#like they were finally putting their skills to good use again. getting to flex their muscles and shit. whenever they cook better purer meth

[16-jarrah]

i get why people would opt to say walter was a terrible person since the beginning, but i think that's like, the most boring takeaway you can get about his character. he was already insecure and prideful from the start, and it's what would hurt him and keep hurting him. but like, being insecure and prideful are regular traits any regular person can have. the actions that he makes because of these traits, which in turn keep fueling his ego more and more, are what makes him an interesting character. and he was already pretty capable of hurting other people, but he wasn't doing it out of malice, but more because of careless selfishness at first. what makes walter terrifying is that the more he does it, the more he becomes aware of what he's doing, and the more he keeps going and keeps being more and more meticulous and deliberate about what he does that hurts people and even to the point when it was specifically to hurt people.

i think the traits were there in walter from the beginning—the pilot did a pretty good job of establishing how powerless he's felt all his life and just how susceptible he is to letting this newfound perceived power get to his head so easily. he even says this explicitly in 5x06 "Buyout" when he tells jesse "i'm not in the money business, i'm in the empire business". but saying he was this monster from the start kind of implies he didn't undergo through a character arc throughout the show when it's quite literally what he did. he got worse. so much worse. through mostly the fault of his own fragility.

#idk if i put it into words right but i'm just musing #was walter a good person when brba started? up in the air. but his family genuinely adored him. despite feeling like a loser teacher #some of his coworkers actually really liked and respected him. he was just as much of a regular person as anyone else was tbh #you know it's interesting that he and gale basically have the same motivations. why jump to meth of all things. why go from 0 to 100 when #it sounds COMPLETELY ridiculous. but they were both very passionate about chemistry who felt like their potentials were wasted and felt #like they were finally putting their skills to good use again. getting to flex their muscles and shit. whenever they cook better purer meth #than most other people. i think it's a really genius idea to have this premise for the show lol #cz as much as walter is motivated by him feeling like he desperately has to take control of his own life he also is a scientist at heart #who desperately needs to apply his knowledge and skills somewhere where it would feel gratifying #seriously dude you could've tried to get a paper published or two or something. djhdidhd #but the academe has its own Politics and whatnot. so one could only speculate why walt didn't get to pursue that any more #(aside from the whole grey matter industries thing) #anyway uhhh i hope i get the post across lol not to sound cheesy cliche but brba is a corruption slash character deterioration arc #quite literally the whole point is that he Didn't Start Off Like This And He Gets Worse #again. he already had some of his bad tendencies and traits but it's like. we all do that's not necessarily inherently make or break #it's what he DOES and KEEPS DOING. CONSCIOUSLY that turns him into the horrifying man he is by the end of it all #so i just think if your biggest takeaway is Walter Was Always A Monster then you're just missing the whole damn point #op #brbaposting

[rosaacicularis]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or hermitgang

#it all started when grian touched my redstone he played himself like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical #skills and crazy vocal acrobatics i’m a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o docmc is coming for you seven fold i got rendog and #other firemen to douce the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again you think i’m in hiding i’m just biding my time #putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group got together just to crush you once we start something you know were #going to see it through i’m the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict you’re #guilty of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds hermitgangx16 if you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false #gteam is dialling for help but i’m in ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you know that false’s on a killing spree try to #stop my pvp and perish painfully i’m the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armour can’t compare to my martial arts i’ll #send a poison dart to make you breath your final breath gteams name will be the only thing left caffeinated animated redstone innovator my #behaviour’s crazy can’t phase me impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray now my scope is aiming better run from cover from all the #ghast balls that i be taming without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the gteam will end up #blazing whos the better team there is no controversy but before it’s said and done y’all be begging us for mercy hermitgangx16 x gone give #it to ya i’m gone give it to ya x gone give it to ya what lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the gteam they’re looking #unclean needing some sunscreen burnt by words this herd of nerds it’s ubsurd how my rhymes got them injured danger danger i got lasers to #cut them up like razors it’s flexing season and i got flavour their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are #presenting they’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over them i could jump over them i could use an ender pearl i #could use my elytra come one gteam geez hermitgangx16 now i’m back and i got some things i wanna say what’s the letter that starts the #alphabet a ladies get it line the diggity be on the way cleo don’t know who she freaking with all the signs say to notify her next of kin #this digitty dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits spit that line again brrr cause the message is i could mumble rap and still be the best #there is hermitgangx16 oh you wanted me to do a verse i’ll have to check with gteam i mean i’ll have to check my schedule to see if i can #see if i’m able to do that sort of thing busy guy lots of things to do oh do averse bananas do a verse bananas i just don’t know if it’s a #good idea for me to a part of this song really #i just typed all of that out from memory im a little bit insane i think

[1nyourdr34ms]

make you happy

+18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: insecure bf mark x fem!reader

synopsis: mark becomes insecure about your sex life, so you decide to show him, how much you care for him.

warnings: giving him a blow job.

you and mark are the quintessential power couple - living proof that true love is no fairy tale. but sometimes you don't even realize how you managed to snag this man.

first, you were close friends at university and now after uni you've become lovebirds. he comes from a picture-book family, super elitist and with endless money, while you see your biggest flex as having put the uni scrap behind you.

sometimes you really wonder what he sees in you to call you his girlfriend, whereas he had the choice of so many super hot girls at uni who were also in his league and would be a better match for him.

even his brother, jisung and his cousin, jaemin are totally on your side and rave about your relationship with mark. it all feels like a dream.

in comparison, your family was more of a nightmare - with parents who are characterized by mental health issues and emotional immaturity. they were always very strict, controlling and afraid of losing you. but somehow you managed to convince them to let you move out of your parents house.

you wanted to stand on your own two feet, take life by the horns and grow up. plus, you wanted to spend more time with mark, which was quite difficult with your parents at home.

your parents had no idea about your thing with mark. you were not sure how they would see him, or what mark and his family would think of yours. it was clear to you that if your two worlds collided, it would probably be the end of your love.

so you kept the thing with mark under the radar. you thought that at some point the puzzle would fall into place and that would be the perfect moment to let the cat out of the bag.

of course, mark had wanted to meet your parents for a long time, but at first he couldn't understand why you were constantly trying to get him to let go of this intention. but he slowly started to get suspicious.

when it came to moving in to your first own apartment, mark, jisung and jaemin were there to lend a hand. after around 1.5 months, everything was in place, perfectly furnished, just as you had always imagined.

as a thank you, you invited mark, jisung, jaemin and minji to dinner. minji was your only best female friend since high school.

dinner took place in a cozy atmosphere. the tv is ran in the background, but no one really paid any attention to it.

jaemin couldn‘t hide his admiration for your cooking skills. his eyes lit up as he looked at the various dishes on the table and finally slid a large piece of homemade lasagna onto his plate. "it all looks so incredibly delicious, noona."

jisung, who watched jaemin out of the corner of his eye and couldn‘t help but smile. it was the familiar atmosphere that made him giddy. jisung's smile widened when he saw jaemin's indulgence and he leaned back, taking in the scene.

at the other end of the table, you were chatting animatedly with minji. you swapped stories from your university days, laughed about past misadventures and planned future adventures.

"do you remember that crazy trip to barcelona during the spring semester?" minji interjected, her eyes twinkled with amusement. "and how could you forget that guy you used to see… what was his name again? mingyu?"

your heart stopped for a moment. mingyu was a name that mark was completely unfamiliar with.

you glanced quickly at mark, who is drinking a glass of beer. his face remained unreadable, and he set his glass down without showing any movement that would indicate he was paying particular attention to your conversation.

"ah, mingyu…" you began cautiously, trying to hide your surprise and quickly change the subject. "that was nothing serious. let's just remember the good old days, shall we?“

minji nodded, perhaps realizing she's broached a touchy subject, and deftly steered the conversation in a safer direction.

you continued chatting, jumping from one topic to the next, but yours and marks thoughts were circling in the back of your minds around another topic.

as a matter of fact, your family wasn't the only thing you were hiding from him.

it was also mingyu. your former fuck buddy. you and Mingyu had met in high school and were immediately strongly attracted physically without any feelings for each other.

it was absolutely instinct-based. you learned a lot from him about sex. he was already much more experienced than you and whenever you were bored or horny, he was always ready for you on the other end of the phone.

the thing with him continued even after you met mark. but as soon as you became an official couple, you stopped seeing him.

unfortunately, mark didn't know about it and thought you were always an angel. in the sense that he was your first real relationship (which was actually true) and also the first man you had your first sexual experience with (well, that wasn't quite true after all).

you were unsure how he would react or which secret was worse for your relationship: that your family is mentally ill or that you used to have a fuck buddy?

after the others had left, mark stayed behind to help you with the washing up.

you stood next to each other in the cozy kitchen, which was still filled with the aroma of dinner. the soft lighting cast a warm glow on your faces, and the gentle splashing of water from the tap underscored the silence that spread between you.

mark handed you the last of the plates, you took them with a smile, dipped them in the dishwater and began to clean them carefully. the silence stretched on a moment too long and you felt mark clear his throat, a sign that something was on his mind.

"babe, when can i finally meet your parents?", his voice was soft, but you could detect a hint of uncertainty that caught you off guard.

your heart began to beat faster and you could feel your hands shaking in the dishwater. you tried to mask your excitement and focused on the plates as you frantically searched for an answer that would change the subject.

„you know, the weather's supposed to be lovely this weekend. maybe we could go on a trip, just the two of us?", your attempt to change the subject was obvious, you felt mark's eyes on you.

"are you all right?", his voice sounded more concerned now and you felt cornered, unable to avoid the direct confrontation. your mind was working at full speed as you searched for a plausible lie that would stop mark from asking any more questions about your parents.

"i… my parents are on a long trip at the moment", you lied, your voice shaking slightly. "they're very adventurous and often hard to reach. i don't want you to get a bad impression because they're not there to meet you", you hoped your words would convince him, avoiding looking him straight in his eyes.

mark seemed to hesitate for a moment, but suddenly you felt his arms wrap around you from behind and pull you into a warm embrace.

his kiss on your neck made you forget all your worries for a moment, so you leaned into his embrace.

but the peace didn't last long, because he broke the silence with a soft, almost innocent murmur, "and who is mingyu?"

this question hit you like a blow. your heart stopped for a moment. the warmth of his embrace suddenly felt suffocating as you struggled to catch your breath. your mind raced with thoughts of how to navigate this new turn of events without hurting ,ark or jeopardizing your relationship.

you pretended that his question did not upset you and tried to stay cool.

with a slightly forced smile, you turned slightly to him and asked, "how did you suddenly come up with that name?", your voice was light and casual, but inside you were seething.

mark continued to mumble into your neck as his eyes fixated on you doing the dishes.

"i heard you and minji talking earlier," he confessed quietly, "and you looked kind of uncomfortable with the name 'mingyu'. is he someone you should be uncomfortable around?", his words were gentle, but you sensed the meaning behind them.

you pondered for a moment as you turned off the water and slowly turned to face him.

your eyes search for an excuse, but the truth pushed itself inexorably to the forefront of your mind.

mark encouraged you with a gentle gesture. he placed his hand over your forehead and ran his fingers gently over your cheeks. "you can trust me, baby," he whispered, and there was a depth in his eyes that showed you he meant it.

despite your uncertainty, you let yourself be reassured by mark's assurance that he won't judge you or be angry with you if you tell him the true story. you asked for a promise.

deep down, you knew that this was the moment to open up, but the fear of losing him weighed heavily on your heart.

mark became uncomfortable as he sensed that what you have to say might be probably unpleasant. his jaw muscles tightened, but he nodded and said firmly, "i promise“,

with a deep breath that took more courage than you ever thought possible, you finally released the words you've kept hidden for so long.

"mingyu, he.. he was my… fuck buddy during college", you confessed softly, almost whispering, as if the softer mood might soften the harshness of your words.

every word was hard for you to say, as if you were destroying a piece of the image mark had of you.

mark's reaction could not be hidden. a shadow of shock and horror flit across his face, a sight that broke your heart.

the fear of looking him in the eye as you made your confession stopped you from seeking his gaze. instead, you focused your eyes on the wet tea towel in your hands, which you unconsciously twisted as if you could wring out your nervousness with it.

„it was before i met you," you continued, your voice shaking with every word. "i was young and… and i didn't really know what i wanted. mingyu was just… there. it was never emotional, always physical."

you felt the distance between you, though physically unchanged, became an unbridgeable gap emotionally. mark's silence was deafening. you didn't dare to reach for his hand.

in the oppressive silence that had spread between you, you almost didn't dare to speak, but the question escaped your lips like a whisper, "are you okay, mark?", your voice was so quiet that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the water still dripping slowly from the tap.

mark looked as if he was pulling himself back from a scene, as if his mind has been far away and needed to find his way back to reality. he blinked once or twice before turning his gaze to you, his eyes searching your face as if looking for an answer he couldn't find in your words.

"is that all?", his voice is calm, but there was a depth to it that left you confused.

your brows furrowed, confused by his question. "what do you mean?", your own voice sounded strange, as if you were speaking from a great distance.

mark took a deep breath, as if he needed to prepare for his next words. "was this dude all he was to you?", his question was direct and you sensed how important the answer was to him.

you nodded, the confirmation came quickly and without hesitation. "y-y-yes, he never meant anything more. i never loved him", you said emphatically, your voice stronger than before.

"you're my first real love, mark. i love you more than anything, and mingyu… he's just someone from my past", your words were honest, and you put all your feelings into each sentence, hoping he could see the truth in them.

mark looked down at the floor for a moment, as if he was weighing your words and considering what they meant to him. the silence stretched out, becoming another actor in this scene, charged with tension.

"are you angry?“, your voice was barely more than a breath, a mixture of fear and hope resonating in it.

mark forced a smile onto his lips, a faint sign of understanding, and shaked his head slowly.

"no, i'm not angry", he finally said, his voice firmer, as if he needed to convince himself of his words. "you said he is in the past. and your past won't change anything about my love for you", his words were like a balm for your torn soul, and you felt a weight fall from your shoulders.

touched by his generosity and understanding, you overcame the last distance between you and hug him tightly, „thank you“.

although mark assured you that evening that he wasn't angry and that everything was fine, you noticed a noticeable change in his behavior in the days that followed.

he seemed more distant than usual, his answers were short and his usually lively eyes often seemed absent.

it was the little things that you noticed: how he sometimes paused in the middle of a conversation, as if his thoughts took him to distant worlds, or how his smile, which used to be so warm and sincere, now carried a hint of melancholy.

one evening, when you had snuggled up together in your bedroom to watch a movie, you became particularly aware of mark's changed mood.

you two lay snuggled up close on your bed, the soft comforter wrapped around you, and the flickering light from the tv cast shimmering patterns on the wall. but despite the supposed closeness, you felt a distance between you that weighed heavier than ever before.

during the movie, you noticed that mark was barely paying attention to the action.

when you asked him a question about a scene, he didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the screen, but his thoughts seemed far away.

you felt his arm tight around you, his fingers occasionally tracing gentle patterns on your bare thigh or waist, but these touches, once so full of affection, now seemed mechanical and lacking the usual warmth.

in the middle of the movie, you pressed pause and suggested to take a short break. mark just nodded, his gaze still absent, and got up to go to the bathroom. his reaction left you puzzled.

you had hoped that he would take the opportunity to talk to you, perhaps even talk about his obvious inner turmoil. but he chose to escape into the solitude of the bathroom, leaving you alone with your worries and the oppressive silence of the room.

when Mark returned from the bathroom, he grabbed the remote control without hesitation, as if he just wanted to pick up where you left off.

but you were quicker, snatched the remote control from him in one swift movement and put it aside. mark looked at you in astonishment, obviously surprised by your decisive gesture.

"there's something wrong with you", you said, your voice firm and determined as you looked directly at him.

"you have to speak to me. now.", your words were clear and left no room for evasive maneuvers.

mark avoided your gaze, his shoulders slumped a little. "it's nothing, really," he tried to deflect, his voice flat, as if he wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible and return to the apparent normality of movie night.

but you didn't let up. with a mischievous twinkle in your eye and a playful tone in your voice, you jokingly threatened him, "if you don't open up now, i'll ban you from kissing me for the next two weeks", your attempt to lighten the situation carried a serious message: that he could trust you and open up.

mark hesitated for a moment, seeming almost shy, before asking the question that had obviously been on his mind for a while. "are you… happy with me?", his voice was quiet, almost uncertain, as if he was afraid of the answer.

your confusion was obvious. why was he suddenly doubting your relationship?

"of course i am," you replied reflexively, but mark didn't let up.

"again, are you really happy with me? can i satisfy you?“, his questions now came more fluently, revealing the deeper insecurities that were tormenting him.

the atmosphere in the room had changed.

what had just been a cozy movie night had turned into a serious conversation. the soft comforter that enveloped you and the flickering light of the tv in the background created an intimate setting for this unexpectedly profound conversation.

your mind was racing. where did his sudden doubts come from? was it because of your past with mingyu?

mark's voice carried a seriousness that made you stop and really listen.

"i don't want you to feel like you're missing anything when you’re with me or that anything is falling short", he said with a candor that touched you.

"please tell me, if i can do anything better to keep you happy."

as you processed his words, you were still trying to understand why he suddenly felt that way. "of course i'm happy with everything in our relationship", you assured him, putting all your conviction into those words. "i'm overjoyed with you, mark."

but mark didn't let up, his uncertainty was still palpable. "are you sure? are you… satisfied with our… sex life?", the way he said 'sex life' made him seem almost vulnerable, as if this was the core of his insecurities.

your first reaction was to giggle - not in derision, but because the phrase was so unexpected and somehow sweet. how could he possible come to the conclusion that you would question it? it never once crossed your mind.

you moved closer to him, grabbed his face gently with both hands and looked him straight in the eye. "i'm more than pleased with our sex life", you said with a mixture of tenderness and emphasis. "you are everything i could wish for and more."

the intimacy of that moment, the closeness and the honesty in your words seemed to touch mark.

there was a sparkle in his eyes that you had missed for so long. the cool distance that had built up between you began to melt away.

with a gentle tug, you moved so that you were now sitting on his legs, your knees gently wrapped around his sides. your hands, still cupping his face, gently pulled him closer to you.

mark responded to your invitation, his hands wrapping around your waist, gently, yet with a determination that betrayed his longing for closeness.

your first kiss that night washesitant. but with each subsequent kiss, which beame deeper and more passionate, the last trace of doubt dissolved.

a whimper escaped your lips as you felt his hand on the back of your knee, pulling you closer to him.

his other hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head and deepening the kiss.

your lips moved towards each other as your breathing quickend. your whole body was electrified.

mark pulled you even closer to him. you gasped as you could clearly feel how hard he had become beneath you.

you moaned softly as his lips moved sensually on yours and his mouth penetrated yours.

you've been playing with his hair the whole time, playing and pulling, now you ran your hands over his chest and even deeper until you were stroking his hard member.

mark let out a soft whimper.

you continued to stroke his member while he leaned his head back against the edge of the bed, breaking the kiss.

he looked so hot at this moment. the veins on his neck made him look so sexy everytime when he breathed out or swallowed, that you wanted to see more. you wanted to make him happy first.

"let me spoil you now, baby", you whispered in his ear.

then you reached for the hem of his pant, but before you could pull them down, you felt mark's hand on yours. "are you sure?", he asked with a shaky voice and innocent eyes.

you knew he was going for it. mark always liked it when you sucked his cock. you knew that he was just asking you out of politeness since it was in his nature.

you smiled and grabbed the hem of his jogging bottoms tighter without hesitation and pulled it down.

his member was literally crying out to be freed from his boxer shorts.

so you released his hard, pulsating cock from his boxers.

you bend down and gave him a little kiss on the tip before licking him from bottom to top.

you took his cock in your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down.

mark couldn't help but moan while he closed his eyes, his head still leaning on the edge of the bed.

"baby… this is… crazy…. fucking…", he moaned.

you moaned too as his cock rubbed against the inside of your mouth, filling it perfectly.

"yees… you're driving me crazy… you feel so… so… good…", he groaned.

your room was filled with your moans and the wet sound you made as you sucked mark's cock.

suddenly, mark started thrusting into your mouth.

he kept thrusting, touching the back of your throat.

"ahh… damn… i'm c-… close, y/n…. you can stop now…if you….if…", he murmured.

you shook your head as you groaned. you knew he didn't want you to stop.

he thrusted deeper until his tip touched the back of your throat.

your right hand lightly massaged his balls as your tongue was swirled around his cock.

"shit…. shit…", he cursed as you slowed down a little.

then you kept going as fast as you could while your mouth became sore from sliding his cock in and out of your mouth.

you could feel mark tensing up in your mouth just a few seconds before he came in your mouth.

after emptying all his seed down your throat, he pulled out. "you're amazing, babe…", he said while he rolled his eyes back and smiled lazily.

the room was filled with both of your breathless gasps.

you swallowed his cum and licked your lips.

"was that satisfying?", you asked.

mark chuckled, still trying to catch his breath as he watched at you.

"come here.", he held out his arm. you crawled to his side as he pulled you into his arms.

"man, this is going to be a long night", he said. you raised your eyebrows. "why?" you asked, puzzled.

"because i'll do anything to fucking satisfy you twice as much what you did to me", and with that, he pulled you in for another kiss.

it was so ridiculous of you to think that mark would leave you because of your past. after he was so understanding about your past habit, you thought that maybe it wouldn't be so wrong to introduce him to your family.

that night, mark gave you the best sex of your life. it was a moment in which the emotional closeness and mutual understanding you felt for each other was expressed in a physical union that further strengthened your relationship and made you feel truly one.

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[shiorimakibawrites]

Baking with Love

Last-minute final entry to Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge presented by @she-likesorchids.

This one uses the prompts - baking/cooking together combined with the "You taste like cinnamon" and "Your hands are freezing."

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 1,287

Summary: Matt Murdock and You make pumpkin bread and cookies.

Tags/ Warnings: Established Matt / Reader relationship, Tooth-rotting fluff

Tagging: @bellaxgiornata thought you might enjoy some Matty fluff.

Baking with Love

You sighed with relief when you entered Matt’s building. You were very happy to be out of the wind. It hadn’t been a long walk but your cheeks, nose, and ears felt like they had been scrapped raw by the biting wind. Your hands weren’t much better. You had tried to switch your tote between your hands so each got the chance to hide in your pocket but it hadn’t helped much.

The door to Matt’s apartment swung open just as you were about to reach for the knob. Matt, of course, having likely between aware of your approach for at least a block. He did this trick all the time but it still managed to make you jump each time. Judging by the grin on his face, Matt found your reaction just as amusing as he always did.

Along with any other time he sneaked up on you. Which happened a lot. Because in addition to being a lawyer, Matt was also a ninja. You keep threatening to make him wear a bell. Which only made him laugh harder. He is so lucky that he’s cute.

He looked especially cute today. First, he was smiling wide enough for the dimples to come out. That was always going to be adorable. Second, since he was at home and neither of you was planning to go anywhere until later, he hadn’t put on his dark glasses. So you got to see his lovely hazel eyes sparkling with mirth. Third, he was wearing a snuggle sweater.

Cable-knit and dark brown in color, it looked incredibly soft. You hoped you’d get to find out later. There were plans to snuggle together on the couch under the blankets, after the baking was done, but you knew how easily those plans could get disrupted for either lawyer or vigilante reasons.

If the former, you would sigh but accept the situation. Unless it was Burke, Winthrop, & Associates being themselves again. If you had to spent your snuggle time working through another pile of motions that dance right up to the edge of being frivolous from those bastards, you might actually kill someone.

As for the later . . . Daredevil might end up being the last of their worries. You might not have Matt’s fighting skills but you had connections. The benefit of feeding the local vigilantes like the semi-feral cats that they are. You could delegate your vengeance.

You also enjoyed how that sweater clung to those board shoulders and hinted at the solid muscle of his torso. That he had paired with jeans that showed off his perfect ass was just a bonus.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Matt greeted you as he ushered you into his apartment. It was toasty warm in there. You sat down your tote on the bench and flexed your hands. Then winced. It might have been a short walk but it was long enough and air was cold enough to leave your hands stiff and aching.

You did another little startled jump when your hands were engulfed by Matt’s hands. His big, wonderfully warm hands. He started massaging the backs of your hands with his thumbs.

“Your hands are freezing,” he said. “Still can’t find your gloves?”

“No,” you said. And sighed. “I’ll find them eventually. I know they are somewhere in my apartment. They have to be.”

“Not giving up?” he asked, almost casual. As if we weren’t discussing the gloves he had given you for Christmas. The ones you distinctively remembered packing when you put away your fall and winter clothes this spring but were inexplicably missing from the box when you opened it last week.

“No,” you said firmly. “I really like those gloves. I’m not giving up on them.”

You silently prayed that Matt got the message that you weren’t just talking about your gloves.

“Thank you,” he said softly, squeezing your hands and looking a little misty-eyed.

You smiled. Looks like he got it. You squeezed his hands back. “Hey mister, where’s my kiss?”

He laughed as he dropped your hands in favor of cupping your face. His thumbs stroked your cheeks, then he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was a slow but thorough kiss. The kind of kiss that soon had your hands gripping his upper arms. That sweater was just as soft as it looked. Definitely going to kill anyone who prevented snuggle time.

The unfortunate need for air meant the kiss had to end. You tried not to pout about that.

Matt kissed your forehead and murmured, “You taste like cinnamon.”

You hummed, then remembered. “The coffee cake has cinnamon in the streusel topping.”

“And you didn’t bring me any?” he asked with a mock pout.

“Sorry but I was running out of space in the tote,” you said. You leaned up and kissed his forehead. “Maybe one of these cold night, Daredevil will come to my apartment looking for a little snack.”

“Maybe he will,” Matt said with a grin. A grin that shifted into something coy. “And afterward, he might also have some cake.”

You felt your face get warm. Along with the first stirrings of arousal. Your voice was a little breathy when you answered, “Sounds like a plan. I look forward to seeing it in action.”

Matt smirked, the cocky smug one. He knew the effect he was having on you. But he let his hands fall away from your face. He stepped to the side of you and reached the tote bag. Curiously weighted it in one hand.

“What’s all in here?”

“Cookbook, mini-loaf pan, cookie sheets, parchment paper, pumpkin puree, apples –”

“I thought we making pumpkin bread?”

“We are but I saw a recipe that I want to try for apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies. Thought that we could make those too.”

“Those do sound good,” Matt said with smile.

You both got to work.

Since the whine of the motor in your hand-mixer, especially at point-blank range, made Matt wince, the butter and sugar would need to be creamed by hand. Since Matt had giant arm muscles and superhero stamina while you didn’t, you gave him that job.

While he did that, you peeled, cored, and chopped apples. Then tossed them with a little lemon juice to prevent them from oxidizing and because it enhanced the favor of the tart apples. You might occasionally gotten distracted by Matt’s . . . everything.

Like that play of muscles under that sweater while he did the creaming.

Or his ass when he had to bend down to retrieve a larger bowl – you had underestimated how big of a bowl you need for the pumpkin bread dough. Which, it seemed to you, happened a lot with pumpkin. At least it wasn’t pumpkin pie. You always seemed to end up with more batter than you had pie shells.

But what caught you eye the most was that sweet, dopey smile that kept returning to his face. This was the most relaxed you had seen Matt in a while. You supported what he did but that didn’t meant you liked seeing him frustrated and stressed.

But the soft, loving look in his eyes after you kissed his forehead and said “I love you” that – that really made your heart flutter. And it was in that moment that you knew you wanted to marry him.

Matt’s predication proved to be accurate. The cookies were delicious. You are definitely adding those to your fall treats, you thought as you snuggled against Matt on the couch. Your predication about the sweater was also accurate. It was wonderfully soft.

“What are we watching, sweetheart?” Matt asked. It was your turn to pick the movie.

“Hocus Pocus.”

Ending Note

They are making the pumpkin bread and cookies for Foggy, Karen, Marci, Claire as well as their circle of vigilante friends – the Defenders, Frank Castle, and Spider-Man.

#mandy's sweater weather challenge #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil fluff #matt murdock fluff

[mdhwrites]

Was Ratio a Good Free Five Star?

TL:DR All the things that make him look bad on paper as a free five star are exactly why he was frankly a FANTASTIC choice.

But I do mean it when I say that on paper he looks like Hoyo taking an L while we get left with Ratio. Not because he's bad though. For entrenched players like me, he was exciting. A main DPS that had to have a team comp that was pretty different from a lot of the other hyper carries out there since most supports, especially the hyper carry ones, don't do debuffs. If you try Tingyun and Bronya next to him, you'll often end up missing on MASSIVE damage since you need those three debuffs on the enemies. So who supports him best? That's an exciting question for someone with a wide variety of characters.

BUT.

A free five star like this is literally never for the entrenched players. It's a nice gift to them but this sort of thing is either a sign of desperation as they plead for old players to come back or it's a marketing trick to pull new players in. As Star Rail is still one of the best in its genre monetarily and Ratio was put out specifically because of all the awards it had just won, it was clearly the latter. A way to pull people in while the buzz around the game was big. Finally convert any last Genshin players who were on the fence while also finally moving people over from ALL the other team comp focused, turn-ish based gachas out there. A flex of dominance.

With that in mind... Think about who your first half a dozen, guaranteed characters are. Only half of Trailblazer has a debuff and it lasts one turn. March 7th has her freeze on her ultimate and that lasts for one turn. Dan Heng is the only member of the team with a debuff through his skill but it's only a two turn debuff and again: requires a skill point.

Then after that, the next three guaranteed are Asta, Serval and Natasha. Asta doesn't have a debuff without her trace ability to burn on basic meaning you have to get actually a decent bit into the game to actually get a debuff through her. Serval finally gives you a long lasting debuff with her Shock DoTs and can even extend those, making her not that skill point intensive. Then Natasha is, well... A healer who eventually dispels debuffs, not adds to them.

So two planets into the game and a new player could theoretically have a team of characters who all have debuff on skill but one of those debuffs lasts one turn and they ALL need to be using their skills most rounds in order to keep up the three debuffs to guarantee Ratio has good damage... On his skill. In a game where, unless you have a limited time 5 star that ISN'T free, you only have up to five skill points a round and that's only if you used a lot of basic attacks before hand. If you invest in her, you can swap one of them for Asta who I think would have her burn on basic to help but you'd still be running at a pretty extreme deficit mostly.

That is what you're guaranteed and so the shiny five star you were given, who was pushed towards you, is... Awkward. To put it mildly. Even potentially frustrating as every time you miss with his skill is a failure and feels AWFUL. Worse yet, you can so clearly see how he could work and how he could be strong!

And that's why he's amazing as the free five star.

I've jumped into plenty of long running gacha games that had guaranteed five stars or the like and do you know what happens? They make my brain turn off entirely for the starting content because they are usually demonstrably more powerful than anything else I have and the early game content wasn't designed around them. Even 3rd Impact, which I tried to get into now that it's on PC, has this problem where early on, they actually throw so many 5 star characters at you that you have to pick and choose between them instead of literally anyone else they give you early on. It's overwhelming but it also makes any curve of power just vanish as suddenly you are tackling content already meant to be easy with a character you don't have to think about with.

Ratio (and admittedly a lot of things about Star Rail) avoids this by being a character that requires characters who can work with him to function. He DEMANDS thought and in a way that leans into Star Rail's greatest strength: The fact that team comp matters. I could do an entire blog on how I think Star Rail is genuinely a breath of fresh air for turn based combat but this really is the big one for this blog. A new player is given this new five star who not only demands intelligence as a character trait but also for gameplay purposes. Can't figure out how to make him work? Then his gift is wasted on a fool like you. Maybe find someone a bit more your speed?

And as a Seele main who's only 5 star they used (besides Trailblazer) for over a month of play was Seele when the game came out... I wouldn't have wanted to be given Seele for free. Seele is a great character but she is monstrously powerful, even when played poorly. I don't even hyper carry with my Seele and I can tell you that she'll wreck house for a LONG time just on her own. She doesn't showcase the depth and strategy of the game, especially early on, and so a new player would just think that the game is simple and basic. They'd get bored with the character they potentially see as their win button and move on to a different game.

And for those stubborn enough to go "No, I am using Ratio!" then he becomes a goal. Not only does every limited 5 star that comes out suddenly look all the more appealing if they do debuffs (Boy was Kafka a fucking perfect pairing with Ratio's banner btw) but every four star is all the more exciting because hey, do they do debuffs? How many? How efficiently? How can they fit into the dream team that made me first get into the game?

Just by existing within a player's roster, one way or another, he raises questions about the game that ask the player to dive deeper into the mechanics of the game than they would have otherwise. Makes them think more about the early game, when it's going to be at its slowest, than most mobile games would ever even risk doing until they can hope sunk cost is keeping you there. He's not just a shiny trophy but an actual hook into players, old and new.

Frankly, if I had to say anything critical about choosing him, it's that he's just not had any good content associated with him. I think his quest, especially post 2.0, will mostly be a let down for any new players who came in partially because of him, especially if they decided to force him as their main. Admittedly, he's the like ONLY good thing about that quest (I could do a blog just about why that quest is bad) but even he doesn't get to shine in it. Penacony hasn't done him any favors either with his brief appearance so far. His writing is very strong though, easily some of the best of the smart characters in Star Rail, and his personality is interesting even in those appearances so they're not all bad, just that they could easily be disappointing to those new players who had to wait a while to get to see their boy in story.

But I suppose it had to falter somewhere. Hoyo has a tough act to follow if they ever give out a free five star for Star Rail again and keeping it in the realm of those who are simply intelligent, rather than having pulled off something only a genius could, is befitting for the good doctor. Have a good day everyone and until next tale.

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[samsvenn]

Hc of the M/S boys trying to impress their s/o

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

tw! talks of self-harm

𝐒𝐡𝐮

If you somehow made this man walk and talk just to get your attention, you need to RUN because his failed talking stages are AFTER you.

Music is obviously the way to go for this man. He hears you talking to someone about a song you can’t remember but it’s on the tip of your tongue? He’ll make his own version using the snippet of the melody you hummed to your friend. You’re checking out the soundtrack for a video game? Best believe he’ll try his best to navigate Youtube because he’s a little shriveled boomer on the inside; just so he can see what he’s got to work with.

Shu trying to impress you is unfortunately not the best experience though. Because Shu heavily relies on his hearing to surprise you later on, there might be moments where he’ll audibly spy on the things you’re listening to. If you’re listening to an artist on Spotify or YouTube, there might be a good chance that Shu’s in the vicinity, analyzing his best tactics to approach you.

After all that effort, Shu will prepare a private one-on-one live solo of all the things he’s studied about you. The genre you lean towards, the scale that often appears in the things you’ve listened to, his shirt being slightly undone in the chance that you stop focusing on him and start focusing on his body, all that topped off with cheap flowers and his violin - just to have a chance at impressing you.

𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐢

Being a perfectionist, Reiji needs lots of time to prepare on how he’ll steal your attention and completely fixate on him. The issue with him is that he doesn’t want to admit he’s putting all of this effort for you. So there’s a mental battle before Reiji finally settles on the fact that he wants to impress you. 

Subtle. In the beginning, Reiji’s quite subtle and his demeanor towards you seems more lenient. But as his meticulous planning and patience grow thin, he’ll become more obvious to the point where he’s become ‘nice’, or as nice as Reiji can get.

Being a handicraftsman, Reiji will try to impress you using his knowledge and how far his dexterity can go. In simpler terms, he wants to show you how lucky and skilled he is for you if he was yours. But in return, you have to notice his efforts before his pride and inferiority complex gets in the way. Expect complex origami cranes on the areas you frequent that get more and more convoluted after each day passes. 

Flower arrangements flooded with hidden meanings, inviting you to go tea shopping with him, night walks to the museum because he knows your favorite bakery’s nearby, asking you if you need help in a specific subject, he’s simple when he needs to be and extravagant when the situation calls for it.

LOVES when you get giddy over the things he does. He hides it quite well but when you tell him about how pretty the paper cranes are or how you want to go tea shopping again because you want to learn more about Pu-erh tea he’s been talking about? His ring finger’s bare.

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

Invites you to all his basketball games and you’re the best seat possible. Might end up scoring less because he’s hyper-focused on looking his best, rather than performing his best.

Extremely loud. He wants you to give ALL your attention to him. It doesn’t matter if you’re in pain, if you’re sad, if you’re upset, the attention MUST stay on him.

Randomly throws his basketball at you in the manor. Thought it was something “alpha guys” did because it showed how assertive they were. He does this thing where he spins the ball on the tips on his fingers and goes “Ha! Like what you see babe?” 

Forces you to go to arcades with him so that he’ll steal as many tickets from the basketball tossing  rings then get you a plushie from a claw machine that resembles him. Yes, he’ll spray it with axe body spray so that it smells like him too. He’s seen guys do this in romcoms so it’ll be a one way ticket to your heart, right?

Flexes his biceps when he’s opening something. He rolls up his sleeves to his shoulders, calls out to you, then proceeds to show off by opening a pickle jar. 

Calls you petnames and when you call him out on it, he downplays and diverts it. Gaslighting runs in the family genes. “Eh-? You’re the weird one for insinuating that it means something special, y’know. Why? You wanna be special to the Great Ayato? Of course you do!”

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨

Being Kanato’s crush and him trying to impress you is the most surreal thing you’ll ever experience because to the untrained eye, there’s LOTS of mixed signals that it looks like a disco ball. 

Gifts you taxidermied cute-looking animals done by him. Most of them are birds like owls, finches and kingfishers because creating a soft-mount taxidermy cat is too time consuming for the schedule he’s on a.k.a tending to Teddy.

Starts to hum more when he’s around you. If there’s one thing Kanato’s confident in, it’s his vocal ability. That being said, Kanato won’t change himself for you but rather, he’ll try to make you love parts of himself until it becomes one big complete piece. You don’t like raspberry pudding? Too bad because you’re gonna feed him one now.

A very, very thin line between charming and coercing you into believing he’s perfect. 

Might actually just try to emotionally brainwash you. He doesn’t want to admit that you’re becoming more important than Teddy and is in denial because he’s spending his days thinking about what you two could be. ‘Impressing’ you in Kanato’s terms means imprisoning you all to himself. His impulse control isn’t the greatest, nor is his patience. If he wants you, he’ll snatch you for himself if you’re taking too long to notice his advances.

𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨

Sickeningly suave. He’ll place beautifully calligraphic letters on your desk and each of them is painfully sweet. 

Teases you in French. Laito’s a cunning linguist (HA) and wants to show off what his tongue is capable of before he ends up demonstrating tied cherry stems. 

“If you think that’s impressive, wait till’ you see why my nails are per • fect • ly clipped and buffed~”

Acts like a sponge and indulges himself in the hobbies you’re in. You’re showing a growing interest in nail care? Laito, somehow, conveniently slips into your life, offering a helping hand and jesus he’s good- Being a people pleaser is one of the things Laito’s not proud to admit, but it comes in handy when dealing with his growing interest in you.

French poetry. There’s only so much the English/Japanese language can offer. Both languages differ in the figurative limits they offer with Japanese being the better out of the two, but ironically coming from Laito, love doesn’t need a literal medium when it can be expressed in ways that only the heart can understand. What else goes better with emotions than sappy poetry? 

“Ne, have you heard of this poem before? ‘Ce baiser est un sceau par qui ma vie est close: Et comme on peut trouver un serpent sous des fleurs, J’ai rencontré ma mort sur un bouton de rose.(This kiss is a seal by which my life is closed: And just as one can find a serpent beneath the flowers, I’ve found my death on the bud of a rose.’ Kiss me now and let’s see how close François L’Hermite was.”

𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐮

Secretly one of those Deco Toploaders but make it CD covers. Pays close attention to the style of clothing you wear daily so that he can surprise you by burning CDs (putting songs into a blank disc) and decorating it with stuff he assumes you like. 

Please don’t tell him you don’t have a CD player - it’ll break his heart. 

If you’re into the same bands as him, he’ll try to save his monthly allowance to get you posters or free merch. Alternatively, he’ll also ask if you want to make unofficial posters with him. You have to be in charge with the creative side and the intricate details because he doesn’t fair well with the possibility that he’ll mess up everything because he’s too ‘aggressive’ poor thing

Give him a bass and you’ll see a different side of him. Doesn’t do too well with walking basslines, but there’s something attractive about seeing Subaru so intent on impressing you that his chubby cheeks puff up and his blue veins strain and tense under his pale translucent skin. The duality is truly a sight to behold.

𝐑𝐮𝐤𝐢

Honestly the best malewife material so you best believe that Ruki will prove why he’s the best person to be with; via action, not words. You’re tired? He’ll rub big circles on your back and ask you what your favorite incense is. Don’t like incense because of the smoke? He’ll try heating up calming scented oils that aren't just jasmine.

Ruki’s possibly unmatched when it comes to impressing his crush because his past human history gives him the edge purebloods and founders don’t. Man was emotionally manipulative whether for better or for worse when he was just a kid, so there’s not a lot of thinking involved unlike Reiji - it all comes naturally. 

Even if you don’t read books, Ruki will make bookmarks based on his likings and give them to you. He’ll say they’re nothing more than paper sentients, a lucky charm at most. A simple, yet loudest sign of his deep affection. 

Perhaps it’s symbolic; paper, as fragile as it is, can convey vivid things the mouth and brain can’t.

Shows you that he’s caring. You may not think of it as anything special considering that he’s the eldest so it should be expected, but it’s different - being caring to people other than his brothers leaves him vulnerable, exposed, raw. When he checks up on you, lets himself answer your unguarded questions the way regular human friends do or in the rarest circumstances, let him read you to sleep, that’s when he knows impressing you goes deeper than he should’ve let. 

𝐊𝐨𝐮

Materialistic feats that make Silicon Valley look like spare change. Drives around in big intimidating SUVs or a modded 2020 Honda NSX wrapped in matte pastel pink. He’s got enough cash to throw and definitely enough for any human to do a double take. Money makes the world go round, right?

Gives you VIP tickets to concerts so that he can be closer to you without any of his fans complaining. If they can’t afford the price tag, then there’s no stones to throw at you. 

Signed albums, rare vinyls, photocards that show his best angles and could make a nun blush, miniature plushies with all of his concept clothes included, you might as well be a merch store. Kou’s giving you everything he has from his best looks to a little peek at a carefully fabricated ‘soft’ side. He can sing, he can dance, he knows what his face is capable of, all of this is enough to impress you, right?

Relies on his reputation as an idol rather than his genuine self.

Kinda depressing if you think about it.

𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐚

Big dumb himbo coming your way. Don’t tell him your favorite fruit or vegetable or else you’ll have a mountain of them by the end of spring. 

He’ll try to germinate some flower seeds from scratch but eventually scraps them. Caring for edibles is far easier than growing flowers because one slight difference in the PH levels of soil, how consistent the watering is, direct exposure to sunlight, etc etc, can drastically alter flowers. 

They also require a level of patience Yuma’s not used to. 

On the contrary, he’s the type to dry flowers whenever you two spend time outdoors. Little mementos like that one time you fell into a pond, Yuma accidentally burning his s’mores to a crisp, the time Kou found you two making paper boats to see which one reaches the middle of the lake first, a special memory woven into each of them.

Alternatively, he’ll commission someone on Etsy to make matching, clear resin necklaces with bits of red carnations in them because red roses were too obvious. Yes, he googled “flowers for love with color meaning”. He’ll say he made the necklaces himself, but his smile’s not as cocky as it should be.

But hey! He’ll confess his little white lie after he confesses his feelings first. This man’s mouth opens faster than Kou’s when it comes to saying stuff way too soon. Big man, big heart, big mouth, big-

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐬𝐚

The issue here is that Azusa is way too open when it comes to impressing you, leading to dangerous acts that may or may not repel you depending on their severity. 

Remember that one Justin Bieber trend where obsessed fans cut his name somewhere on their bodies? That’s Azusa’s way of hammering the idea that he’s impressing you; by proving he’s devoted to do anything for your attention. 

Shows off his pain tolerance to entice you to do more sinister things to him. You have to steer him away from his current direction. You gave him an idea he could start from: pottery! He can cut and slice clay while feeding into his creative side. 

REALLY good at it. Years of cutting other people, breaking his own wrists on purpose and having this innate uncanny ability to be able to tell when the clay’s perfect for shaping into form. 

Can accurately tell when something’s off in the clay sculptures. “Hmm… Ah… This section here is way too thick… making the figure slope in this weird angle… Just a little snip should do the trick…”

It’s weirdly attractive watching him work. Slim fingers snake over the figure, being keen on gently smoothing out the cracks formed from the air unevenly drying the surface. He bites his lips with his top incisors and his sleeves are rolled up; Azusa’s forearms relax in your gaze. Occasionally, he steals distracting glances at you and after a while, he doesn’t even hide it anymore.

“...If seeing me like this… makes you happy… then you should know… that any part… of me… is yours to mold…” 

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[ken-dom]

What’s Left In Me

Lars Lindstrom x Bianca

2.2k words

Summary: Lars needs to make sure Bianca knows she belongs to him, and really, isn’t there only one way to do that?

Author’s notes: Goosecord made me do it (never mind that I wanted to shhh). Title is song lyrics from the Lars playlist as usual

Warnings/content: nsfw, possessive Lars, use of a sex doll, loss of virginity?, fingering, clothed sex, mention of oral sex, if you’re not aware Bianca is a sex doll but he doesn’t canonically use her for sex, I guess the dove isn’t dead but I would still be very weary of eating it, seriously please do not read this if you don’t like the idea of Lars getting frisky with Bianca — or if you think he never would (I don’t really disagree but I HAD to explore it, please forgive me and please skip this if it's not for you)

‘Talk to her, Lars,’ Karin soothed, rubbing at Lars’s back. ‘Go on.’

Lars ignored the slowly burning warmth where her hand massaged circles between his shoulder blades. He had enough layers on after all, and with a deep breath, he silently reminded himself that it wasn’t her fault she needed to touch people so much.

‘What if she’s mad at me,’ he uttered under his breath, body stuck somewhere between trembling and freezing up. 

He did want to speak to Bianca though. He wanted… No. He was too scared to think it.

‘I’m sure if you explain how you’ve been feeling and hear her out, she won’t be mad at you. She loves you, Lars. More than anything.’

Lars nodded with a forced smile and stood so abruptly, Karin’s hand dropped to the sofa with a soft thud.

He turned back to her, lost for words, then forward forward again, flexing his fingers and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before heading toward the stairs.

Bianca had gone straight up to the pink room when she returned home. She didn’t even acknowledge Lars. And he couldn’t actually blame her when he thought about it.

He felt his heart hammering in his chest as he climbed. When he reached the top, Lars could see that the door of the pink room was ajar, and he took another deep, steadying breath as he approached it and knocked gently. A stark contrast to the energy with which he’d roared at her before she left.

‘Bianca,’ he whispered through the crack in the door, and to his relief she finally acknowledged him.

Lars entered slowly with his head hung low. He didn’t think she seemed put off by his presence, so he clicked the door shut behind him and pressed on.

Bianca was relaxing against the pillow, already in her pretty nightdress. He took a seat on the mattress by her feet, careful not to disturb her. She looked beautiful, he thought.

‘Bianca, I’m sorry,’ he started quietly, turning his body to face her properly and placing a gentle hand on her bare shin without thinking. ‘I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. It- it wasn’t really about Scrabble. I mean, I do love our Scrabble nights, but it was more about how I’ve been… feeling recently.’

Bianca listened intently as Lars felt the floodgates open. He had always loved how she listened. She had so many skills.

‘I… well, see, when you came here to be with me, I thought it would be just that; me and you. You know? That I’d have you all to myself. And now you’re so busy all the time, even busier than I am, and I have a lot of stuff to do – you should see how much wood I chopped tonight while you were out!’ Lars’s thumb had begun to massage slow, soothing shapes into Bianca’s leg. ‘You know what the thing is, though? Everybody wants a piece of you, but-’

Lars knew where he wanted that sentence to go, but something about it felt wrong, so he stopped himself. Bianca, of course, picked up on the sudden change of atmosphere, and as a result Lars whipped his hand away from her leg, realising he’d been caressing the flesh just below her knee the whole time he’d been talking. 

Only… she hadn’t shied away from it. And neither had he. It actually felt pretty good.

‘Bianca…’

Hands trembling, he slowly reached back to her, pushing the hem of her nightgown up, above her knees.

‘Bianca… are you sure about this?’

She agreed, and before he knew it, his hand was firmly beneath the skirt of her nightdress, tenderly rubbing at her thigh.

‘What was I going to say? I suppose I should be honest with you, I owe you that much at least.’

Lars was talking with incredibly measured precision,watching his hand move hypnotically beneath the thin pink fabric. He could feel Bianca nodding her encouragement for him to go on. 

Something snapped inside him. It wasn’t like earlier, when he’d needed to chop wood to calm himself. This was a different, urgent kind of need that his first instinct was to try and suppress.

‘I was going to say that, lately, everybody wants a piece of you,’ he breathed, his whispered voice trembling a little until he finally growled, ‘but you’re supposed to be mine.’

With both hands, he tugged Bianca downward on the bed, shifting to kneel between her legs. Two strong hands grabbed her thighs and spread them, getting her into a comfortable position.

He froze then, reality suddenly dawning on him.

He was in Gus and Karin’s house right now, and Karin was downstairs, so they’d need to be quiet. He and Bianca weren’t married, which for some reason made his cock twitch in his trousers despite the clench in his gut. And to top it off, Lars was a virgin.

He’d been too scared to ask Bianca, assuming that she was a virgin too. She must be. But he supposed that was about to change.

He’d never intended to do this. To defile her. Especially not before marriage. Especially not so soon after she arrived here, but he’d been curious, he couldn’t deny, and tonight the final straw was the spark he felt when he thought about how she was his and his only. How if he claimed her in a way no one else could, she would truly belong to him, even if she was out every night of the week.

Lars blinked furiously and then squeezed his eyes shut, fingers bruisingly rough on Bianca’s tender thighs.

He didn’t have any condoms. Why would he? He thought briefly about checking for some in Gus and Karin’s bathroom, but since Bianca couldn’t have children of her own, and they were both virgins, he thought better of interrupting. He did want to claim her after all, and what better way to do that than pump her full to the brim?

Strangely, Bianca had arrived complete with a pitifully small tube of lube included in the crate. Lars had dropped it into his pocket last minute when disposing of the packaging she’d arrived in, not wanting anyone to find it in his trash and think him some sort of deviant. No, better to keep it safe and out of sight.

He was wearing the same trousers tonight, as luck would have it. He fished it out of his pocket and held it up for Bianca to see.

‘See? It’ll help you feel more comfortable.’

He flashed her a big smile and removed the lid, squeezing half the contents into his palm and rubbing his hands together to warm it.

‘Let me help you…’

His hand disappeared up her nightgown again, fumbling with her underwear briefly before easily slipping a finger inside.

‘Oh, you’re already so prepared for me… does this feel good? You like my fingers?’ he cooed, massaging her folds with his thumb as his finger pumped carefully, coating her, inside and out, in the slippery fluid. ‘Shhh… remember we need to be quiet!’

Heat flooded his core as he watched her take his fingers, cock straining against the inside of his trousers now, and for the first time in his life he felt like he needed more. Like he needed to remove layers and feel touch and be closer.

He gently removed his hand from between Bianca’s thighs and hastily pulled his sweater over his head, tearing his shirt and tie away too, revealing the first of his two underlayers, long sleeves and unbuttoned at the neck.

He wouldn’t take off Bianca’s nightgown, though. Some things were just too sacred, and he could respect her enough to let her keep it on. Perhaps until they were married, at least, then he could undress her slowly and make every square inch of her shiver with anticipation for him.

Tonight he just needed to make her entirely his, and he knew that it was what she wanted – no, needed, too.

He crawled forward and hovered over her, eyes roaming her pretty face, lingering on her lips.

‘We’ll be married one day soon,’ he whispered through a crooked smile, ‘so it doesn’t matter really. You’re not worried about that, are you?’

Lars’s lips met Bianca’s in a desperate, hungry kiss, and when he pulled away a tear fell from his eye, dropping onto her flawless cheek.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he sniffled, ‘so beautiful… hey, don’t cry.’

He wiped his spilled tear from her cheek as if it were her own.

‘Do you really want this? With me?’

Lars breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Alright,’ he chuckled, ‘and don’t worry, ok? I’ll be gentle with you.’

With one hand he clumsily unfastened and pushed his trousers down enough to free his aching cock, guiding it to her entrance.

‘If it hurts, just tell me, alright? We can take it slow,’ he whispered, carefully pushing in and hissing at the sensation of her walls enveloping his length. ‘Ah! You’re so… so wet and… and tight…’

She felt so good, precum leaked steadily from his tip already despite not having moved yet.

He could feel her stretching around him, feel her pleasure-pain unfold as he stilled and let her adjust to his size.

‘I know, I know, you’ll get used to it, sweetheart. I’ll make it feel good, ok? Are you ready?’

His hips rolled slowly at first, increasing in speed with every impatient thrust. Bianca seemed to clench around him as he found his rhythm, and he managed to wrap one of her legs up and around his waist as he drove into her harder, a hand sneaking between their bodies to explore her folds again.

‘Y-you like that?’ he whispered breathlessly. ‘You gonna cum for me?’

With his other hand, he gripped her jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him, her lips popping open as he squeezed.

‘You are gonna cum for me, aren’t you?’ he growled, pressing his forehead to hers, ‘Because you- are- mine. Say it. Say that you’re- mine.’ 

His words were punctuated with the snapping of his hips, and Bianca’s heel dug into his lower back in a silent plea for more, which he eagerly gave as he awaited her response.

The bed creaked beneath them as Lars went harder. Bianca didn’t seem to care about the noise, or the integrity of the furniture, when she was in the throes of passion with Lars. She must really have wanted him after all.

When Lars was satisfied that Bianca understood who she belonged to, he pressed his big, warm palm over her mouth, keeping any other noise she might make to a minimum. He could feel he was close to release and knew that she must be too by the way she was arching her back off the bed.

‘Oh… ohhh- mmh…  you belong to me. You understand? No one else can- ugh!- do this to you. No one else can make you- ha!- feel like th- ohhhhnnggmmnn-’

Lars felt a burst of uncontrollable heat spread through every part of his body, his vision turning white as a thick creamy rope erupted from his tip and filled Bianca, who he could feel was mid-orgasm already. He continued to fuck erratically into her and eagerly massaging her clit until he felt his cock softening inside her walls, and collapsed in a heap on top of her.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, are you ok?’ Lars muttered breathlessly, pulling himself up to hover a mere inch from her face, her beautiful eyes sparkling up at him.

He kissed her sweetly. So sweetly you’d never guess he’d just filled her with his seed in a frenzied culmination of his deepest, darkest thoughts and feelings.

He shifted his hips to pull out, feeling a trickle of warm wetness follow.

‘Don’t worry about the mess, ok? I’ll clean us both up. Wait right there.’

And Bianca did just that while Lars, with hastily fastened trousers and hair in disarray, shuffled off down the hallway to the nearest bathroom to fetch a towel.

When he returned, he paused in the doorway to just look at her. She really was perfect.

Half an hour later, and after a hurried conversation with Karin during which Lars avoided eye contact and assured her he had firmly made up with Bianca and that he’d apologised thoroughly, he was laid in bed, struggling to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, about how he should be with her now, holding her in his arms and whispering sweet nothings about how good she was and how good she made him feel.

He had told her those things, of course, in great detail as he cleaned his seed from between her thighs and attempted to remove the stain on her nightgown and kissed her forehead. But he missed her so much now that he’d shared such intimacy with her, he hadn’t even bothered showering yet. He wanted to smell her on his skin. 

He wondered if she would want to do it again, or if she really would want to wait until after marriage now that she’d had a small taste. Lars wasn’t sure he could wait very long before needing to chase those delicious sensations again, and he had a feeling Bianca would be ok with that.

Lars eventually fell asleep imagining what Bianca might taste like, and vaguely made the decision that tomorrow night, he would find out for himself.

#not s f w 💀 #lars lindstrom #lars lindstrom smut #lars lindstrom fic #lars lindstrom x bianca #lars and the real girl fic #lars and the real girl #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling smut #ken-dom writes

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Dante x Reader Halloween Edition

More old shit I forgot about uploading. Enjoy even though it's not Spooktober.

Dante

Halloween

It's all Hallows eve and it turns out that this is one of the busiest days for all of dmc. Turns out that demons really do show up in groups on the devils night and citizens are willing to pay top dollar for anyone to exercise them. You were watching a movie on your boyfriends shitty CRT that Morrison somehow managed to fix and your favorite Halloween movie was playing. Frankenhooker! Dante almost shot the VHS case with Ebony and Ivory but you had to convince him that it wasn't possessed by a demon, the box just talked.

Suddenly the phone rang and the demon slayer picked up. "Devil May Cry, how can I help you?" Turns out there were some demons in a haunted house and the client was willing to pay $25,000. The team assembled and everyone got into Nico's van (which was still painted like the mystery mobile). Dante was decked out in a Ghostbusters uniform that you swear he was just waiting for an excuse to put on while you were more modest and went as a mummy (cough GILVER cough) and you had to put the costume back on the roll because Dante couldn't afford to buy more rolls of bounty. Nico was dressed as a teletubby while she somehow managed to drag Nero and Vergil along for the ride as well. She had made a Freddy Krueger style devil breaker for Nero but he had chosen to replace his arm with a plunger and go as Luigi. And finally Vergil was dressed up as Sepirtoth so he wouldn't look suspicious while carrying Yamato in public (which was never going to work).

You reached the house and drove up to the gate. All of a sudden there was an ominous flash of lightning and crows began to flee. "That's always a good sign!" Said Nero. He looked around and noticed how tall the fence was. "Anyone know a way in?" he said. Dante then perked up and mentioned how they could pretend to deliver a pizza and Nero scoffed. "You fucking idiot! I guess that punch of mine really did give you brain damage." Next thing they knew, the vans headlights turned on and a "GET OUTTA THE WAY!!!!" could be heard. Turns out that Nico thought it would be a great idea to just drive through the gate.

"Well that takes care of one problem." You said and then the narrator made it a note to not give you anymore lines in this chapter. Vergil used judgement cut on the door to try and flex on Dante but everyone ignored it. As they made their way inside they noticed how the building was actually just the vanilla ghost house from super mario world. Suddenly there was a giant green bubble and Dante yelled "I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOSTS!" and used his cowboy skills to pull out a lasso and try to wrangle the creature.

Like in Ghostbusters though he just ended up getting slimed. You knew someone was going to have to hose him off before he entered the van again. Nero raised his fist to claim dibs on not having that job and accidentally released his plunger breaker. It grabbed on to the chandelier and pulled it down, causing the mansion to crash and turn into rubble. "Guess I'm not getting paid again..." said Dante as he took a roll of toilet paper off of you and wiped himself off. Nico smiled and said "Maybe the reward was the adventure we made anyway." and then everyone laughed like they were in the end of a cringey 80's movie.

As they drove off, you could see another house nearby. They had visited the wrong location and Casper the ghost would live for another day.

#shitpost #crack fic #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dante x reader #dante sparda #dante sparda x reader #halloween #spooktober #cursed #He slimed me #Nero goes as Luigi and uses a plunger as a devil breaker

[topgunreacts]

The IceMav omegaverse continues to get even gayer--but will MAVERICK REALIZE

excerpt from chapter 14

After taking a moment to collect himself, Maverick called the personnel office to apologize anyway. It seemed like the professional thing to do. But they told Maverick not to worry about sleeping in. Everyone had been expecting this as a possibility, apparently. Lots of people crashed after a good heat, especially the first few good ones. Even the aces and legends slept through alarms on occasion. That wasn’t something a person could get trained not to do; some biological consequences were simply too fundamental to mitigate. Later on, if Ice added more members to his squadron and synthesized with them as well, those pilots would feel compelled to watch over Ice and Maverick during this especially vulnerable time, to ensure that the primary couple would survive safe and sound until the next heat. For now, the secretary said, the simple confines of the home would do as protection. 

“Get some sleep,” he said. “We’ll expect you and Iceman tomorrow.” 

Maverick thanked the secretary, hung up, and stared at the phone for a while, willing his mind to accelerate to rut-level speed without success. He’d been awake for less than five minutes, but already he missed the feeling of omniscience the rut had provided. Under its influence, every one of Maverick’s thoughts had been efficient and crisp, as sharp as a razor fresh from the pack—a far cry from the way he felt now: sluggish, indecisive, stupid. Next to him on the bed, Ice finally stirred. He stretched, yawned, and lifted himself up on one elbow to peer around Maverick’s body at the clock on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong with me?” Maverick asked him. “I’m so slow.” He flexed his hands in front of his face, and realized he could no longer count the ridges of his fingerprints.

“Nothing's wrong with you,” Ice said groggily, squinting at the time. The late hour did not appear to bother him at all, but then again, Maverick supposed, he was accustomed to this sort of thing. “This is how you normally feel when you’re not in rut. By tomorrow you’ll be used to it again.”

Maverick grunted, and picked up his first completed friendship bracelet from off of the nightstand. The progression of skill from utter novice to adequately skilled novice could be seen in the loops themselves, which went from loose and halting on one end to somewhat-tidy on the other. A few others from the pile appeared to his eye completely flawless, both sides a perfect mirror of one another, with not a frayed thread or loop out of place. Maverick marveled at them for a while, and then put them back on the nightstand. And then he looked at Ice, who hadn’t moved an inch since the phone call. They stared at one another. It was, Maverick realized, his first time seeing Ice without the filter of the rut in over six days. And then he realized something else. Something important. A memory came to him, unbidden, from his time in rut. Then came several more. They were mostly fuzzy with the details, but one thing in particular had not dulled with time: each of those memories carried with them a feeling: a strong, undeniable and distinctly carnal desire. One that Maverick had gleefully, shamelessly, repeatedly acted upon.

It didn’t seem real. And yet, it was real. It had happened. Maverick had kissed Ice. He’d kissed Ice several times. And he’d rolled around in bed with him, too, popping a boner about it and everything. And he’d loved it.

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#top gun #icemav #writing #top gun fanfiction #maverick mitchell #iceman kazansky #iceman x maverick #principles of aviation

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: The Penguins of Madagascar

We've finally reached another Dreamworks spinoff, this time focusing on that lovable flock of flightless agents from the Madagascar trilogy. It kind of just makes sense to give the Penguins their own movie, ya know? They're really fun characters to watch in short bursts in the original movies, but how well do they fare as the stars of their own film? Let's get into it.

We pick up after the events of Madagascar 3, with Skipper, Private, Kowalski, and Rico facing the menacing Dave, an octopus who was scorned by the penguins becoming more popular than him back at the New York Zoo. Now, he vows revenge against all penguins, and it's up to our squad to stop his schemes, while clashing with the rival agency, North Wind.

It's a pretty fun setup with a pretty fun execution, all things considered. It's well-paced despite its fast moving action sequences and its just as quickly paced (and often very over the top) sense of humor. It's tone skews very silly, perhaps even sillier than the already very silly Madagascar 3, and yet... I think it works. The Penguins themselves are already pretty over the top personalities, so putting them in a plot like this and just letting them do their thing works so well to the movie's advantage. Even so, I think it might have just been a little too... ridiculous at points for me, and while some of the jokes are really great, others skew a little... low brow (some potty humor here and there and a few gags that outstayed their welcome).

Still, I do like the Penguins as characters in this. They're a bit less compitent than usual, but that makes sense; we wouldn't want them as sharply skilled and successful here as they were in the Madagascar trilogy, otherwise we wouldn't have a conflict. The emotional journey here definitely focuses on Skipper and Private, with Private yearning to be viewed as a valuable member of the team and Skipper learning to appreciate him as just that. It leads to some genuinely sweet moments between them, I think. As for our new characters, we have North Wind, and they're just... ok. Not a whole lot to them, each of them are pretty one-note and they're just sort of there to be rivals, later allies for the Penguins.

As for our villain, I really liked Dave! He's a petty bitch and matches the comedy of this movie perfectly. Since he's an octopus, they were really able to flex with him in the animation department, so not only is a fun antagonist to listen to, he's even more fun to watch in motion.

The animation itself is pretty good. Like I said, lots of fast-paced action befitting the kind of hijinks the Penguins usually get up to. Nothing too impressive here, again, aside from the animation on Dave, which is genuinely unhinged and I love it. The music is also pretty good, with a lot of that snazzy spy jazz you're probably used to from a movie like this.

So yeah, the Penguins of Madgascar is pretty ok, though I don't think it really matches the quality of any of the other Madagascar movies that came before it. It's just a nice, fun little romp of a film that doesn't really do or say a whole, because, well, it doesn't really need to. It is exactly what it says its going to be, an adventure with the Penguins and Madagascar. And I think it does a pretty good job of being that.

Overall Rating: 6/10

Verdict: Consume a bag of delicious Cheesy Dibbles

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[blazevillains]

Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

damn xisuma bone mage arc gone too far 😟

#WOE!!!!!!!! FIE TO THEE!!!!!!

[waspcup]

reagent

well guess what. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

#hi baze #wasp answers #ask game

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Chapter 12

Glass Shards

Warnings: Nightmares, some wound care, mostly fluff

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Over the next few days, the two settled into a routine. Merridy stayed in the room most of the time, talking to Damien or keeping herself busy with needlework: mending clothes or crocheting. She read some of her books, sharing them with Damien, who she assumed must be bored out of his mind, even if he never complained about it. Occasionally she would go out to get something to eat or explore the neighborhood, but she never stayed away for long.

In silent agreement, she brought Damien chamber pot and water bowl, she changed the bandage on his shoulder and wrist, and she checked to see how well his other wounds were closing. He took the pain numbing drops for a few more days, before he started to decline her offer. Most of his wounds were healing well, so she didn’t push him, even if she still saw a pained look on his face from time to time.

Every now and then, she helped him to stand up and take a few steps. When he was finally able to walk again without help and go to the outhouse by himself, they were both relieved. The first thing Damien did once he trusted his legs was to order a warm bath. She took his clothes and the bedding, taking her time with the laundry, to give him a chance to thoroughly scrub off whatever might still remain from his time in the dungeon.

As soon as his stomach had gotten used to proper food again, she started getting him something different to eat every day. She brought him stew from the kitchen, roasts from the tavern, pancakes from the market, fresh fruit and various baked goods. She didn’t get him only food, though; she found a wax tablet for him to practice writing on, small wooden puzzles for children to solve which were harder to use with one hand, and when she realized the books he took from her stash were mostly romantic fairytales, she got two more, hiding them beneath the existing ones.

As if he wanted to make up for his outburst on the first day, Damien was eager to train the motor skills of his left hand. Although the success was rather moderate, he tried so hard that in the end it was often Merridy who took whatever he was working with from his hand.

“Don’t overdo it,” she admonished him once more as she swiped a ball off the bedspread in front of him. “You need to practice, but you can’t force it.”

He sighed softly and his gaze drifted away, as it so often did when he was lost in thought. She reached behind her for the other balls she had put there and began to juggle with them. Like every time, she distracted Damien with it, but this time it didn’t last long and his gaze darkened again.

“No matter how much I practice, I’ll never be able to do something like this, for example,” he muttered resignedly.

A cheeky grin flitted across Merridy’s face at these words and she caught all five balls with one hand. “Come on, you just have to practice a lot,” she said in a teasing tone, which she was immediately sorry for. 

She hoped Damien wouldn’t think she was making fun of him, but he just sighed and gave an unwilling huff. To prove it, she held her right hand behind her back and with her left threw first one, then the next, and then all the balls into the air. This time she juggled all five with only one hand. Unfortunately, she needed all her concentration to do it, so she couldn’t watch Damien’s facial expression when he noticed it. She wasn’t able to keep it up for long, and after half a minute the balls tumbled to the floor one after the other.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Damien’s words made her look up, a little out of breath as she flexed and shook out her fingers. “How do you manage to keep giving me hope?”

She shrugged sheepishly and hurried to collect the balls again. Fortunately, one had rolled under the bed so she could dive down in search of it as she answered him, “Maybe because I know how important hope is.”

As she stood back up with all the balls and went to the chests to put them away, she gave Damien a quick look. He hadn’t said anything back, and she was glad of that. She wasn’t ready to tell him about her past just yet.

-

They didn’t change, or even talk about the distribution of sleeping places. It didn't bother Merridy to sleep on the blankets, she wasn’t used to anything else. It wasn’t the comfort of her bed that kept her up at night, but the presence of another person in the room, and the noises that came with it. Most of the time, Damien just slept fitfully, but one night she was jolted out of her dreams by his soft groans.

“Damien?” she asked in a whisper, but there was no answer.

Sleepily, she fished for a candle, cursing softly when she didn’t manage to light it right away. Damien’s frantic breathing made her hands tremble, and when the flame finally jumped to the wick, his voice reached her ears.

“No… Don’t! No!”

A shiver ran down Merridy’s spine as she picked herself up and hurried to the bed. In the flickering light of the candle, she could see Damien’s distorted face and the drops of sweat shimmering on his forehead. Again he groaned, and she didn’t know if it was because of his dream or because he was tossing and turning restlessly, straining his injured shoulder.

“Damien? Can you hear me?”

He did not respond. Carefully, Merridy placed the candle on the table, making sure it was well out of Damien’s reach. When she turned back to him, he reared straight up in bed, but then slumped down again, making a desperate, tormented sound.

“I… I can’t. Please. Please don’t make me.” His voice sounded so terribly terrified and a sob followed his words, so full of anguish that Merridy’s breath caught.

“Damien, wake up. Wake up!” She propped herself up on the mattress with one knee and grabbed his unharmed shoulder to shake him. Now she didn’t care if it hurt him. Whatever he was dreaming about, reality with its pain could hardly be more cruel. “Wake up!”

At last he tore his eyes open, accompanied by a final, hoarse cry. He blinked, breathing heavily, his gaze darting around until it finally fell on Merridy.

“Merry?”

She nodded and swallowed against the lump in her throat. Damien reached for her hand, still resting against his shoulder, and clung to it. His fingers dug into her skin, eliciting a soft, pained yelp. Immediately, he let go of her as if he had been burned.

“I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m so sorry.” Again and again he stammered the same words. Tears made their way down his cheeks and he was shaking so much, Merridy could feel it through the mattress.

“It’s all right. It was just a dream. You’re safe.” She was aware that her own voice was shaking as well, but she still tried to sound calm. “We’re in Dragon’s Reach. You’re safe here.”

It didn’t seem to help. She felt as if her words were not getting through to Damien at all.

“I’m… sorry,” he repeated over and over, even as he was shaken by sobs and had to struggle for breath between words.

Merridy was at a loss. Although she had noticed that Damien was wary about too much closeness, she didn’t know how else to help. She settled down next to him on the bed and wrapped her arms around him. At first he flinched and froze under her touch. To her surprise, however, he then relaxed a little, and finally even nestled his head against her shoulder. Though he fell silent, she could feel his tears soaking the fabric of her shirt. Mumbling meaningless, soothing words she stroked his hair and slowly he seemed to calm down again.

Merridy waited until he had fallen asleep before she let go of him and went back to her own bed. She left the candle on the table. It would burn for a while longer, painting flickering patterns on the walls and ceiling of the room. Laying down on her blankets, eyes wide open, she watched the dancing shadows cast by a variety of objects. Again and again her thoughts circled around Damien’s words. They just didn’t make any sense. It didn’t surprise her that he was plagued by nightmares; it would have surprised her more if that hadn’t been the case. But what could he have been dreaming of to be shaken like that, to keep apologizing to her? 

Tensely, she listened into the silence for any sign that Damien was dreaming again, but all remained quiet. Still, she just couldn’t find any sleep, finding herself too warm when she was wrapped in her blanket, and too cold when she wasn’t. Every noise, no matter how quiet, kept her wide awake, and when the candle eventually burned down, she had to resist the urge to light a second one.

When the first rays of light fell through the window, Merridy gave up trying to sleep and got up. She used the early morning hour to wash herself and then, when she had put on fresh clothes, to do her and Damien’s laundry. There was a clothesline stretched from the window of the inn to the window of the house across the street. Just as she was pulling the last pair of pants across the street, Damien woke up. She could see his movement in the corner of her eye and turned to face him.

“Good morning,” she greeted him, eyeing him furtively. Deep circles lay under his eyes, and his skin, which had slowly regained some color over the past few days, was unnaturally pale.

“Good morning.” Damien’s voice was noticeably rougher than the day before and he swallowed a few times. “You’re up early.”

Merridy put the last shirt over the clothesline, pinning it in place with two clothespins. Then she pulled the top rope until the clothes dangled in the air a short distance from the house, before closing the window.

“I couldn’t sleep very well,” she said, watching Damien. Was she imagining it, or had he looked guilty for a moment? But he only gave a low growl that could mean anything and didn’t elaborate. Merridy didn’t believe he didn’t remember. She assumed that he didn’t want to talk about what he had dreamed about. And if she was honest — she didn’t dare to ask.

“I’ll go get breakfast,” she muttered and disappeared from the room, determined to gather herself a bit on the way to the kitchen and then let the day pass like any other.

-

Twenty days after their arrival in Dragon's Reach, Merridy dared for the first time to apply firmer pressure while changing the bandage. Damien grimaced, but when she inquired whether she was hurting him, he shook his head.

“It feels strange. All wrong. And it hurts a little bit, but it’s not very bad.”

Merridy nodded and examined the edges of the wound more closely. They had fused into a thick scar that would probably stay that way. The majority of his other wounds had healed as well, leaving fresh, pinkish skin behind.

“It’s been three weeks now. I don’t think it will get infected again. The wound is closed and I would like to remove the stitches.”

Like ugly beetle legs, the black thread ends still protruded from the seam. At Damien’s nod, Merridy took a small pair of scissors and began to cut them open one by one, before carefully pulling them out. Damien winced a time or two, but made no sound. When she was done, she examined the tiny holes that remained. Only two of them showed a trace of blood, but she still applied a generous layer of salve. She also wrapped the bandage around his shoulder once more, even if now it was more to avoid soiling Damien’s clothes and the bed.

When she was done, she reached out as if to grab his hand, but then faltered when she noticed his gaze. He looked strangely lost at that moment.

“Now you really are saved,” she whispered.

He just nodded silently and she had to swallow before she managed to continue speaking. 

“I told you, didn’t I?”

Damien still sat frozen on the bed and finally she overcame the distance between them and put her arms around him. But he did not react to this either, but continued to sit stock-still. At least he now found his voice again. 

“Yes, you did. You did.”

Merridy heard his voice tremble and gave him another gentle squeeze, then straightened up.

“Let’s celebrate. I’ll get us dinner,” she suggested and headed for the door. Maybe he just needed a moment to himself.

With the door half open, she turned back to look at him. Damien had his hand raised, carefully touching his right shoulder. Involuntarily, she wondered how much fear of a relapse he must still have had, and whether it had finally faded away. Merridy herself had made every effort to suppress it, but every time she had changed the bandage, she had prepared herself for the worst. The idea of losing him after all had deprived her of sleep more than once. 

Whatever worries about his past or his character she might have had, they had faded quickly. By now, she was sure that he wasn’t a bad person, and would be no threat to Cedric’s secrets. That meant that she no longer had to stay, but it didn’t mean that she had to leave, either. Perhaps now there would be an opportunity to get to know the man behind those sad dark eyes.

She stayed away a little longer than usual, and when she returned she carried an apple pie and a pitcher of red grape juice on her tray. Damien faced her, a small smile on his lips. He seemed to have regained his composure a little. Then his gaze lingered on the pitcher and he drew his eyebrows together.

“It’s just grape juice,” Merridy said, her tone apologetic. “I thought about getting wine, but I don’t like to drink it. I can get you some, if you’d like.”

He shook his head hurriedly. “Please don’t. I don’t drink alcohol. Juice is perfect.”

With a relieved smile, Merridy balanced the tray to the bed and sat down across from Damien. She cut a piece of the pie and slid it toward him on a plate. 

“Here. If you like it, there’s a merchant on the other side of town who makes the best apple pies. And applesauce. And fried apples. When you’re a bit stronger, we can go there,” she offered.

Damien had reached for the plate, but now froze at her words. Looking intently at her, he seemed to be searching for something in her expression, but whether he found it, she couldn’t tell.

“I… like apples,” he eventually said, so carefully, as if he feared he was saying something wrong. 

Merridy laughed. “Apples it is, then. Oh, and here…”

She poured the juice into two cups, then filled her own plate and reached for a fork. The cake was still a little warm in the middle and tasted wonderful. The juice was just tart enough to provide a pleasant contrast. They ate every last crumb of the cake and spent the rest of the evening telling each other little innocuous anecdotes about their lives in Caldeia.

Yeah well, speed picked up a bit, didn’t it. I have one story with a endlessly long recovery, I didn’t want another. I can always return and pester the two of them with some little bonus pieces >:) As I have already started.

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[melishade]

Attack on Prime Deleted Scene: The Crystal Cave

Link to Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36583423/chapters/91243426

Before I begin, I recognized that I mentioned the Survey Corps using the crystal cave that belonged to Rod Reiss during the coup. But in Attack on Prime, Rod never transforms into a titan, so the cave doesn’t get broken due to the transformation and size. And i never wrote how the cave got destroyed. So how does the cave get destroyed and the crystals get used? Oh, that’s simple: Megatron and his secret miner skills that he doesn’t like to talk about.

Hanji remained seated on Optimus’ shoulder while Levi remained on the ground with a collection team on standby. A few days after the slew of events, from the coup to the basement, the Survey Corps were finally able to address the issue about the crystal cave belonging to Rod Reiss. Examination of the crystals showed they glowed in the dark, so this would be a beneficial resource for both military and civilian, especially for the people living in the underground. 

However, Hanji and Levi were a little confused at the...method. They could really only sit back and watch as Megatron tapped the ground with his sword a couple of time. The former warlord seemed to wait before doing so again. He then stepped on the ground twice before moving his pede to step on another portion of the ground. However, the distance between his initial step and current one was so little. 

“You know, when we asked Megatron to do this, I didn’t expect for it to take this long,” Hanji admitted, raising and eyebrow with curiosity as Megatron tapped the ground again with his sword.

“I’ve never seen him be this precise,” Levi remarked, “If we can call it that-! Okay, Buckethead is just tapping the ground!”

“I do not know what Megatron intends to do,” Optimus confessed, “But I have learned from experience to not interrupt him.”

Megatron spun his sword and stabbing it in the ground before walking and dragging it along, leaving a trail behind.

“Why? Will he get angry?” Hanji rolled her eyes, “It’s his default emotion.”

“Can he feel anything else besides anger?” Levi threw a jab.

“Humor,” Megatron merely answered as he walked past them.

“You know what humor is?!” Hanji shouted back at him, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Megatron glared at her, but continued walking regardless.

“Probably dark as shit,” Levi mumbled. They were all confused when Megatron reached a certain point before turning around and marking his way towards the church, his distance slightly further away. When Megatron reached the church, the Survey Corps realized that Megatron had drawn a large ellipse shape in the ground. Megatron then walked inside this ellipse shape, tapping his sword along the ground as he went. Megatron reached a certain point, which Optimus recognized to be the middle of the shape, and Optimus realized what Megatron intended to do.

“Everyone, please distance yourself,” Optimus advised.

“Distance?” Levi questioned as the collection team decided to take the titan’s advice.

Megatron tapped his pede on the ground. Megatron hummed to himself before stabbing his sword into the ground. Levi finally took the pieces together and took steps backwards. Megatron removed the shield from his back and adjusted it on his arm. He flexed his digits and noticed the crowd had moved a reasonable distance away. Megatron transformed and flew upward while Optimus set Hanji on the ground and put himself in front of the humans for protection. Megatron transformed back into his bipedal mode and was in freefall. He aimed his shield for the hilt of the sword and essentially crashed into it. 

The sword went through the ground like a nail through a wall, and the ground shattered beneath Megatron, revealing the blue cave below. The humans stumbled as the ground shook due to the impact, while Optimus watched the ground to see if the cracks spread further out. When the dust and ground settled, Optimus, Levi, and Hanji peered down below to see the now destroyed crystal cave, marveling at the quantity of it. Megatron stood up and dusted himself off before grabbing his sword and transforming it back into the hilt. He looked up to see the three looking down at him. He stretched his arms, gesturing to the damage with a bored expression.

“Satisfied?” Megatron questioned.

“Thank you!” Hanji smiled before turning to the collection team, “Alright everyone, let’s get to work!”

Optimus and Levi saw Megatron transform and fly off before looking back down.

“Looks like there’s a method to the madness after all,” Levi remarked.

(Maybe I should do some writing prompt questions. What do you guys think?)

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[eldritchfaggot]

heyyyyy ^_^ Listen grian nobody touches my bush.You’re done. It all started when grian touched my redstone He played himself like like like a xylophone set on automatic doc monster is a savage with technical skill and crazy vocal acrobatics im a legend of the nho with etho beef and double o doc mc is coming for you sevenfold we’ve got rendog and other firemen to douse the flames that you shoot at this leviathan iskall can try again Yo you think i’m in hiding im just biding my time putting pen to paper coming up with rhymes were the star studded group that got together just to crush you once we start something you know we’re gonna see it through im the knight the soldier who brings the fight at first light y’all had to incite so now i gotta indict You’re Guilty. of getting murdered with words y’all are outgunned go home nerds Hermitgang 16x If you think you can stop the symmetry that’s false g team is dialing for help but i’m ignoring their calls and when their bodies dissolve you’ll know that false is on a killing spree.Try to stop my pvp and perish painfully uh huh im the queen of hearts heads and body parts your diamond armor can’t compare to.My martial arts i’ll send a poison dart. To make them breathe their final breath. G team’s name will be the only thing left CAFFEINATED ANIMATED REDSTONE INNOVATOR my behavior’s crazy can’t phase me Impulse is never lazy tango why would you betray me now my scope is aiming Better run for cover from all the ghast balls that i be taming Without a sound without no hesitation my creations are amazing better watch your step or the g team will end up blazing. Who’s the better team there is no controversy but before we’re said and done y’all be begging us for mercy Hermitgang 16x X gon give it to ya i’m gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya Whaaaaaat lyrical boxing dropping blows on all my foes and the g team they’re lookin unclean needin some sunscreen getting burnt by words to hurt this herd of nerds it’s absurd how my rhymes got them injured Danger Danger i got lasers to cut em up like razors it’s flexing season and i’ve got flavor their weak defenses like trenches and fences that these dense heads are presenting. They’re presenting them alright they’re not very good i could walk over that.I could jump over that i could use an ender pearl use my elytra come on g team jeez Hermitgang 16x Now i’m back got some things i wanna say Yeah what’s the letter that starts the alphabet Ay ladies get in line the diggity be on the way Kiff cleo don’t know who she freakin with Who all the signs say to notify her next of kin this diggity dog be dropping bombs nothing but hits Ay spit that rhyme again Brrt but the message is.I can mumble rap and still be the best there is Hermitgang 16x Oh you wanted me to do a verse.I gotta check with g team. I don’t have the rest of mumbo’s bit memorized.Bananas

Why

#Long post

[royalty-and-roses]

Allannia's Question

920 word count, m!receiving oral, f!receiving praise, petnames, teaching (ig?)

An was dumbfounded by his sweet girl’s question. He blinked at her slowly, a string of silence falling between them as he tried to process what she was asking. “Huh?” he finally managed to get out. 

“Can I try… putting my mouth on it?” she asked, her cheeks bright red as he made her repeat herself. 

Recovering quickly, he grinned at her. “I would never stop you from doing something you want to.” He solidified his answer with a kiss to her nose. “Go ahead, take the lead, I want to see what you can do; I promise I won’t get in the way.” An urged her on with a soft smack to her rear. 

Allannia jumped a bit, fumbling a bit as she scrambled to get on top of her lover. Things started as they usually did to help her ease in: some simple kisses and light touches. He kept his end of the deal, showing a surprising amount of restraint, especially with the soft palming she was doing over his pants. 

Soon, she began kissing down his neck and torso; a skill he presumed that she learned from him. In complete honesty, he got more enjoyment from watching her than the actual acts she was performing, but he gave her soft, approving grunts and groans nonetheless. 

His abs flexed as she kissed down his stomach and he looked down at her with a bit of a smug smile. When her lips found the waistband of his pants, her blue eyes scanned his face in an uncharacteristically analytical way. An couldn’t help but notice a worried glint in her stare as well. 

“Hey,” he said softly, one of his large hands coming down to cup her cheek. “why are you looking at me like that, sweet thing?”

She frowned, realizing how apparent her emotions were on her face. “I’m just trying to feel you out, find the things and places you like.”

A deep chuckle left him that filled her momentarily with a feeling of humiliation, like he was looking down on her. “You’re so cute.” The words fell from his lips easily, as if he was saying them unconsciously. “I’ll tell you when it feels good, there’s no secret signal you have to look for.”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

“Lannie, look at you.” he laughed, running his hands over her curves and squeezing firmly to make his point. “What’s there not to like?” 

She pouted a bit still, feeling like he missed the point of what she was saying. Chuckling a bit again, he tilted her head back to look at him. “Listen, if there’s things you need to learn, I’ll teach you. That doesn’t mean that I won’t like it the first time though. You wanted to try, so I want to let you try. I’m not going to judge my pretty little virgin’s head skills.”

Allannia blushed bright red. His reassurance was helpful, but that last comment flustered her to no end. 

“Aww, you just want to be good, don’t ya, baby?” he cooed, rubbing his thumb over her warm cheek.

Her stomach fluttered at this and she nodded, leaning her head into his large hand. 

“Use your words, lemme hear that pretty voice.” His dark eyes traced her blushing features. Allannia whined softly at him, looking away, only to be nudged back by a tap of his fingers. “Go ahead.” 

“I just wanna be good…” she mumbled. “An, I just wanna be your good girl.” she said a bit louder, with a lot more certainty in her voice. 

He couldn’t help the grin that overtook his face at her words. “Thatta girl,” he praised her before gripping her jaw and kissing her lips. “You can do it.” 

Now released from his grip, Allannia slowly pulled apart the knot holding his pants up at the waist. A soft sigh of relief left him as she pulled him from the confines of his boxers. 

“You don’t have to try fittin’ your mouth around the whole thing, use your hands too.” he advised her. “You got that look on your face, like you don’t know how to make it fit.” he chuckled, stroking her hair gently. 

Allannia pouted a bit at his comment, feeling like she had to prove a point now. Finally, she pressed a kiss to the tip, making a deep exhale leave him. “That’s it, you got it.” 

Looking through her eyelashes, she got to see how much of a mess she was making him. This encouraged her to take a few chances; namely, licking a long stripe up the underside of it. An shuddered, tangling his hand into her curls. After peppering a few more kisses around the tip, she tried to take him into her mouth. 

“That’s it.” he repeated, this time in a groan. It went relatively well, until the tip was hitting the back of her throat. An couldn’t help but moan when he felt her gag on it, there was just something about the way he was too big for her that really turned him on. 

She kept at it, still trying to go down further, but her efforts were futile as she continued to gag. With a soft chuckle, he helped her up. Heat rushed to his stomach when he saw the tears that were pricking the corners of her eyes. 

“Alright, alright,” he said, wiping her tears. “You proved it to me, pretty, you did a good job.” he grinned at her, kissing her cheeks.

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