretching in the midsection.  Suddenly realizing how full he was getting, Max leaned back momentarily and emitted a stout belch.  The bearchub of a manager chugged his way up to the table and asked how everything was tasting, recognizing Max from his many previous lunch trips.  “How’s my best customer?” the bearchub asked, “from here, it looks like you’ve got a little space left between you and that table, so we should fill it with a nice big dessert. What do you say?”

Powerless to avoid being desserted, Max watched as the bearchub sat an overscooped Blue Ribbon Brownie in front of him with two spoons.  The brownies were stuffed with chunks of dark chocolate and nuts, covered in hot fudge.  Two large scoops of chocolatey decorated vanilla ice cream sat on each side of the brownie pile in a similarly irresistible manner like Max’s fattened pecs adorned the top of his rising belly.  Despite his previously mentioned aversion to sweets, Max gorged himself to capacity on the quickly melting heap of decadence.   “There! That was a great diet lunch, Max.” I complimented the completely rounded stud seated in front of me.  His overfull belly pushed against the table hard enough to cause a mini-roll of fatness just above the table ledge.  If I would have shoved the table over just one inch toward him, it was likely that I’d be wearing his enormous dessert.

Max smiled at me as he rested his head back against the top of the booth, absentmindedly running his hand across the top of his big bloated belly.  “I’m so fucking full that I hurt.”

“Poor guy! Applebee’s apple barrel boy.”

Max looked at his phone.  “Oh shit-- I better get back to work!” His sudden realization spurred him into movement, but his next revelation was that he was a bit too overloaded to move quickly.  “Oh my Goddddd, get the forklift!  You might have to help roll out the barrel boy...”  Belching and grunting his way out of the tight fit of the booth, Max was finally able to stand up and begin his journey to the front door.  Even the most casual of observers in the restaurant could make out Max’s protuberant bulge and how it led the way while he shifted his pasta butt into gear to motor towards the entrance.  

“Take your time, Max, remember, you’re built for comfort, not speed.” I told him, looking ahead to see the bearchub manager waiting patiently at the front with a to-go bag.  

“You got that right-- besides, I don’t think I could move faster than this if I tried.”

Max slowly glided into position by the bearchub manager like a heavy-laden truck pulling into a highway weigh station.  The manager smiled and thanked him profusely for coming in again, handing him the to-go bag.  Addressing Max’s confused look, he offered, “you forgot your leftovers at your table, sir.”

“But I didn’t...” Max sputtered, relaxing his belly for a moment to let it become as round as possible.  The hefty young manager peeled off a “Blue Ribbon” sticker and smoothed it onto Max’s extra-taut fleece right above his left nipple.  Finding the humor in the situation, we all chuckled at how Max really did resemble fattened free range livestock.  The bearchub reached over and patted Max’s very full belly and thanked him for being a valued customer, “I know that you’re pretty stuffed at the moment, but here’s a little snack to tide you over before dinner.”

The walk back to the warehouse was a much lazier affair due to Max’s heavy lunch.  His gut was so packed so tightly that it essentially refused to bounce with each plodding step. 
 “Still thinking about taking up running again there, Max?”

“Smart ass.” Max smirked at me.  “Exercise of any kind is pretty much out in my present condition,” he confirmed as he rubbed his impressive sphere in languid circles.  “Buddha Boy here overdid it again...”

~.~

The next day, Max sent me pics during his visit to Famous Dave’s.  “Diet food” was the title of the first one, showing a mega-pile of food for his “Feast for One”, and this was after he’d guzzled beer at the bar during happy hour.  He’d told me before that he usually avoided drinking beer because it made him bloat so outrageously, but the cute young bartender had convinced him to try a local brew he ended up really enjoying. Max devoured his single feast after tanking up with beer, and sent a photo looking down to show how round he’d become.  His new gal pal behind the bar went on to work out a deal on a giant bowl of bread pudding with sauce and ice cream, enticing Max to stuff it in.  He must have handed her the phone to take the picture, so I received a very revealing shot of his tight shirt and swollen belly accompanied by a text that said he was going to “have to be rolled out.”  I texted back and told him that I loved his new diet plan.   The following night, Max ate Mexican food before going out to two appointments.  Then, he went out for pizza and beer.  Following that, he used the 2-for-1 Whopper meal coupon I’d given him and had to go to his hotel room for a rest.  He sent me several photos of his attempts to get comfortable on the bed, blaming me for his overgorged state because I’d shoved that coupon on him.  After accusing me of being a bad influence, he told me that he had the next evening free, so I jumped on the chance to invite him over for dinner.  Then he called me.

I answered the phone and heard this protracted belch rumble through my earpiece.  

“Wow, Max, you okay?”

“Oh my GOD I’m so full.  Just stick me with a pin and pop me already.”  Max said, breathing loudly enough for me to hear him over the phone.

“Poor guy. At least you’ve had two nights of stretching your stomach before you come to dinner at my house.”

“I’m definitely stretched out. I had to unbutton my pants.” Max belched again.  “I look so fat right now.”

“You looked like a big ol’ sausage in the pics you sent me.  A big, stuffed sausage...”

“Sauté me in beer until I split.” Max quipped.  

“So, are you in the mood for beer tomorrow night, Max?”

“Whatever you got.  I’m just gonna sit there with my mouth open like a little baby bird and let you feed me whatever you want.”

“Okay then.” I felt my face get hot as my blood started to rush around my body.

~.~

I certainly didn’t mind spending hours preparing for Max’s Big Meal the next day.  Cooking and baking non-stop, I gave my collection of cookbooks a thorough workout.  Feeling a touch exhausted, I poured myself a gin and tonic and looked over the assortment with undeniable satisfaction as the doorbell rang.  Time had really gotten away from me during all of that preparation.

I opened the front door and guided Max in.  “Hello there,” I said.  “Hey,” Max replied with a smile.

“You know, I’ve never been invited to a guy’s house for dinner before,” Max said as he shed his coat and showed off his ensemble.  To my amazement, he’d chosen his black knit pullover shirt he’d outgrown several months prior, stretched it over what appeared to be a tank top underneath, and then struggled to button his tan dress pants from work.  The zipper had no hope of traveling up to the top of the track, and there was a “v”-shaped gap underneath the tortured pants button.  

“No worries, dude.  You just sit back and get a bellyful of food and drink like normal.”

“All right, I can do that!”  Max confirmed, running his right hand over his rounded middle.    He sucked in the delicious aromas that filled the air.  “Wow, what smells so good?”

“I’m so glad you asked.  Would you like a drink?”

“That sounds perfect.” Max said, “I could use a stiff one.”  

“Kitchen’s that-a-way,” I pointed out, letting him walk in front of me.  His fat butt wobbled from side to side in front of me, and I tried to calculate how many pots of pasta it took to get the seat of his tight pants to fill out that much.  “How about a martini?”

“Sure!”  Max looked around at the smorgasbord of food around the kitchen and was genuinely surprised.  “Oh. My. God. You really outdid yourself!”

Max made short work of the frozen glassful of gin I’d poured him and held the empty out for me to fill again.  “No way, you left the scale out for me?”  Seeing the scale over by the back door, Max sauntered over and stepped on it.  “Not sure if I should do this or not...”

I took another long drink of my gin and tonic as I walked over to see what the scale had to say.  “Huh.  251 pounds, Max,” I told him as he tried to suck in his belly and lean forward to look down at the readout.  

“251, really?” Max sipped his martini confidently.  “Damn. I just keep putting on weight,” he said as he started scooping up seven layer dip with tortilla chips, “ Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised with how much chow I’ve been pushing down my gullet these past few days.”  The effects of the quick infusion of cold gin became obvious; Max was getting “softer”.

Like a switch had been flipped, Max concentrated on conquering the chips and dip while alternating nibbles of crostini slathered with roasted garlic cream cheese, roasted peppers, and balsamic vinegar.  I opened him a beer and he guzzled to wash down the uninterrupted stream of appetizers.  Finding true love with the barbecue sauce-drenched bacon-wrapped Italian meatballs, he popped them in his mouth, one after the other, like Pac Man on a hurried trip through the maze.  Max’s black shirt stretched as his stomach swelled, and his facial expression was that of pure bliss.  “What’s for dinner?” he asked.

“Come this way,” I said, guiding him into the dining room where I’d set a very attractive table.  “Make yourself comfortable.”

“One minute,” Max delayed, as he doubled back to fill a large plate full of his favorite hors d’ oeuvres.  

“You’ve sure got a good appetite there, Max.” I complemented him, giving his middle a lustful stare.

“You’re an amazing cook, too.  I think I’m in trouble,” Max told me, setting his big plate of nibbles on the table and rubbing his rounder belly in wide circles.  

Max’s prediction of trouble became more real over the next hour of uninterrupted binging.  After he’d finished the entire pan of steak enchiladas, the outline of his wide belly button was unmistakeable through his divinely taut shirt.  The slipperiness of the black knit material caused the hem of that outer shirt to slide up a bit on his swelling belly, creating a white strip of the cotton undershirt below.  Max finally took a break from shoving food into his mouth.  He scooted his ample butt forward and leaned back in his dining chair, arching his back slightly.  The movement caused him to emit a very satisfied belch; startled at the volume of the burp, Max excused himself and rested a hand on top of his much taller belly.

I leaned toward him, unable to hide my pleasure in his condition, and pushed my hand against his firm stomach.  Max let out a grunt and looked over at me.  “How are ya feelin’ there, big guy?” I asked, giving his bulging belly a couple enthusiastic thumps.  “Yer gettin’ big!”

“The food is too good. I gotta use your restroom for a minute.”

Max struggled to get up, grunting and groaning all the way, pausing to stand before me while he stretched his arms up to the ceiling.  His combination of shirts rode up his belly, baring a nice portion for me to view, and his pants button appeared to be in imminent danger of launching.  Max grabbed his latest beer bottle off of the table and chugged down what was left.  “Ahhh, good stuff,” he said, belching loudly.  Allowing his belly to relax a little, the increased size was enough to pop his pants button off into my lap.  

“Well, it was only a matter of time.  That button’s days were limited,” I comforted him.

“40s here I come,” Max said before turning to wobble to the bathroom.  I watched his concerted effort to walk after eating as much as he did, and continued marveling at how fat his ass had gotten over the previous few months. His gait seemed unnecessarily hindered until he let out a fart as he exited the room.  “Excuse me!” he called behind him as he continued his journey to apparently release even more accumulated pressure.

I checked on the outrageously topped pizza in the oven and pulled it out ahead of it becoming too browned.  Opening another beer for Max, I waited for him to return.  As I was cutting slices, I heard Max puffing his way down the hallway.  Emerging in the kitchen, he lacked his overtight black pullover shirt and was clad only in his completely filled white tank top.  His nipples were obviously hard and he’d made no effort to raise his pants zipper whatsoever.  Max’s basket was plump as he opened his mouth.  “Pizza?  Oh no.  My weakness.  You know my weakness.”

“Yup.  You told me one time and I’ve never forgotten.”

Max stood there in the kitchen admiring the incredibly tasty mound of toppings smothering a semi-thick crust, sucking back drool and swallowing hard to keep it from escaping the corner of his mouth.  “It looks so good.”

“Do ya think it will fit in your belly?”

“It’s definitely gonna be a tight fit.  I’m gonna have to stretch top-to-bottom and side-to-side.”

“Attaboy, Max! That’s the spirit!”

I picked up a heavy slice and guided it towards his mouth.  His lips instinctively parted as he opened his mouth wide for a giant bite.  I pushed the ample portion in as far as I could and he responded by taking an enormous chunk.  That first piece disappeared quickly, and his hunger was reignited by the irresistible combination of flavors.  He stood there in front of the cooktop gorging himself on pizza as I opened another beer for him.  Max spread his feet apart to lower his center of gravity toward the food supply, and relaxed his abdominal muscles as possible to facilitate continuous swelling.

I must have created the perfect storm of toppings because Max could not and would not stop eating.  His midsection blew up like a balloon as he used both hands to push in slice after slice.  He looked over at me with a couple pieces remaining, blinked several times, belched forcefully, and said, “I’m getting s-t-u-f-f-e-d!!”

“No doubt, Max.  Your gut looks like you’ve swallowed a beach ball.”

Max chuckled as he requested another beer. “I can’t believe what a bad influence you are.  I’m supposed to be on a diet!”

“Hey, I’m sorry, Max.”  I walked over and placed my hand on top of his protruding belly.  I pushed in to fully appreciate the fullness, watching his nipples harden again.  His softened pecs sat on top of his overfed belly as plump reminders of his long-forgotten days in the gym.  I put my other hand on the small of his back, brushing his thick lovehandle on the way over.  Pushing him forward with one hand as I rubbed back and forth on his solid belly with the other, I noticed him chew his mouthfuls faster.  “Your diet is as blown as this fat belly.”

Max looked down and the surprise on his face was evident.  “Holy fuck...my belly has never been this big!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Max?”

“Fuck yeah. Keep rubbing!  Maybe get behind me and use both hands...”

He didn’t have to ask twice, and I pushed my hot crotch into his fat bubble butt as I reached around his front.  Max gobbled down the last of the pizza and guzzled his near-full beer.  I squeezed a big long belch out of him and then shook his enormously swollen belly from side to side.

“You’ve impregnated me with food!” Max babbled in a daze, leaning his head back against my shoulder.  “Not that I’m complaining at all, but fuck, I’m so fat!”

“Yeah, you are. Your belly feels like it’s gonna bust!”

“No lie. You ought to pop me and put me out of my misery!”

“Maybe after dessert.”

“Dessert?”

I started smacking Max’s tight gut with alternating hands.  “Damn, this tank makes some fine sounds.  I could play this drum for a long time!”  Max put his weight back against me as I harvested a new round of burps from his ripe watermelon of a belly.

Max pulled away from me and waddled over to where the scale sat on the floor.  He was so full that his arms swayed out away from his body.  Stepping on the scale, he became frustrated almost immediately.  “Shit.  I can’t see the display-- my belly is too big.  You fed me too much!”  

I walked over to his side, looked down, and reported the 261 that showed on the display.  Smacking him right in the full gut, I told him “hey, it takes two to make a 10 pound food baby.”

“Fuck, man.  I gotta go on a diet.  I’ll never find a girlfriend at this rate.”

“Max, I’ve told you before...you’re a damn handsome guy!  So what if you’re thirty, forty, uh, sixty or so pounds overweight for your height.”

“More like 80 pounds overweight,” Max smirked, putting a hand on each side of his bloated sphere of chow.  “Okay, 90.”

“Trust me, Max.  You can find a girlfriend.  There’s plenty of women out there that will find you a plenty good catch.  You’ve got a steady income, you’re reliable, and you come with nice big bubble in the middle, which means you’re on the level.”  

“I’m just not looking because I don’t like how I look right now...” Max said, stepping off of the scale.

“But hell, you’re so hunky and chunky.  You just need to find a girl that will bring you beers while you sit on the couch waiting for her to finish making you an extensively filling dinner.  You’d be much happier letting your belt out another notch than going and sweating it up at some gym.”

I could sense Max traveling to this magic land of perpetual weight gain in his mind as he   wobbled back into the main kitchen area sniffing around for more food. “I do hate cardio, that’s for sure.”  He parked his fat butt against the counter and let his gut relax out to full bulge.  

“See?” I eased my way over in front of him and gently punched around on his enormous ball of belly.  His tank top’s hem lifted up to expose his belly button, inviting my finger in for a visit.  “You’re destined to be an overfed chubby hubby.”  As I pushed my finger in and out of his belly hole, he horned up instantly.  “Now, how about some dessert?”

“Jeeeeeez. Are you just going to keep pushing food in me until I explode?”

“Is that a bad thing?” I inquired.

“Nah. You’re an amazing cook.  My belly is telling me to stop, but my taste buds are longing for more.  Why did you make everything so delicious?”

“It was all part of the plan to make sure you really enjoyed yourself, Max.  I’ve loved watching you grow fatter over the last few months.”

“Hmmm.  Well, you do talk about restaurants and recipes a lot.  You’re always making me hungry....even after I’ve eaten!”

“Oops... Sorry about that.”  I pulled out a plate of brownies and wafted the aroma under Max’s nose.  He started salivating again, and his dimples made a lengthy reappearance.  “Brownie cups with Reese’s peanut butter cup centers...”

“No way...”  

I took one and shoved it halfway into his mouth.  Pouring him a big glass of chocolate milk, I had him take a big gullet-clearing swig after he swallowed the generous bite of brownie treat.  “C’mon.”

Soon, I had him laying across my lap on the couch as I fed him stuffed brownies and poured chocolate milk down his throat.  After I’d shove another morsel in his eager mouth, I’d give his ever-swelling belly an intense rubbing.  Max’s stomach pushed up higher and higher into the air, becoming tighter as it rose.  Finally, Max was struggling to swallow down each subsequent bite, and I knew he was reaching capacity. 

“Ohhhh, my belly...” Max moaned.  

I put both hands on his mound and finger-massaged my way around it.  “It’s like a big round rock!”

“I know...it’s all your fault.” Max got out between labored breaths.  “I’m overgorged.”

“Poor guy.  Hard-bloated from rib to cock....” I thumped his enormous gut like a ripe melon.  “Now, aren’t you glad you finally made it over for dinner, Max?”
 “Buddha is on the verge of going boom!”

Max wriggled off of my lap and capsized onto all fours on the floor.  For a moment, all he could do was adjust to the amount of gravity pulling his tumescent abdomen close to the rug.  “Blue ribbon Buddha...” I observed, remembering the sticker he’d gotten the other day from the hot bearchub manager at Applebee’s.  Thumping the side of his full tank, I produced a series of most pleasing “bomp” sounds.  “So ample and plump, this Buddha Boy,” I told him, scooting forward to sit on the edge of the couch so that I could reach all of the way under his solid gut.  “Like a big tom turkey being fattened for a sublime Thanksgiving meal.”

“Tell me about it.  I keep wanting to get back my hot college bod to get the ladies, but all I have are guys stuffing me until I’m ready to pop like a tick!”

“You should resist those insane temptations and do some push ups -- right now!”  

Max grunted incredulously.  Pushing his legs back one after the other, he soon found himself laying on his beach ball of a gut in a pregnant plank position.  I pushed him over onto his back and watched his mountainous bellyful wobble into upward prominence. I mercilessly fingered his shallower belly button and shook his tank from side to side.

“Heh.  I thought so.  Now, try to do a sit up.”

“Please.” Max breathed, working out a long, satisfied belch.  I knelt down beside him and put both hands on top of his tall girthy gut, applying pressure in various degrees all over the broad expanse.  I watched his cock lengthen inside his taut underwear, knowing that he was thoroughly enjoying the attention. Grabbing the hem of his tank top, I worked the skin tight affair up to his fattened pecs crowned with hard nipples.  I slapped the bare skin of his bloated stomach, careful not to work his packed digestive tract too much.  

“Max can’t run, he can’t do a push up or a sit up,” I stated, lifting my leg up and over to straddle his big round mountain.  “He can’t even escape a sure and certain forcefeeding coming up to finish him off.”  I gently bounced on his giant gut, quite mindful of the fact that it could prove disastrous to put much weight on it.

Max sputtered out an oh-my-god, then “sit on my cock instead. My pregnant belly can’t take any pressure at all.  I’ll split down the middle!”

“Attaboy, Max,” I affirmed, giving his taut balloon a good massage, “now to push another fattening pile of food into Buddha...”

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