#or whatever the fuck that quad would be named

[withacapitalp]

Maybe I should make HTRAJ end with a quad of Steve/Nancy/Jonathan/Eddie

I mean if riverdale can do it

#this is a joke #I am joking #the real ending of HTRAJ will be so much worse #but also #RIBERDALE ENDING IN A POLYCULE IS JUST THE BATSHIT CRAZY THIGN I NEEDED #LIKE QUEERZ STAY WINNING I GUESS???? #Cheryl should've been in there imho #she is the cherry on top #but fine #I'm cool with barchieheadonica #or whatever the fuck that quad would be named #mystery quad #crack quad #how the fuck is that the actual ending quad #also noticing we got a montage of every match up except Archie and jughead #homophobia? #in my riverdale?

[chimielie]

yeah, you might want me to drop dead (but i don't even care)

summary: Atsumu x F!Reader. atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: he thinks you're hot when you're angry. you would categorize your relationship with atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane. 

word count: 2k

cw: miya atsumu's degradation kink (it's still sfw he's just not subtle), suggestive at the end

a/n: another resurrected fic from the drafts. walk him like a dog, bitch, walk him like a dog

Miya Atsumu was a player known for his thirst for blood. Like his brother, who termed the all-consuming need to dominate their opponent hunger, he relished in complete fucking annihilation. He was hardly soft off the court, too: few of his peers could withstand his cutting humor, his teammates couldn’t understand how he hadn’t scared off his fan club, and he had crushed a few hearts beneath his heel in his time.

He’d met his match in the natural enemy of heartbreakers: his university’s resident maneater.

“Hey!” Atsumu calls your name, lengthening his stride to catch up to you. You grimace—he can barely see your side profile now, but oh, you’re slowing down so he can catch up. Unusually considerate.

Oh, no, there’s just a clog in the artery of the crowded hallway, halting your escape.

“Hi,” he sing-songs, stretching the word out several extra syllables. 

“Good morning, Atsumu,” you say tightly, drawing up your shoulders so your arm won’t brush his bicep in the limited space. “I was hoping you’d died, since you weren’t in lecture this morning. Better yet, maybe someone buried you alive last night and you hadn’t dug your way out yet.”

“You went with the option that doesn’t kill me! You care,” he says happily, and takes a moment to bask in it. “I was actually at a volleyball game, you should come to one sometime, I’m pretty good at it—”

“I’d rather walk in traffic, ‘Tsumu,” you shoot him a wide smile that makes his knees feel weak and wobbly and shove your way straight through the crowd of people, leaving only an uncaring ‘Scuse me! in your wake. 

A lot of people would categorize your relationship with Atsumu as complicated. Atsumu is not one of those people.

Atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: many moons ago, you and he had been in a few of the same classes and shared some mutual friends—mere acquaintances. He hadn’t known you very well. In fact, he’d thought you were cute, which he now knows you aren’t. A few minor catastrophes he wasn’t privy to later, you had come to verbal blows with some loser in the middle of the quad. You’d later found it rather embarrassing. Watching you eviscerate him, though, Atsumu had experienced a fear like never before. If he was bloodthirsty, you bathed in ichor. 

He would always remember the look on your face as you dealt the final blow and turned away, walking with a straight back right toward him.

Atsumu, who had never seen anything quite like the look of controlled rage on your face as you took that man apart. Who wasn’t sure why the sound of you doing your damnedest to instigate a fight made him shiver despite being all too warm inside. Who was looking up at you from his seat like a puppy, desperate to see you don your war paint again.

You walked past him, because of course you did. You weren’t pulled by the same magnetic force he was, focused on him like he was suddenly fixated on you. You were barely acquainted with him and obviously going to your friends for moral support and ice cream and whatever it was people did after one of them basically tarred and feathered someone in the town square. He was merely a bystander along the path you strode.

Of course, the very action of totally ignoring his existence cinched it: he was hooked.

You would categorize your relationship with Atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane. 

You’d tried to ignore him. He was persistent, though, and he just pushed and pushed and pushed until he crossed the line. It was exhausting.

Except that you kind of loved fighting with him.

You couldn’t help the adrenaline rush it gave you, the way he seemed to light a fire inside you no one else could and keep it burning hot. It was almost like a release to debate him, the way some people boxed or listened to heavy metal to destress. The feeling of victory never failed to put a sparkle in your eye and a cocky smirk on your lips; sometimes, you felt like he was stepping back and letting you win.

This continued in perfectly pleasant vicious and sometimes bloody antagonism for the course of forever until a few months ago, when Atsumu had begun the new and inimitable torture of flirting with you. It was horrible and it was weird and you had no idea what kind of mind game he was playing, but you certainly intended to find out. 

Atsumu, for his part, had recently realized that he likes it when you smile so much more than when you scowl. He likes it when you flutter your lashes instead of staring flatly into his soul, hoping to yank it out and set it aflame. He likes it when you say nice things to him, which has only happened once, but was very nearly a second sexual awakening and thus monumental.

He does not like it when other men flirt with you.

“Your pencil is broken,” Osamu notes, glancing down at his brother’s clenched fist. “You’ll get splinters.”

“What? Oh,” says Atsumu distractedly. “Yeah, I’ll do it later.”

Your laugh rings across the library, the warm glow of a fireplace instead of the burning fires of hell you share with Atsumu. His grip slackens, and his twin takes the opportunity to prise the pulverized writing utensil out of his hand. This kindness goes unnoticed as the guy, that’s how Atsumu’s thinking the word in his mind, low and mocking, guy, says something to you that makes him instinctively kick Osamu in the shin.

“Ow! Douchebag!”

“Sorry, reflex,” Atsumu apologizes.

“Do you want to go with me?” Asks the dickhead you’re talking to.

“To ice cream? Sure,” you reply, and you don’t even sound like you’re being sarcastic. What the fuck? There’s a long pause while the jagoff scuffs his shoe against the floor, a red flush coming over his face while you stare slightly past him with your trademark stare. But your lips are slightly turned up.

The expression haunts Atsumu on his walk back. Your smile was so pretty, sweet and soft. You never smile at him except mockingly. 

“At the risk of sounding like I care,” Suna says. “Are you okay?” 

“If I killed someone, would you help me get rid of the body?” Atsumu says, staring straight ahead.

“No,” Osamu says, “he’s finding out about human emotions and he’s coping very badly.”

Atsumu is ignoring you. As quickly as his interest (his desire to piss you off) had flared up, it had disappeared seemingly overnight, which was fine for you. It was great! You had booted the most annoying man in the world out of your life and replaced him with a perfectly nice guy. Your life was coming up roses.

Except it was driving you insane. You had your phone out, held an inch below your desk, leaving the perfectly nice guy (what was his name? You hadn’t saved it in your contacts and you weren’t sure why) on read as you stared across the room at the faux-blond.

He was chattering to another boy who looked bemused and patient; probably another volleyball player. You were half-convinced this was part two of his ploy to get under your skin; he was playing the unpredictable game.

As you try to bore a hole in his brain with your eyes, you see him glance back at you for a second, just a second, and that’s it. You slam your palms down on the desk, shooting up from your seat, trying not to make eye contact when a few other students turn and look at you because of the noise. He still won’t look directly at you as you make your way to his seat.

“I just remembered I have to leave,” says Atsumu’s friend—Aran, not that you care what his friends are called—picking up his bag. “I have to go be anywhere else right now.”

“What,” Atsumu whines as he books it away from the two of you. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Yeah,” you snap, folding your arms in front of your chest. You’re not sure why you’re so angry, just at the look of his melting chocolate eyes and hunched shoulders and pouty lips. Ugh. He’s the worst. “You’re avoiding me. Why.” The question sounds more like a sentence or maybe a threat.

“I’m not doing that,” he defends weakly. “Maybe I just got tired of looking at your face.”

“My face is fucking precious, okay,” you argue, “you should want to look at it all the time. Idiot. What’s wrong with you?”

“I do—I mean, what? What’s wrong with you?” He returns, and there’s the familiar snap and sting that you like so much. “You don’t even like it when I talk to you—”

“I don’t!”

“So why are you mad now that I’m not?”

“Because—” You struggle for reasoning. You can’t find it. Something strange and huge is crawling its way up your throat.

“Because, uh, um,” he mocks you, and you almost sock him. “Make up your mind! I was trying to be nice to you, even though it’s fucking boring!”

“I don’t want you to be nice to me!” You shout, and then curl over, your face nearly in his lap as almost everyone else in the room turns to look at you. One of the library workers shushes you loudly. “It’s—you’re right, it is boring. Everything else is fucking boring. I like it when you bother me, ‘Tsumu, okay?”

“Okay,” Atsumu says, eyes widening, leaning away from you as you seem nearly on the verge of manic combustion in front of you. “Then—I’ll keep doing it?”

“Will you?” You sit up straight and look him squarely in the eye. He gulps, unsure what he’s being asked. Something is fluttering in his stomach, but he’s hesitant to trust it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, and it feels like so much more than a confession.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say, in the same deceptively soft tone. “Can I kiss you?”

“Not if I kiss you—” You grab his face before he can finish talking and smash your lips onto his, first hard and like you’re trying to bully your way into his mouth, then a little sweeter, a little more tender. “First?”

“I win,” you say smugly as he tries to remember how to breathe.

“Please leave,” says the librarian. 

You live alone, which is amazing, because if Atsumu were to see his brother or teammates right now he might commit felony battery. In your apartment, which is full of trinkets Atsumu wants to examine but can’t because he’s very busy staring at you, you shove him onto the couch and sit on him. Sort of like you’re wrestling, but not at all.

“If we’re goin’ out,” he says, “we are going out, right?”

“Yes, ‘Tsumu,” you say, and your smile is as bright as the stars. He clears his throat and prays his voice doesn’t crack.

“Good. Uh, if we’re goin’ out, does that mean you have to start bein’ nice to me?” 

“I’ll be nicer to you,” you promise.

“Oh.” His tone is almost disappointed. 

“Or,” you lean down, and he almost chokes on his own inhale. “I can date you and be mean to you at the same time,” you say into his reddening ear, your breath hot and your smiling lips barely, just barely brushing his skin. Atsumu makes a squeaking noise that can barely be understood. “What was that?”

“Yes, please,” he says fervently.

You bite his earlobe teasingly, and he finds that really nice, actually. The nicest.

#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #hq!! fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #miya atsumu x reader fluff

[venussss01]

mystery solved

xavier thorpe x outcast fem!reader

summary: bianca is having a halloween party in the quad and you and your friends go as the scooby gang.

warnings: best friends to lovers, throat fucking, p in v (no condom), reverse cowgirl, groping, hair pulling kink, hand kink, size kink, squirting, name calling; baby, bunny, & slut, not proof read, most likely misspelling.

writers note: i’m not good at smut so it kinda sucks but i got inspired by a tiktok

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becoming friends with xavier was the best thing you could’ve ever done. he was everything you could ever want in a best friend and more. you’ve two known each other for only 5 and a half years but it feels like longer. you grown up together. you went through puberty together. through all the hard times. you stuck together through whatever and it would always be that way.

and tonight was the night. halloween. what everyone has been waiting for. mostly because bianca has been raving about how fun the party is going to be. and partly because of the fact that it was the girls time to wear something sexy and the boys time to openly ogle at them.

you were really excited because this year you, xavier, yoko, ajax and enid were all gonna be the scooby gang. you were velma, xavier was shaggy, wednesday was scooby, enid was daphne and ajax was fred. enid had to beg wednesday to be scooby because her costume was a onesie and had color.

after 2 days of begging and puppy dog eyes from enid, wednesday eventually gave in. how could she not. she was in love with her. they were perfect for each other. you wish you had something like that. every guy that’s ever liked you just wanted to get in your pants. you kinda gave up on trying to find someone. if it was meant to be, he would come to you.

you were putting on your orange thigh high socks when xavier comes in. “heyy, you ready?” “almost” you respond. “like my outfit?” you ask teasingly. your red pleated mini skirt and tight orange long sleeve shirt showing off your curves in the best way possible. “it’s very revealing.” “ but it’s cute, don’t ya think?” he stalks closer to you and holds you close to him “of course bunny.” you loved that nickname.

he said he called you that because of how little you are compared to him. but you knew he liked it. xavier always found a way to tease you about how short you are but if you think about it you really aren’t that short. he’s just massive. you would be lying if you said that that didn’t make you hot though.

and the fact that you two were always touching didn’t help. you knew he was handsome. anyone who had eyes knew he was handsome. you didn’t necessarily like that others found him attractive too but it’s not like you could do much. you were just best friends.

he sways you both side to side. “xaviii we gotta go. we’re gonna be late.” “okay okay, hurry up.” you rush to put your red mary janes on and grab xavier’s hand running out of the door. “this is going to be the best party ever.” “yeah” he slowly replies looking you up and down. having to stop himself from palming his growing erection.

you guys met the rest of the scooby gang on your way to the quad. enid smirks “oh velma i think you dropped your glasses.” the blonde hits your glasses on the ground. “careful, i don’t want them to break.” you bend down to pick up, unknowingly in front of xavier. he eyes your bent form for a little too long. neither of you noticing the looks between the others.

they all knew somehow, someway you two would get together. enid could see how you look at the tall boy. admiring him. she knew of your ‘not so secret’ secret affections for the boy behind you. “come on, let’s party!” ajax yells as you put your glasses back on and walk into the loud room.

you’re all welcomed with hundreds of students dancing. yoko and divina were by the drinks, of course making her famous mojitos. bianca was flirting with some guy in our grade and kent was dirty dancing with a vamp.

you make your way to yoko and divina. “heyy how are you guys?” “great” they both answer. “how about you y/n/n?” “good but i could be better. if only i had one of the best mojito in my hand right now.” you hint. “coming right up.” yoko chuckles.

a boy with dark black hair and suit on joins you. josh. “hey y/n, would you like to accompany me to a dance?” “uh no thanks.” you turn away disgusted by his attempts. “you sure?” he grabs at your wrist. “yeah i’m sure.” you rip your arm away from his tight grip and make your way back to xavier.

he was sitting down on the ledge of the water fountain. “hi shaggy” you run your hand through his hair. “hi velma” he pulls you on his lap and you put your hand around his shoulders.

a new song starts to play and you start to move to the beat. smiling, laughing, talking, drinking. you were tipsy but you were having fun. you hadn’t left xavier’s lap. though he had to calm you down before you feel him rock hard against you.

just the idea of your clothed heat moving up and down his cock made his mind go wild. he places his hands on your waist. you don’t notice and he tights his grip on your skirt, accidentally making it rise. you look back at him catching his gaze as he stares at the skin of your ass. “you okay?” that’s when you realize that there’s something hard under you.

xavier quickly let’s go of your hips and acts like he wasn’t looking, but you knew. maybe it was the alcohol or the loud music making your heart race but you put his hands back on your skirt and slowly lift it up. giving him a better view without letting anyone else see. you twist around and kiss him. he immediately kissed back, tightening his grip.

you start grinding against him making him even harder if that was possible. you pull away and start kissing his neck. he whimpers but low enough for only you to hear. “we shouldn’t be doing this.” “you’re right” you agree but you don’t stop your actions. after marking him with a few purple bruises you begin palming his erection with your hands.

“i want you” you truthfully let out. “but-“ you cut xavier off and kiss him again. continuing to palm him, you unbutton his tan cargos. looking around to make sure no one was looking at you two before pulling his cock out. at least you thought no one was looking but did it really matter. everyone was drunk and most likely wouldn’t remember.

but this is something you want to remember. “bunny…” you move your small hands up and down his shaft making xavier groan. he bites your bottom lip causing you moan into his mouth. “fuck” he throws his head back. you turn back around and rub him against your clothed pussy.

“god you feel so good. gonna be so tight” he moves your panties to the side and grinds against you bare. his top hitting your clit with each push. you couldn’t stop whimpering. you didn’t even care that you were in public now.

xavier lifts your hips up right above his and slams you down on cock. before you could scream, he places a hand on your mouth and turns your head to look you in the eyes. “don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing right?” he lets go the second you nod.

he starts to snap his hips against yours. feeling him deeper. “be quiet.” he tells you firmly. you start to feel desperate. you want more. you need more. this wasn’t enough. you suddenly get up off of him and tuck him away before grabbing his hand.

“what are you doing?” “finding a better spot shaggy.” you inform him and run to the closest bathroom. locking the door behind you. he pulls himself back out and bends you over again. “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck this cunt.” “then do it.. please” “aww my little bunny” he gropes your ass.

impatiently you push back against him. xavier wanted to take his time with you but was just as needy as you. groaning as he pushes back into you. “i love this pussy” you smile at the compliment and start fucking your self on him. “yeah just like that.”

“you’re so big” he wasn’t your first but damn was he the biggest. you have never seen anything bigger than 6 inches and he seemed like 8. he takes hold of your hair and pulls you back against him. bucking his hips up into yours. your eyes roll as you hear the slapping of your skin. his balls hitting your clit perfectly.

you moan and can’t help but clench around him. “such a tight pussy. all mine.” “yeah yeah all yours.. xavii” you start to lose yourself in the pleasure. he fastens his pace and you begin to see stars. “fuckk i’m gonna-“ the tall boy cuts you off now “i know baby. do it. cum around my cock.” it was too much. you couldn’t handle this much.

you black out for a few mins as xavier fucks into you, trying to find his own release. “oh bunny, you squirted on me.” he tells you, watching through the mirror as you come back to reality. the over stimulation was becoming painful good. you start to feel another pit in your stomach. building faster and faster by the second. next thing you know you’re squirting all over xavier once again.

“god just making a mess all over my cock. aww is it too much for you baby?” he pouts and feigns sympathy. “xavi-“ your eyebrows furrow. “just one more time baby. you can do it for me.” “wanna swallow” you moan out. “fuck, you’re such a slut for me. gonna swallow every last drop like a good girl, huh?” he asks you roughly slapping your ass.

he hits you a few more times due to you being too caught up in pleasure to answer. “answer me.” “yes! yes i’ll be a good g-girl” “good. now kneel.” you gain enough strength to pull yourself off xavier and on your knees. you start to kitten lick at him but that wasn’t enough. “come on baby. you can do better than that.”

you slowly lower your head on his cock. you moan at the taste of yourself. “is my bunny to dumb to suck me like a good girl?” you shake your head while he’s still inside you. but he knew you were lying. “hm lemme show you how good girls take it.” he takes your hair in his hand once again and starts to ravishly fuck into your throat.

you feel his cock twitch in your mouth meaning he was close. your breath gets caught and you start to gag. saliva running down your chin and onto your shirt. xavier didn’t care though. at least not right now. right now was his time. he was giving you what you want. your nose hits his pelvis and he cums down your throat. “fuckk bunny. did so good for me. took it so well.”

he pulls you off his cock and rubs your cheek with his thumb. watching as you slowly blink your eyes at him. “so pretty.” you weakly smile at him. he helps you up and cleans you with a hand towel. “thank you” you finally say as you regain your strength. “of course bunny.” he kisses you passionately. you kiss back hugging his waist.

xavier let’s go. hugging you tightly and kisses your head. “i love you xavi” you tell him. “i wanna be with you” he looks down at you, shocked. he eventually grins. “i love you too bunny. and i’d love to be with you.” you kiss once more. after attempting to look like nothing had happened, you both walk out of the bathroom. holding hands and blushing.

“oh look who it is.” ajax says with his arms crossed. “mystery solved.” wednesday joins in with enid by her side. “oh uh hey guys. what’s up.” you nervously ask. “nothing much, you?” enid shares a knowing look with you. “nothing.” “oh really? then why were you in the bathroom together?” ajax asks already knowing the answer.

“just fighting some ghosts, ya know” shaggy tells the gang. “oh yeah i bet.” ajax squints. you all laugh and return back to the party.

the end

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#percy hynes white #percy hynes white x actress!reader #wednesday #wednesday cast #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #jenna ortega

[piratefalls]

i don't have a snarky opening line this week. have fic instead.

masterlist.

(make me) misbehave by r_holland

Alex Claremont-Diaz has done it again. The Texas-born singer-songwriter released his fourth studio album second skin Thursday at midnight. Full of Claremont-Diaz’s signature lyricism, critics are praising the album for the cohesive image it paints. second skin is the result of a young writer at the top of his game, and every lyric depicts for the listener a picture of a sun-drenched secret romance. Fans are clamoring to be the first to uncover the mystery girl at the center of it all, although Claremont-Diaz remains tight-lipped on the subject… -- Or: Alex Claremont-Diaz is a singer-songwriter rising up in the music industry. Henry Fox is the shining star of an acting empire. This is a love story.

NFWMB by cricketnationrise

5 Times Alex Fights Customer Service for Henry + 1 Time He Doesn't Have To

falling in love (in the cruelest way) by coffeecatsme

“Alex?” The name makes Alex stop halfway to the register and look back. Henry is standing in the same spot, shifting from foot to foot, before he juts his chin out. He meets Alex’s eyes. “Where are you traveling to?” Or, Alex picks up a stranger on a road trip, only to realize too late he's the missing Prince of Wales.

We've Got To Stop Meeting like This by everwitch

Alex books an Airbnb studio with a shared bathroom. The other studio is occupied by a man with lush pink lips and impressive personal hygiene — really, he’s super diligent about lathering and rinsing. Alex would know, seeing as the lock to the bathroom is seriously unreliable. Or: the Airbnb romp you didn’t know you needed.

quad shot americano by saintlynomenclature

Like always, Henry’s made it perfectly—the espresso is rich, decidedly not burnt, and the cinnamon tastes like it’s been infused rather than sprinkled in. “How the fuck do you do this?” Alex demands, taking another sip as Henry laughs at him. “If I tell you, you won’t come back.” Henry smiles, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. Alex lets his eyes follow the line of Henry’s shoulders, falling down to the veins in his forearms after the ends of his bunched-up sleeves. The ring on Henry’s left pinky doesn’t reflect in the lowlight of the back corner—without the sun glinting off of it, Alex can finally see that the surface of it is engraved. “If you think coffee's the only thing keeping me around, sweetheart, then I need to try harder.” The blush coats Henry’s cheeks again. He dips his head bashfully, eyes skating away from Alex’s face. “Whatever will I do with you?” he murmurs under his breath.

- Or, Alex spends an exorbitant amount of money on coffee.

Not So Silent Night by inexplicablymine

Sure, Alex can admit in the deepest recesses of his mind, at two in the morning, when the Liszt is playing forlornly like some kind of bugle call for grief, that whoever the fuck lives next to him is on another level with the keys. Or Alex has no idea who his piano playing neighbor is, but Alex knows one thing for certain… This means war.

Airplane Mode by clottedcreamfudge

Getting into an argument with someone in the airport lounge had probably been a mistake, in hindsight; Alex knows this. But with so many fucking delays and the fact that the signal on his phone is currently making it about as useful as two paper cups joined by a piece of string, he’s kind of on-edge. It’s not entirely his fault that he snaps. Attractive people with perfect hair who take the last almond croissant before Alex can get to it probably just need to understand this. Alex is at the end of his tether, and he will not be swayed by, “Well, I was here first,” in a British accent so smooth it could butter bread.

something more, something right by rizcriz

Alex blinks at him, seemingly entirely unimpressed. “So, you’re just going to pretend we’re not in love with each other?” 

here the whole time by HypnosTheory

Alex frowns, massaging Henry’s scalp. “It feels like you’re getting headaches more often babe. Anything wrong?” “It’s nothing,” Henry says, melting under Alex’s fingers on his scalp. “My suppressants are just killing my head. Think I’ve been taking them too long, I probably need a break soon.” Alex hums thoughtfully. “Or you could get off them for good.” -- Married and bonded, Henry and Alex decide it's about time to get off suppressants and start enjoying their bond fully.

Of Who I Am (Golden) by MayQueen517

There's magic and Henry is hiding something. Alex is determined to figure it out at all costs.

Dependence is a Childhood Illness by aubsoluteaudacity

As he stands by the counter and waits for the kettle to boil, Henry goes over his illness management tactics in his head. Drink lots of tea and water. Take more medication whenever he reasonably can. Never, ever, let anyone see how sick he is. He has been following this mantra since his late teens. Royalty isn’t allowed to miss an event because of a cold. It simply isn’t done to stay in bed when there are hands to press and ribbons to cut.

pictures of you (pictures of me) by yeolocity

alex keeps polaroids.

If You Love Something by allmylovesatonce

Alex calls Henry to tell him a funny incident from his day. When a miscommunication sends them both reeling, both of them are questioning if the other is wanting to end their relationship. Their friends take things upon themselves to get them to see eye to eye.

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat by firenati0n

Alex invites Henry to his Extremely Specific and Ethnic Friendsgiving dinner, issuing a stern warning—no beige foods and no colonizer behavior. So basically, Henry's screwed. In an effort to find the perfect recipe, Henry stumbles upon a popular TikTok chef who thirst traps from the neck down and flusters Henry to his core. But his food is banging, along with the bod. A recipe for feral disaster. Or, Alex is an anonymous thirst-trapping chef on TikTok. Henry is an amateur cook who needs a recipe for Friendsgiving. Alex knows Henry's watching. Henry doesn't know it's Alex. Shenanigans ensue.

it's midnight in Texas by viciouslyqueer

When Henry mentions a charity polo match in Connecticut, Alex doesn’t think much of it. When Henry asks him on a date and puts him on a plane to Paris, Alex smiles and lets himself be romanced. When Henry says he wants to do it right, Alex is too in love to protest.

we should get married by smc_27

He’d spent most of the week sitting on the floor with his laptop open on the table, typing away about absolute nonsense in between sessions and phone calls with immigration and a lawyer trying to see if it’s possible there’s any way in the world he can stay in America while this gets sorted. The good news is this doesn’t bar him from trying again and just returning when it all gets sorted. Not that that will be easy, but still. It’s a possibility. He makes the absolutely foolish mistake, after pouring his second drink, of googling ‘marriage visa’ as if that will be the answer to any or all of his problems. Allows himself a brief, excruciating moment to imagine he has someone to marry and make that a reality. But then…he does, does he not? OR, a greencard marriage AU

i need that charles dickens by @whimsymanaged

Henry’s flatmate (and crush) Alex is suddenly obsessed with Charles Dickens. But when Henry asks to borrow Alex’s Dickens, he quickly learns that Alex hasn’t, in fact, been talking about a book.

Amazed at How We Talk (Once, Successfully) by @sparklepocalypse

And, well. Fuck that guy. Alex isn’t about to rub elbows with people who can’t even stand to be in the same room as him. Alex isn’t sulking when he sidles up to the bar and steals a man’s whisky. He also isn’t sulking when he obtains a second glass, this one neat. Or when he snags a large plate of canapés from one of the waitstaff and nonchalantly strolls out of the room. (Movieverse; a riff on the trope that asks, What if Cakegate didn't happen?)

like a bridge over troubled water, i will ease your mind by anincompletelist

And then— relief. So palpable that it sends more tears springing to his eyes, a sob at his lips that Henry quiets with a kiss. Everything from the past week was so much, had been building up pretty much from the moment Henry first left, and leaving him teetering on the edge of fine and definitively, very much not fine, one more useless appearance or shitty headline away from breaking into a million pieces. And shatter he had. But somehow, by some miracle, he’d been able to wait until Henry was here, was back with him in their home, to do it. His safety net, his safe place, his everything; the only one capable of holding all of his broken shards and figuring out how to piece them all back together again in the aftermath. The only one who has asked for the privilege of being there to do it.

Truth by cmere

Alex always does this, hauls every base fucking instinct that Henry has out into the open between them, plain for both to see. And every time it happens, Henry expects him to laugh it off or give him a hard time, but instead he just encourages it with soft, pliant lips and greedy fingers until Henry gives in to himself and his desires. Alex has never made him feel bad, or odd, or disgusting, always treats him with the utmost patience and care. Henry loves him so fucking much. It's just past midnight on Alex's birthday and he's going to get what he wants. Which is, of course, to give Henry what he wants.

as always, if you want me to tag you in future lists just let me know!

@starkfridays @stilesgivesmefeels @midnightsfp

#rwrb #rwrb fic #rwrb fic rec #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb rec list #firstprince #red white and royal blue #alexhenry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

[perpetualproductions]

If We Were Vampires (Pt. 9)

- There's a party tonight?

- Jordan decides to stay in

- Nevermind. Jordan needs to go to the party.

CW: Blood. Violence. More blood. Mentions of drugs/drug use. Same w/Alcohol.

[a/n: ngl, kinda let the depression win with this one. Words just weren't wording when I wrote it. But hey, still wrote. Anyways, sorry, ig. Hope it's readable.]

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Jordan and Marie were both sitting at one of the picnic tables in the quad, sharing a sandwich from the cafeteria. They had spent most of the afternoon outside now, just walking around, spending time together and simply enjoying each other's company. They had fallen into casual conversation when they were suddenly approached by Cate and Andre. 

“Well look who decided to show their face?” Cate said, sliding into the open spot on Marie's left.

“Yo, I'm gonna need to know what you took that left you MIA for four fucking days, dude. Seriously, where'd you go that night?” Andre said, slinging an arm around Jordan's shoulders, taking the spot on their right. 

Jordan just forces a laugh. “Trust me, you don't want to know. Definitely never doing that again.”

Andre jokingly narrows his eyes. “Fine. Keep your secrets.” Andre drops his arm, giving Jordan some space. 

“Doesn't matter. There'll be plenty of opportunities to get fucked up later tonight.” Cate winks, nudging Marie a bit, who just gives a tight smile and nods in response. 

Jordan's a little confused from the interaction. “What's tonight?” 

“Party in the woods. There's a clearing about a mile out from Dusty's, right next to a lake. There's gonna be a bonfire and everything.” Cate responded. 

“And rumor has it Dusty's supplier is bringing out some of the good shit this time.” Andre added. 

“I thought Marie told you?” Cate questioned, looking at Marie. 

Marie just looked at Jordan a bit wide eyed. She did mean to tell them, but then the whole vampire thing came to light and Marie was sure partying was gonna be the last thing on Jordan's mind. “I uh, well Jordan's been really busy, haven't really had time to bring up-” 

“It's fine. Don't think I'm gonna go anyways.” Jordan interrupts. “I am still pretty busy.” They tried to reason. 

“Oh come on, you're always busy, Jordan. It's Saturday! Come get fucked up with your friends!” Andre tries to convince them. 

“Yeah, since when does Jordan Li say no to a party?” Cate adds.

“Since I completely blacked out from one a couple days ago. And I seriously can't afford to do that again when I have so much work to do. Sorry guys. Maybe next time.” Jordan said, definitely. They switched to female form as they got up and began to walk away from the table, knowing they wouldn't stop trying to convince Jordan to go to the party if they stayed. They were right. Usually Jordan would jump at the chance to escape their response for a night, but they really weren't sure how they'd behave in a crowd of people, blood pumping through their veins from the dancing and drugs. Just sounded like a recipe for disaster. Also, there may be a touch of ptsd, given they actually died at the last party they went to. Or adjacent. Whatever, it was the middle of the woods, they're a vampire, they've seen this movie before. They weren't gonna risk it. 

They could hear Marie call their name from behind them, but they didn't feel like talking at the moment, so they rounded a tree and sped away once they were out of sight.

–

Jordan spent the rest of the day working out in the student gym, then going to study in their dorm, alone. Just trying to keep them busy, taking their mind off of anything vampire for the rest of the day. As much as they could anyway, cause they still had to drink blood every now and again.

Except this time, as they sat at their desk studying for what felt like hours, they felt their stomach growl, the hunger seeping in. They were on a bit of a roll, so they ignored it as much as they could until they finally caved, dropping their pencil and rolling over to their mini fridge. As they swung the door open, they froze… There was only one bag left. Shit. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-” Jordan stumbled out of their chair, kneeling in front of the fridge, digging through to make sure there weren't any bags hiding in the back (not that it even went back that far). “Shit!” Jordan yelled, slamming their hand down on the fridge door. A loud crack followed by a thump rang out as the fridge door broke off its hinges, falling on the floor. Jordan moved back a bit as it happened, a hand clutching their head, fingers tangling into their bob. “Fuck…” Jordan sighed, sliding down till they were sat on the floor. They angrily kick the broken door away from them and reach into the fridge, grabbing the last blood bag, ripping it open and drinking it all down. 

They tried to savor it, take it slow, but they were too hungry. They finished the bag in seconds, throwing it to the side. Jordan groaned as they clutched their head in their hands. They were a bit fucked here. They were doing a decent job at rationing their “meals” and making sure they were pacing themselves and not drinking too many bags at once. But that morning sort of fucked them. When they got spooked, accidentally biting Marie's lip, they just lost control a bit and drank down like five fucking bags at once. Shit. They were gonna have to get more, and unfortunately, they only had one supplier…

–

Jordan made their way over to Justine Garcia’s dorm, banging on the door. “Hey! Open the fuck up!” Jordan yelled. They didn't want to bring any attention to themselves, but they were pretty on edge at the moment. They kept knocking on the door, but didn't get a response. 

Jordan sighed, thinking Justine was already at the party by now. Fuck. They were gonna have to go, confront her, and either convince her to come back to give them more blood bags, or drag her back. No- they really shouldn't make a scene. They can't make a scene. 

Jordan's about to walk away, but stops. They turn back around to the door in front of them, getting close to it to see if they can sense what they're looking for on the other side. They couldn't sense anyone on the other side. No fresh blood flowing through veins or breathing can be heard, but they think they can smell a faint scent of blood. Bagged blood, but still blood.

Fuck it. Jordan thought. They grabbed the door handle and yanked it down, effectively breaking it off. They push the door open, taking a scan of the room before walking in. But, as they go to step in, they can't.

"What the fuck?" Jordan mutters to themselves. They try to step through again, but can't. It's as if an invisible force is keeping them from crossing the threshold into the dorm. Getting frustrated with whatever the fuck this was, Jordan stepped back and tried to run as hard as they could through this invisible force, but they just ended up being pushed back. "Fuck!" They exclaimed, finally giving up. There was blood right inside that room and for whatever fucking reason, they couldn't walk in to get it. Fucking hell.

Jordan took a deep breath, trying to ground themselves. Their hunger was very present, but they couldn't let it take over. They just needed to push it down, go to the party, get in and get out, and everything would be fine. 

–

Jordan shuffled their way through the crowd in their male form, the cold night air barely noticeable while in the sea of bodies, so crowded you'd think you were actually indoors. Jordan focused on their breathing as they waded through, letting the hundreds of heartbeats fade in with the pounding music. Their eyes scanned around, trying not to linger on any necks, looking for one particular person, and honestly having no luck so far.

Jordan decided to move closer to the lake where there seemed to be less people. They turned to face the water and took a deep breath, trying to focus their hearing on the gentle lapping water of the lake, doing their best to shove down the incessant hunger clawing at them from the inside. They literally shook themselves off as they turned back around, determined to find the other vamp and get more blood bags on their hands and into their stomach. 

They scanned through the crowd from the outside, able to focus in more now that they were out of the chaos in the middle. They spot a few familiar faces, the usual Godolkin party goers. They see dusty near the pit snorting powders with a couple others, they see Cate and Andre drinking and laughing it up, and then their eyes land on the one Marie Moreau. There she was, as beautiful as ever, dancing in the crowd, hands reaching to the sky as her body moved to the rhythm of the music. They couldn't take their eyes off her, they barely even noticed Emma dancing next to her, seemingly preoccupied with some random curly haired freshman. Jordan couldn't help themselves as they began to walk towards Marie, almost forgetting why they came to this party in the first place. 

But, before Jordan could make it to her, they noticed someone else walk up to her. A douchey looking (in Jordan's opinion), 6-foot-something, blonde guy made his way up behind Marie and just blatantly placed his hands on her waist. The proximity alone made Jordan's blood boil, but the touching was too far. Even as Marie began to turn around, her hands coming up, ready to push the guy away from her, Jordan was there in the blink of an eye, throwing Marie off for a second. She watched as Jordan (who came out of nowhere to her), pushed the guy so hard he fell to the ground with a thump. 

“What the FUCK do you think you're doing!” Jordan barked at the guy, looking down at him. 

The guy got back up, brushing the dirt off of himself. “Hey man, what the fuck’s your problem?!” The dude shouted back. It was clear this guy was a bit drunk, Jordan smelling the alcohol off his breath as the guy got up in their face. “I was just asking the lady if she wanted to-”

Jordan, letting their heightened emotions get the better of them, just swung at the guy, hitting him square in the face. A loud crack could be heard, along with a cry coming from the guy they just hit. They watched him stumble back, clutching his face. Jordan didn't need him to move his hands to know that they had broken the guys nose, smelling the blood oozing out and running down his face. 

“Jordan, what the fuck?!” Marie's voice pulled them back.  They looked back at her, clocking her worried, yet pissed off face. But Jordan already felt themselves hurdling off the edge with all the heightened feeling and the presence of blood, they just yelled back at her. 

“What do you mean, “what the fuck?!” That asshole was fucking all over you!” They shouted, not paying attention to said asshole being ushered away from the situation by some other party goers. Jordan could tell by the fading scent of fresh blood moving further away, which just reminded them of their hunger even more. 

“Yeah, and I was gonna take care of it til you came running in, arms swinging like an idiot!” Marie shouted back. Jordan's head was too busy ringing from all the overwhelming sensations, they didn't even notice their chest was still heaving. Marie took the time to notice they were still in the middle of a large crowd, sighing and grabbing Jordan's arm to drag them away. 

They stopped a good ten feet away from the crowd, just at the forest treeline. Jordan switched to their female form and pulled themselves out of Marie's hold. “Hey, how about you calm down for a second.” Marie said, clearly still peeved from the whole situation.

“I'm trying to be calm! Okay, Moreau? I'm fucking trying, it's just-” Jordan clutches their head, trying to get their thoughts together, but all they could focus on was Marie's pounding pulse. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn't even fucking be here-” 

“-Then why are you here, Jordan? I thought you weren't coming?” Marie asked, crossing her arms. 

“I wasn't gonna come, but then I- I don't know. I thought I'd be fine- that I'd have it under control, but I obviously fucking don't!” Jordan shouted, more at themselves. 

“Are you hungry? Have you-” Marie tried to ask, but Jordan cut her off. 

“I'm fine, Marie! I'm fucking fine! You don't have to worry about that shit.” Jordan said, defensively. 

“Well you don't seem fucking fine, Jordan. What did we say about communicat-” 

“I am fine, Marie, okay? I'm just fucking tired from everything. I thought this would help, but obviously not.” Jordan tried, hoping Marie would buy the explanation. Before Marie could respond, Jordan decided to just completely backpedal from the situation, they needed to get some distance between them right now, especially with just how fucking hungry they were right now. “I'm just gonna go. We can talk tomorrow.” 

Marie was already shaking her head as she spoke, “No, Jordan, wait-” but before she could finish, Jordan had sped off, leaving her standing alone by the trees. 

Jordan had sped back into the woods, just far enough to be out of Marie's line of sight. They couldn't help but look back at her, confused and upset at Jordan's sudden disappearance. But they didn't have a choice, they needed to get the fuck out of their and just lock themselves in their dorm till they could go safely find Justine again. Jordan took a deep breath, turning around, and walking their way back to Godolkin. They had only taken a couple steps before a sound to their right caught their attention. They turned, only to catch the sight of someone leaning against a tree, seemingly groaning in pain. 

“Hello? Are you alright?” Jordan asked as they slowly approached, only to stop dead in their tracks once they realized who this was. There Jordan stood, face to face with the blonde asshole who tried to grab Marie earlier. They were surprised to see their nose was still actively bleeding, the words coming out of the guys mouth not even registering. Jordan could help but step closer to him, making him back up more into the tree. 

“Aw fuck man, look- I-I’m sorry, okay? I didn't mean to-” 

“Shut the fuck up.” Jordan said, looking into the guy's eyes. But to Jordan's slight surprise, he immediately stopped talking. In fact, the guy looked as shocked as they did. But Jordan didn't have time to linger on that, the blood on guys face still drawing them in. The sound of their elevated pulse, pounding in their neck made Jordan's mouth water. The tiny voice in the back of their head tried to speak up, yell at them, beg them to stop, but they were too far gone now. It had been too long, they waited to fucking long. Their stomach ached with hunger, their skin crawling and begging for satiation. And here it was, right in front of them. Without thinking, they switched back to male form, grabbing the blonde by the shit, pinning him in place. The guy looked truly terrified, unable to yell out for help. The terror only grew as he watched the veins protrude beneath Jordan's now darkened eyes. Jordan felt the familiar ache in their teeth as their fangs grew out. At this point, Jordan could care less how terrified the man looked. All that mattered was the delicious substance that ran in the veins, just beneath the skin. Jordan, now mere centimeters from the man's neck, took a deep inhale through the nose, relishing in the intoxicating aroma of blood, and without a second thought, sunk their teeth right in, ripping through the skin and unleashing that which they crave. 

An animalistic growl escaped Jordan as they continued to feed on this man, sucking every last drop of blood he had to offer. The taste of fresh warm blood was almost incomparable to that of cold, bagged blood. It was invigorating, only urging them to drink more. They didn't stop, couldn't stop for a good few minutes, feeling the man's body go limp in their arms. A feeling they remember from the first time they did this. It was then that Jordan's conscience clawed its way back to yell at them. The images of that poor lady flashing through their mind, the possibility of them almost doing that to Marie. They screamed at themselves to stop, let go, maybe it wasn't too late, but it was. Because they couldn't stop. They kept drinking till there wasn't a drop left to drink. Only then did they manage to unclench their jaw and pull away, dropping the body on the forest floor. 

Jordan fell to their knees, staring at the dead body before them. They felt so relieved and rejuvenated, but at the same time terrified. Drinking the blood straight from the vein was a feeling unlike any other that left them with a clear head, but looking down at the dead eyes and limp body in front of them, with a clear, bloody bite mark on their neck, it fucking terrified them. It terrified them that they were the animal that did this, and even more so that they wanted nothing more than to do it again. Before Jordan could think anything else, a voice echoed out from beside them. 

“Well, took you long enough.” Justine tisked looking down at Jordan with a feigned apologetic look. “Aw, what's wrong? That conscience of yours making you feel bad?” 

The sound of Justine's voice alone ticked Jordan off, but her words were confusing them. “What the fuck-” but before Jordan could finish their sentence, they felt a sharp prick on their neck, a hand instinctively shooting up to feel where they've been pricked. They tried to turn around to see what the fuck that was, but it was too late. Their vision quickly became blurry, the darkness taking over, as they felt themselves fall, everything fading to black…

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Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed. And honest big thanks to those that have interacted with every update, I appreciate it so much and it lets me know that people actually read these, lol. So yeah, until people don't, I plan to keep writing this. Actually have an idea for where I want this story to go, but if you have any suggestions or things you want to see, please let me know! I'm happy to do so. It might be a minute before the next chapter tbh. Life's getting hectic again and I'm in between jobs rn, so I won't have much time to write. But feel free to check out my other fic in the meantime (Never Be The Same), which drops every Saturday. Anyways, hope you have a nice day!

Much Love, 😎👍❤️

-PB

#gen v #genv #gen v fic #gen v fanfiction #jordan li #jordan li is a vampire #jordan li vampire au #if we were vampires #jordan li x marie moreau #limoreau #limoreau fic #marie moreau #gen v prime #multi part fic #written at 4am #not beta read #we write to fight the depression #fuck it we ball #pb writes

[ghostlynachopanda]

Nevermore's Guardian

a/n: So, I've never done this before but I did want to give it a shot just to see what it's like. feel free to tell me anything about this, I'm painfully aware it needs work

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader

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How can you be a reject in a school full of outcasts? You don’t think there's anything that would set you apart from everybody else at school. You would consider yourself to be relatively normal, or as normal as one can get with being an outcast. You have powers, sure they're dangerous but can be helpful too. Typically only using them to help out around the school or Jericho. You've gained the title "Nevermore's Guardian", you would think the name would come with benefits. It's quite the opposite, there is no room for fuck ups and no one wishes to speak to you anymore. What a fucking joke.

There might be a rule that comes with the title, one that states no one can speak to you. Maybe the other students just don't care. The only person who does speak to you is Principal Weems, but she's the principal and all she does is give orders/advice. It’s better this way, having no friends. It makes it easier to do your job.

There's a transfer mid-semester, that's shocking. Weems told you to keep an eye on her and advised you to stay away. With a quick nod, you were out the door, no need for more words.  Fine, whatever Weems wants. After all, following orders is what you do best. Except it's harder than you thought it would be. Seeing her in the quad with her roommate was even more shocking. She sticks out like a sore thumb, and the black outfit really draws attention to her. You heard the rumors about her, Wednesday Addams. Maybe that's what makes everyone's eyes fall on her. It's refreshing, to see someone that's genuinely different from the others.

Wednesday noticed you almost instantly, and she starts seeking out your information. Wednesday starts by trying herself, then by asking people about you, the first person is her roommate, Enid. Upsettingly, all Enid knew was you were called "Nevermore's Guardian", how can she know so little when she writes a blog that gossips about everybody? Wednesday went to ask her other classmates, but they knew less than Enid. Wednesday even went to Weems, but she was also little help, only providing your first name. Simply put, you're an enigma. Wednesday can't seem to shake her growing curiosity, why doesn't anyone know anything about you? She sends Thing to follow you around after class, but it’s easy to lose him and disappear completely. It's weird at first, considering it's just a hand. But seeing Thing crawl into Wednesday's dorm tells you everything you need to know. You want to ask her what her issue is. It's better not knowing though, Weems seems to have her on a tight leash, so why even bother with her, with Wednesday-

A quiet sigh escapes your lips, walking through the woods always makes your thoughts run more than they should. Shaking your head slightly, trying to rid of these unuseful thoughts, turning your attention to the woods. The peacefulness of the woods goes unappreciated by most, it's beautiful when the moon is at its peak. Quiet enough to make you want to sleep, you can only guess your drowsiness and thoughts are what allowed her to sneak up on you.

"You're hard to track down, I'm impressed."

Your eyes widen and there's a small falter in your step. As minuscule as it may be, it's enough for her to notice, enough for her to know you heard her. 'shit, I didn't even hear her footsteps', you thought, angry with yourself.  Weems' voice rings in your head, 'you'll want to stay away'. Deciding it would be better to follow her advice, you keep walking, planning to finish the rounds and get back to your room. You hear footsteps behind you this time, they're quick, probably trying to catch up to you. "If you don't turn around I'll stab you.", she sounds mad, or is this what she always sounds like? This is the first time you've ever heard her voice, it's as beautiful as she is. When you don't acknowledge her there's a small huff and more footsteps, but this time they sound more like stomping. The crunching of the leaves and the snaps of the branches are too loud for this atmosphere.

Maybe this one time wouldn’t hurt, just this one and then go back to being alone. Hopefully, it'll sate her curiosity. Coming to a complete stop, she steps closer until she's within arms reach. Turning your head enough for her to get a side view, you pause for a second. You knew she was pretty, but seeing her up close is different from what you were expecting, even if she just threatened to hurt you. You look at her long enough to see her eyes travel your body, most likely judging the clothes you decided to wear. When her eyes find your face, you send her a gentle, closed-eyed smile and in an even gentler voice say,

"Sorry, Wednesday."

And you're gone, just like that, leaving her alone in the woods. Oh, how Wednesday plans to find out everything about you.

#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader

[cleverthylacine]

I'm not well versed in Transformers, but who is your favorite Autobot? What's one thing that if Hasbro called you up right now and said they would do whatever you suggested, you tell them?

My favourite Autobot is easy because I don't like most of them very much. I love Decepticons.

It's either Jazz or Ratchet or Rodimus, depending on the phase of the moon and whether my brain is in RavWaves mode or Deadlock mode.

Jazz and Ratchet and Rodimus are all people who probably would have been Decepticons if it weren't for a stroke of fate.

I also love Rosanna, but she's a civilian and she's been in like 3 things, one of which almost everyone hates.

The problems with Autobots:

they tend to use the same colour schemes which makes them hard to tell apart

many of them are boring af

the Decepticon movement was a legitimate revolution against an extremely bigoted and oppressive government, and the Autobots were the liberals who patted them on the hand and said "we can do this the nice way" even though most of them were from social classes that were literally disposable.

some of them are fucking fascists

some of them are just such goodie two shoes rule bound characters you have to laugh (Star Saber in anything other than IDW was probably the robot version of Sheldon Cooper once)

It's really only in TFA that I don't think Optimus Prime is a giant hypocrite. I don't hate him. I think he's an awesome character. I enjoy him a lot! I also write a lot of fic where he gets his aft handed to him, at least verbally.

But I don't really sympathise with him. Because even when he's unfailingly sweet, like in TFP, he's still...a part of the problem, not the solution.

In some series the Decepticons did become horrible and genocidal, which is wrong, of course, but that led in IDW at least to both sides playing atrocity chicken.

In other series the Decepticons are anti-human mostly because we're in their way and we like the Autobots. In the Bumblebee movie they never even wanted to come here, but they had to--it is Prime's fault that their war came to Earth.

If Hasbro was willing to do whatever I said I would ask them to create a series of all the femme characters most people don't know about. And not make them teeny tiny Core Class dolls. (I own a few of them because they're cute, but.)

I would get them to include Ravage now that ES has confirmed her for a femme. (She is ACAB, assigned cat at birth.)

This would also include:

Esmeral, who should really be a leaderclass because her husband is the size of a small planet (from the Victory manga)

General Strika, who is the least feminine female character in all of transformers and a butch goddess of war (from TFA and Beast Machines)

Botanica because she's cool AF

Rosanna and her evil twin Flipsides (Rosanna's in KP but both of them are in... TFA, I thought? For a heartbeat.)

Howlback (done like her twin sister Ravi, with biped-to-quad transformation that does not involve extra limbs hanging off, because both MMC and Xtransbots have done it just fine) from the Cobalt Sentries who never got a show

Lyzack (from Victory -- the twin sister of Leozack who defends the home front and is a teal and pink seeker)

Nautica (from the IDW comics, who is the most adorable of nerds even if she is Ravage's unwanted aemula/kismesis/hatecrush until they make friends)

the Megatronia combiner which includes Megaempress, Trickdiamond, Lunaclub, Flowspade and Moonheart)

Minerva (yes there's a legacy but it's tiny and they made it a walgreens exclusive)

Clobber (from Cyberverse)

Nightbird (G1 not ROTB)

Termagax (Megatron's mom from the IDW 2019 series)

I have nothing against Elita-1, Arcee, Windblade, Chromia, Moonracer and Slipstream but some people can name hundreds of male characters and only those six and not even all of them.

If I was also G-d of the Transformers franchise as a whole, I would revive Kiss Players, cut out all the bad sex jokes and dropped panties of teenagers, rename a few things -- we do not need a base called "the spiral vagina" -- and take the plot we were actually given in between sex jokes, which was very cool, and write it all out as a comic/story/cartoon. They did the plot in the last few episodes of the radio show after kind of leading up to it very slowly between dirty jokes.

Everyone says Kiss Players is the worst thing Transformers ever made. I'm sorry, that's RID 2015, which is a Transformers show for the "Blue Lives Matter" crowd where the entire plot of the show is to find all these low-class Decepticons who are from denigrated castes that escaped from a prison ship and throw them all back in jail. Like seriously fuck you very much.

I will take perverted panty jokes over asskissing the cops any day. Besides some of the stuff that looks so bad and gross looks so bad and gross because it is--you're not supposed to be down with it, you're supposed to guess that a certain person is being groomed looooong before she figures it out. and the main human characters are actually Secretly Lesbians

I'm sorry this is way more info than you asked for but this is my main hyperfixation other than thylacines, fossas, small wild cats that can't eat you, and other cute weird predators.

#transformers #I ran off my mouth about transformers #this was probably not unexpected #nerd alert

[mememanufactorum]

Things I've said to my friends out of context (August 2023 edition)

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It feels tiny in my hands.

He's not naked, he's just not wearing a shirt.

Wherever I am, I must also shitpost.

So I look over at my TV and all I see is fucking SKELETOR.

You're gonna love his waifus. You don't have a choice.

You want to pay near full new game release price for a board game?

Boomshoot serotonin brain is buzzing pretty good right now.

Nevermind, summer sucks.

Oh shit a quad-barreled shotgun that just deletes whatever I point-blank fire it at.

Oh god the timelines are merging.

They fight one RELATIVELY little eldritch horror and go insane.

Wake your ass up too, you sleep too much.

What if you wanted to go to heaven, but Nine-Ball said: "Target verified. Commencing hostilities."

You like burning to death right?

Your AP does not exist as a measure of health. Your AP is actually a time limit mechanic.

You seen those Waffle House fights videos? Those people are always ready to fuck someone up.

That spaghetti be cooking.

Time to initiate plan: Get The Fuck Out.

Tiny controllers for people with baby hands.

Dear God fucking shoot it.

Nope. Bail. Do not invest. It's already tainted.

Only legends can trick the staff into giving a speech.

Regular reminder that honey badger don't care, honey badger don't give a fuck. Three leopards? Bitch numbers. Honey badger ain't never scared.

It's almost like you work in a dentist's office or something, you tooth fairy.

So, uh, I woke up and I have a lizard for a pet now, I guess.

That is not how you wear a sweater. You are not supposed to cut off most of the sweater.

I'm squeezed in the middle. SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE. SQUEEZED IN THE MIDDLE.

Why you gotta be a jerk about it?

All you fucking do is eat cookie and be mean. This is why you're a gremlin.

If you give a [name] a cookie, she's going to ask for a glass of boba. When she's finished, she'll ask for a bed. Then, once she's slept for two lifetimes, she'll want to get up and play gay otome games.

You know what this core makes me think of? Jack Nicholson.

OH GOD I PICKED UP A GIANT FUCKING SPIDER.

I AM EXISTENTIALLY SCREAMING ON A LEVEL YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND.

IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF I HAD A PILE BUNKER.

Yeah. Let's set aside the several missions I've done up to this point where I have specifically fucked you over.

Yeah but Merlin was a total shitgoblin though.

We have to test [name]'s blood.

You're meeting for a drug deal. You're meeting for a fucking drug deal.

Should ask them if they like bread.

#roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt #inbox prompts #inbox memes #ask prompts #sentence starters

[theunimaginativebard-blog]

Break The Ice Names, or Why Monch’s name makes sense.

Hey, it’s the guy who got really salty about people joking about Waai Fu’s name, back again to offer some context of weird translation in Arknights. Ok, so I know I said I’d talk about Fang’s name next and why that was weird, and I do have a draft for it, but I’ve seen a few posts/comments/whatever commenting on Monch’s weird name.

Monch’s name in Chinese is 莫希, pronounced Mòxī, and meaning “Nothing” or “Don’t” and “To Hope”. While the name is...depressing and kind of fitting, in this case I lean more towards this being a case of coincidence as 莫希托, read as mòxītuō, is the Chinese term for Mojitos. It’s also another name for The Mönch, which means “Monk” in German. According to the Chinese wiki page, there are two names for the mountain, 僧侣峰, pronounced sēnglǚfēng and meaning “Buddhist Monk Summit”, and 莫希峰, pronounced Mòxīfēng. In this case Monch’s weird name is a reflection of Matterhorn’s name, in that they are both named after notable European mountains.

Ok, so this name is very multilayered. First, Degen is the German term used to refer to, at first, daggers before being superseded by another word, Dolch, and instead used to refer to one handed swords in general and thrust-oriented swords like rapier and smallswords or swords worn besides a uniform in general. Brecher, as I’m sure many of you can figure out, means Breaker, so in total Degenbrecher means “Swordbreaker”. Before the character was released, if you searched the term “Degenbrecher” you would likely have found an image for something like this,

Not entirely relevant but I thought y’all would like to see weird 17th century dueling weapons. Now, where this ties back into Arknights is Degenbrecher’s Chinese name, 锏, pronounced jiǎn, not to be confused with the 剑, jiàn.

Now I assume many of you are not familiar with medieval Chinese weaponry, so I will explain. Sometimes called the Chinese Swordbreaker, the Jian is a, usually, one handed, quad-edged mace, club, or truncheon made of iron, steel, or bronze.

This is a Song Dynasty example, while this later Qing Dynasty example from the Mandarin Mansion also sports a hollow ground edge

These are known as sword breakers because their shape meant one could use Jian, the sword kind, techniques with them and really fuck up the blades, much like what would happen if you took a crowbar to a swords. Time for another tangent, there’s even a related weapon called 鞭, pronounced Biān, and meaning “whip”. Yes, in Chinese this character refers both to soft and hard whips, and we’re going to be talking about the latter here.

Also from the Mandarin Mansion, the Bian, as compared to typical Jian, looks a lot like bamboo with node like protrusions down the length. Despite what wikipedia tells you, normal examples are not 7-8 kilo each, with the above one being only 2.2 kilos, because that would be fucking insane. Another fun fact, Degenbrecher’s internal code name is BJ, do with that as you will.

Fun fact, Gnosis is also kind of weird, but not in the way you think. Gnosis, Greek for “Knowledge” and the root of Gnosticism which is kind of a blanket term for a bunch for a bunch of Jewish and early Christian sects that were really big on mysticism and believed salvation would be achieved by participating with divinity and the resultant knowledge of divinity, which is very interesting but not really the point of this though using that association as lens to view his relation with Kjerag is also interesting but alas,

Now, where things get interesting is if you google how to pronounce Gnosticism in Chinese you get 諾斯底主義, nuòsīdǐzhǔyì, but if you google Gnosis there are two results, 靈知, língzhī, or 真知, zhēnzhī. For those curious, the former, Lingzhi, is Gnosis’ Chinese name, meaning “God” or “Spirit” and “Know” or “Wisdom”. Note this is also a different Ling from the upcoming Nian Sister who is named 令, or lìng,

Kjera, Kjeragander, Kjarr, 耶拉, 耶拉冈德, 雅儿, Yélā, Yélāgāngdé, Yǎer

Fun fact, did you know if Chinese people have a hard time pronouncing a sound, like putting a K before a J, they’ll just drop sounds? Well know you know. Not much to say here, her Chinese name is just a transliteration of a western word and so the meaning of the individual characters aren’t as important, but now you know how to write Gund, Gundr, Gander, and Gandr. Except, turns out there are like 3 different ways to write Jormungandr in Chinese, those being 耶夢加得(Yé mèng jiā dé), 约尔蒙干德 (yuē ěr méng gàn dé), and 尤蒙剛德(yóu méng gāng dé) which again, goes to show that Chinese transliteration can be really arbitrary and subjective

#Arknights #names #transliteration #translation

[carmillas-girlfriend]

🍊??

Thank you for playing my silly little ask game!!!

I really hope my Olu Thoughts measure up because you're Oluwande Expert. 🥺

OKAY SO haha. I talked a little bit about how I got into OFMD on my Jim post (spoiler alert: it was for Jim). But I REMEMBER sitting at my best friend's house talking about TV shows and we were talking about that gay pirate show we had both just watched at some point in the past. And she was going "oh yeah, did you hear they made a second season?" And I said "whhaaaat??". My first watch through of OFMD did not make me sick in the head. I was very normal and casual about it after just watching s1. So I started to attempt to recall what OFMD was even about. I could not remember Stedes name. I could not remember Ed's name. I could not remember Izzys name or the majority of the plot. But I was like "oh yeah! And that couple! Jim and Oluwande!" NEVER SAY IM NOT A TEALORANGES GIRLIE. (I also remembered Frenchies name. Probably because I find Joel Fry dishy.)

ABOUT OLUWANDE ACTUALLY: I personally don't know why we decided after Ed and Stede ran off to do their Inn Thing that Frenchie would be Captain? (This is nothing against our favorite peanut allergy having hottie.) It's just that during the Izzy Mutiny, the crew got together and decided that Oluwande would be the perfect leader??? I would mostly understand Zheng actually captaining the Revenge, but if she didn't want to for whatever reason, it just feels like it SHOULD go to Oluwande. ANYWAY.

Again and again Oluwande shows that he's not just a capable leader and good crew mate, but he's also a helpful guy who's kind and soft and funny. He cares deeply for Jim and wants them to be fed and comfortable often in s1. (I also talk more about TealOranges in my Jim post but just know I love them and we were robbed of Jim and Olu kissing while Jim was still in the beard and nose. That would have been so delicious.)

Someone posted on here somewhere at some point that they aren't as invested in Olu/Zheng because there was more telling than showing and I'm so sorry guys but I totally agree. I have nothing against Olu/Zheng (and I'm a closed quad Garlic Soup Truther) but nothing hits like TealOranges!!!!

I love that Olu is such a good friend to Stede over and over again! Especially when Ed fucked off the boat to go sit on an island with Calico Jack overnight and Olu wasn't allowed to go back into Frenchie and Wee John's room (because the sitting nook is for SITTING, Olu, COME ON) and so he goes to sleep on Stedes couch while Stede spies on Jack and Ed all night. Stede talked ALL NIGHT and Olu could have gotten up and found somewhere else to sleep but he still laid on the couch and gave Stede some fucking moral support during the break up.

Hey does anyone else kind of low key ship Frenchie and Olu hahahahaha....unless

#oluwande boodhari #ofmd ask game

[sushigal007]

Whoops, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I blame the covid. Totally wiped me out. It’s also been a busy few weeks at work, plus my kid got themselves a theme park pass, and half my free time is now spent driving to Thorpe Park. And, my sister has been to Greece about four times this year already ‘cause our mum’s been unwell, and that’s me on airport driving duty. Basically, too much real life, not enough simulated life. But! I’m ill again, which means I’ve finally managed to claw a few hours spare to post the Ramirez household. Say hi to Checo, everyone!

Right, time to drug your army of children.

Checo and Lisa: Actually, we would like to bang.

And I would like you to train your quads. Lisa: Isn’t that what the nanny’s for?

Huh, apparently so!

But we can also add in a little parentification now that Tessa’s ageing up.

Tessa: These hands were made for jazz.

Yep, Tessa’s LTW is to become Lord of the Dance. We’ll see how that goes.

Max also grew up! Nobody noticed.

So yeah, this is Tessa’s life now. Tessa: It’s not quite the dance party I was expecting.

Still, there are sweet moments along the way. Erica: Huggles? Alyson: Huggles!

Terence: Huggles? Jacob: DOG FOOD ATTACK RARRRRGH.

Terence: D:

Tessa: Lock my door.

Lisa: I AM NOT- Having a good time? Lisa: GET SOME NEW MATERIAL. Lisa: AND USE IT TO ENTERTAIN ME.

All right, here’s something funny. Lisa: The... nanny? Keep watching.

Nanny: I was so busy potty training the children, I forgot to potty train myself! Lisa: It’s mean, but OK, it’s a little funny. (That’s not all nanny piss btw, I’m just very bad at catching Max in the act.)

Speaking of piss.

Jacob: There there, good potty.

Checo: He can pee in a pot, he’s my favourite now.

Jacob: High chair. Checo: You’re so right!

Lisa, alas, is not enjoying toddlers quite as much. Lisa: I’m too pretty for this.

Erica: RELEASEEEEEE MEEEEEEE!

Terence: Laid a fresh one for you, mom.

Lisa: This is fine.

Tessa: OK, you put your left leg in, your left leg out. In, out, in, out, and shake it all about.

Terence: Sis, hey, sis, hey. Erica: Hush please, I am concentrating.

Terence: That’s right, hand it over. Erica: Oh. I see how it is.

Bath time for stinky boys.

A problem for future Sushi.

At last, the toddler stage is over! Tessa: Do you wanna go first or...? Checo: Oh yeah, sure, no problem.

Checo: But first, let me ogle my wife. Tessa: Soon I will be at university and all of this will be behind me...

First up, Erica! Erica: Yay!

Then Alyson! Checo: Hooray for me! Alyson: Hooray for cake.

Tessa ad Sharla: Happy birthday to the wall!

Next up is Jacob, assuming I haven’t got the names mixed up.

Kennedy: Toot toot.

Jacob: Limbo!

Lisa: Whew, right in the nick of time. Lisa: So long as we ignore the bit where time kept going looping for three hours so I could finish this.

But yes, finally it’s Terence’s turn to grow up.

Benjamin: I’m gonna punch him. Please don’t. Benjamin: Gonna punch him so hard.

Celebrate good times, come on!

Erica: Wait a minute...

Erica: I hate that stupid bear outfit. Alyson: I think he’s hibernating!

Jacob: Does he have to do it at the bottom of the stairs though?

Erica lives at the piano now. Her OTH is Sports.

Tessa: Something about emergencies, I guess.

Lisa: Finally, I can start working on the damn car.

Good Lord.

Let’s have a little playtime interlude.

Mailman: Bills. Erica: Do you accept lemonade? Mailman: Not in exchange for bills. Erica: How about in exchange for money? Mailman: Technically, that is also bills.

Fuck that librarian.

Lisa: Whatever. I’m taking a nap.

Um.

Checo: Hot wife! Freezing cold wife, actually. Wanna do something about that? Checo: Nope!

Why? He hasn’t done anything. Alyson: Yet.

Tessa: Ahhh, dance time!

Chess party.

Gaming party.

Just lots of cute family bonding moments.

Checo: I’m too sexy for my shirt.

Bath time for stinky boys. Which I know I said last time too, but I just really like this pet bath.

Werewolf: Is she OK? No.

Lisa: Zzzz... piss... Checo: On it.

Yeah she might actually die.

Gilbert: Yeah good luck with that.

Lisa: Ugh, what happened? You lost your job and passed out in the absolute worst place possible.

Lisa: I’m freezing! Don’t worry, you’re about to warm yourself up.

Lisa: Eek nooo!

Wanda: HAHAHAHAHA! Lisa: This is because I laughed at the nanny, isn’t it? Yeah, that probably didn’t help.

Anyway, over to Tessa. Tessa: Look, somebody else is pissing themselves! Buck:

Tessa: BAM! In the face!

Decided to check out the furniture store and once again, it is borked. Cashier: It’s Kevin’s fault. Other cashier: Yeah, definitely Kevin.

But you know what? I don’t know how to stop it from happening again, nobody’s got a business LTW anyway, so bye bye business!

Checo: And now to spend the profits.

Lisa: Mmm, that piss puddle really sets the mood. ...There is way too much piss in this update.

If you two make more quads, I will genuinely kill you.

Newspaper kid: Shake? Tessa: Salute.

Tessa: Love love peace peace?

Cute little family dance party. Terence: Except me. Except you.

Jacob: I wanna join in! Go right ahead, sweetie.

Alyson: Are you OK? Terence: Clearly not.

Erica: You might be watching me, but who do you think is watching you? Please don’t, I’m too ill for dep thinking.

Cute!

Please don’t die. Lisa: Frostbite couldn’t do it, and electrocution ain’t gonna do it either.

Weekend! I sent Tessa out to do some singing...

...And then decided to start working on those dance contests for her LTW.

Alas, her first attempt was a failure.

Still, at least she doesn’t take it as badly as this poor townie. Townie: I JUST WANNA DANCE LIKE NO-ONE’S WATCHING! Everyone’s watching. Everyone.

Erica: I’m dying. Alyson: You’re wearing a vest and shorts outside in winter, of course you’re dying.

Alyson: But now, a message about recycling.

Ah how sweet, doomed townie love.

Tessa: Hey, don’t mind me, just gonna practise my moves.

Wait a minute, that looks familiar...

I mean, without the shotgun, but yeah!

And the week ends with Alyson doing a little stargazing. Next up is a single sim household, so hopefully it won’t take me three months to write up. Hopefully!

Uberhood Index

#sims 2 #premades #Uberhood #ramirez

[classpectpokerap]

Just wanted to drop in and say I love the way you write Roxy and Viri.

Take care

viri is my name irl and viri is me irl :3 (so is emma obviously, but viri is what people call me)

viri is also roxy lalonde in a trenchcoat irl ...

i haven't made much progress on chapter 6 (which will be a viroxy chapter) yet, but i have a rough outline... in the meantime, i wrote some very silly crossover shitposts between a few of my fics!

here's A Bed of Roses x Bro-Coded:

Rose stared at the two girls in front of her. Both of them stared back, blinking eerily in-sync. The girl on the left - that was familiar ground. That was her mother, displaced in time (well, really, she was the one displaced), wearing a gaudy pink cat t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned coat. She stared at Rose with something like wry, knowing amusement, even though Rose was sure her mother knew about as much as she did. The other girl was the unknown factor. Sure, she'd known that the Quad-Wizard Tournament would require participants from four schools, and one of them was from America. And sure, she knew that the odds of strangers looking like familiar people wasn't nothing, all things considered. She'd seen the front page of Imgur once or twice -- "this stranger could be my secret twin" posts weren't unheard of. But the other girl blinked at Rose with delicate bright pink eyes, and some part of her wanted to stab the impostor dead on the spot. "You look like you wanna stab me," said the other girl lightly, thick Texan accent reminding Rose of the Striders. "An' I'm not sure what I did to deserve that." Was there another paradox clone John had just lost track of? Did it make any sense at all for there to somehow be two Roxies? ...Come to think of it, it didn't make sense for there to be two Roses, either, assuming she was going to be born later this year, but -- "I love your robes, bee tee dubs," said Roxy to the other girl. "I'm, like. So fucking jealous. I fucking LOVE wizards." The other girl smiled. "Same," she said. "Was pretty goddamn happy about the letter, lawl." God, they even talked similar, accent or no. Rose cleared her throat. This madness had to end. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked the second Roxy. "R--" said the other girl, before stopping herself, sending Rose's eyebrows sky-high. After a moment, she opened her mouth again. "My name's Viri." "I'm Roxy," said Rose's mom, and oh goddammit, was she making FRIENDS with the impostor?!

and here's ABOR x Bro-Coded x Worm!

"I'm Seer, from the Brockton Bay Wards," said Rose, blandly. "Rogue, from New York," said a very familiar voice. Rose's breath caught. Without even thinking, she had grabbed the other girl, running over to a corner. "Mom?" she asked, shakily, pulling down her mask. "It's me, Rose." She was sure. She had to be right. The other girl's expression was unreadable, but Rose's breath caught in her throat when she saw the pink eyes. It had to be her. "My name is Viri," said Rogue, and Rose felt her whole world start to shatter apart. "But..." She bit her lip, and Rose just stared. "I used to try the name Roxy for myself, when I first started transitioning. Does that... mean anything to you?" "It does," said Rose, breathless. "It is you." A hand on her shoulder. She turned around. Dean. "Not that I want to interrupt whatever is happening here," her fellow Ward said, voice muffled by his helmet. "But we are in the middle of an event, Seer." He gestured at something, and Rose numbly followed the motion to find her mask still in her hands. "Oh," she said. With one last look at Roxy-- no. Viri-- no, they were on the clock, call her Rogue-- She took a deep breath, put her mask back on, and walked back over to join her team. We'll be talking more went unspoken, as she glanced back at Rogue. Rogue nodded, as if she'd gotten the message. God. This was like finding Dave all over again.

:3

i have one other secret snip... i'll post it if you leave another ask :33

#homestuck #homestuck fanfic #my fanfic #rose lalonde #etch asks #bro coded #roxy lalonde #abor #hogwarts au #worm crossover

[ajgrey9647]

The Quad Life

Honestly I don’t even know what this is. Its an AU of my already AU fan fiction. Inspired by a prompt for something else... so yeah here ya go:

Pulling his long, dark hair back into a ponytail, Tommy cleared his throat to get the others’ attention. His partner, Jason, reclined next to him on the couch, already focused on the solving the logistical problems that would surely arise on this new adventure. A thick notebook of lined paper was balanced on the White Ranger’s knee and a pencil dangled from his long fingers.

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced at the muscular, aloof man draped over the arms of an old recliner. His long hair brushed his shoulders on one side; the other was completely bald. Taking a long gulp of the large Mountain Dew at his elbow, he rolled his eyes.

“I’m listening. Can we get on with this?” he whined petulantly. “I don’t see why we need rules anyways.”

Another man lounging in the kitchen doorway, munching on a small bag of ruffled chips spoke up.

“That’s exactly why we need them. Things are different now,” the grey-haired man scolded.

Tommy nodded.

“That’s right. If we’re going to be serious about this, we have to have clear expectations. It can’t just be a messy free for all.”

“Well, I used to make rules all the time so I fail to see why Tommy gets to decide how this is going to be,” Drakkon continued.

The White Ranger shook his head in frustration.

“It’s not just me. We all decide what we will or will not agree to. When it comes to your body, Drakkon, then it’s strictly your rules. But sex isn’t the only area we have to come to an agreement on,” Tommy sighed.

Jason spoke up, sitting up from under his boyfriend’s arm.

“He’s right. We need to figure out the logistics first before we get into the spicy stuff. If we get busted, then none of that other stuff will matter,” he pointed out.

Drakkon took another big pull on his soda and groaned.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to be drinking that?” Red nodded at the beverage.

Hazel eyes narrowed and the tyrant scowled at his former pet.

“Someone’s enjoying their new freedom,” he snarked, flipping Red the finger.

Tommy rapped his pencil loudly on the end table, cutting into Drakkon’s insult.

“That’s the point. He is free now, but he’s choosing to be with us.”

Pointing the sharpened end of the writing utensil at the soda bottle, Tommy added.

“He’s right about the Mountain Dew by the way. You have a hard enough time calming the fuck down.”

Giving a dramatic sigh, Drakkon replaced the lid of his drink and waved his hand.

“Alright, lets move along with this conversation. I’ll just lay here and dehydrate.”

Jason stood and paced as he thought, a common tactic when he was strategizing. Tapping a finger to his chin, he mused to the assembled group.

“Well, we have a place of our own now. Thanks to the mysterious interested party who offered Tommy’s uncle a large amount of cash for this lake cabin,” he started.

Drakkon now waved his hand like a prom queen.

“You’re welcome!”

Jason ignored him and continued down the list of possible issues that could come up. Tommy scribbled notes as his boyfriend spoke. The Red Omega was in charge of coordinating the terms and conditions of their quad relationship outside of their new home.

“We’re far enough from Angel Grove that those two can go out in the community without anyone recognizing them for who they really are. If anyone from the team is out this way, we need to let each other know so Drakkon and Red can lay low. Otherwise, the agreement was that Red is my uncle and Drakkon is his partner, correct?” he asked, looking at the other three faces for verification.

“Fine by me,” Red answered, shrugging. He crossed the wooden floor to settle onto the opposite end of the couch.

Drakkon merely twirled his finger in the air.

“Whatever,” he grunted.

Jason now looked to the older men and raised a finger.

“That brings me to my next point. Drakkon and Red aren’t going to work as names here. We can’t have people talking about the two newcomers with strange names. That might get around. So you two need to pick regular names,” he instructed, before another thought occurred to him.

Looking to Tommy, he raised a brow.

“They’ll probably need ID’s, won’t they? Not that they are probably going to be doing any driving, but if someone asks or something, we need one.”

The White Ranger frowned as he jotted that point down on his list.

“I used to have a fake one. But I got it from someone else. I can try to do it though,” he offered.

At that, Drakkon gave a loud laugh, his head tilted back.

“What?” Tommy snapped, indignantly.

Drakkon whipped a faux tear off his cheek.

“Kiddo, you and I both know that wasn’t our forte. They always came out like ass for one reason or another. Just let me drop a discreet wad of cash in the right hands and have someone else do it,” he snickered. “Its not like buying this place drained all my resources.”

Jason looked pointedly at Drakkon.

“Can you do it without it coming back to bite us?”

Now the tyrant pulled a face.

“Look who you’re talking to, duckling. I have always been excellent at explaining the risks of crossing me,” he grinned, looking over at Red, who just nodded and stuffed another chip in his mouth.

“So that just leaves the issue of picking names. Do either of you have any ideas about what you want to go by now?” Jason asked, looking from one face to the other.

Red shrugged, licking the salt from his lips as he struggled to think of a suitable name.

“Maybe something with a ‘J’ since I used to be Jason. Know any good ones?” he answered.

“Isn’t Jay a name?” Drakkon tried, before dismissing it. “Never mind. I don’t think that suits you.”

Tommy ran through a list out loud while the other three men mentally tried them out on the bespectacled partner.

“John, Jonathan, James, Jayden, Jamie…” he muttered.

“That one!” the tyrant shrieked as Tommy got to the last one, making everyone jump.

Jason glared at him.

“Why do you get to pick his name?”

Drakkon looked at him like he was stupid.

“Because that’s the name I’ll be moaning. Plus aren’t Tommy and I the dominants here?” he snarked again. “I also picked his name the last time.”

Red tried it out a few times softly as he slowly nodded his head, fingers threading through his trimmed beard.

“It’s fine with me,” he shrugged. “I can live with that.”

“Alright, if you’re fine with it, then that’s what we’ll start calling you,” Jason sighed, then looked at Drakkon. “And you?”

Giving Jason and Tommy a sly look, he admitted.

“I already picked one. Didn’t have a choice when I had to sign the paperwork your uncle brought when met at that restaurant to finalize our deal. Luckily, he didn’t worry about ID when I showed him the case full of cash.”

He grinned, drawing out the anticipation of his name announcement.

The other three just stared at him, not giving the indulgent man what he wanted.

Drakkon huffed.

“My name is David. You know, like David Hasselhoff!”

Jason burst out laughing, Tommy stared at Drakkon in disbelief, and Red just shook his head and smiled.

“Fits you,” he smirked at his former master.

The tyrant spread his arms and looked at Tommy and Jason.

“Ok. What’s next?”

Fighting his laughter back, the Red Omega struggled to get back on task. He moved behind Tommy to read the notes over his shoulder. He nodded silently at what his boyfriend had written out so far.

“So, that would be clothes. Drakkon, I mean David, you need to take Jamie and go shopping for clothes. Regular stuff too, not all kinky leather costumes. You have to be able to go out in public.”

“Am I just a purse with legs to you all?” he accused, before giving a possum-esque grin. “Just kidding. I love playing the rich benefactor.”

Jason shook his head.

“You’re getting something out of our arrangement too, David. Don’t forget that.”

Drakkon raised a finger abruptly.

“If I’m paying for home décor too, then I get to make all the decorating decisions,” he demanded.

Jason glanced at Tommy and Red. When they both denied caring about picking out dinner plate patterns, the Omega rolled his eyes.

“Fine. But can you keep it normal? Nothing immoral or warped in case someone shows up. And if you pick a bunch of super expensive shit, that’s not going to work either. It doesn’t fit the backstory we’ve already decided on,” he instructed the former evil Ranger.

“Fine,” Drakkon huffed. “I’ve been there, done that anyways.”

Tommy also read over the list of logistical issues.

“Ok, we’ve talked about names, ID’s, clothes, when to lay low, the backstory… what else?” the White Ranger asked, looking at Drakkon and Red. “Anything you guys want to add?”

“Can we discuss sex now? All this other stuff is boring,” Drakkon pressed. He defiantly grabbed his Mountain Dew again and slung it back, daring someone to say something.

“Is that all you can think about?” Tommy grouched.

Drakkon laughed and winked.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” he answered.

Jason threw his hands up and sighed.

“Fine, if that’s something we can get out of the way, we can discuss domestic responsibilities later. Drakkon, oh God, I mean David, I assume you want to start?”

Now the newly christened David stood and paced before the assembled group.

“If I’m making rules about my body, then I’m letting you all know now, I’m a dominant top. I know Jason and Jamie don’t mind playing with each other, but I don’t think Tommy and I will match well in the sack. You know, we’ve had a past of despising each other,” he declared. “But I’m more than happy to bed the other two.”

“Fair enough,” the White Ranger added. “I have no desire to fuck around with you either, David. I also want Jason and Jamie.”

He scratched behind his ear with the pencil, thinking.

“I’d say I’m usually a dominant top but I’m open to taking orders on occasion.”

Jason reclined against the side of the couch, arms crossed.

“So overall, the big picture is David/Jamie and Tommy/Jason as our main relationship with Jamie and I being submissive pets and you two our dominant masters. But pets can be swapped. That sound right?”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“Then Jamie and I need to take extra measures to ensure our safety and that our boundaries are known clearly. Because we are not just interchangeable sex dolls,” he stressed, looking directly at the tyrant. “What is ok with Jamie might not be for me. Especially since he has more ‘experience’. But he might want to do some of that wild shit anymore since he has a choice now.”

Red tilted his head, thoughtfully.

“Right now, I’m fine with what I’ve been doing. I’m pretty used to all of it. I just want it respected if for some reason I do say ‘No’ to something,” he murmured. “Like if I get too sore from rough-housing with three muscular guys.”

Tommy paused his notation and stared at Drakkon intently.

“We will respect it, right?” It wasn’t really a question.

“Of course,” Drakkon sighed.

Jason smiled.

“Good. Jamie and I can compare notes later regarding specific acts and situations he’s done with David so I can decide if I’m comfortable performing it or not. Then we can discuss those with you.”

Jamie put forth a topic next; he had so far been pretty laid back about all the decisions, which concerned Tommy. It was important he feel he was an equal partner in this quad. In the overall relationship, they each had a say with their own boundaries and hard limits as well as what they wanted to experience.

“We should probably discuss the issues of ‘marking’ and ‘collaring’ especially since we will be seen in public,” the soft-spoken man advised.

Jason’s eyes widened and he nodded.

“Good idea. If Jamie and I always walk around looking like we got our asses beat, people will talk and someone might call the police. Especially since we sometimes get carried away. I think we need to be discreet if we have a black eye or busted lip and if we have a bruise or cut we can cover, we should do so. Just remember, we want to avoid trashy gossip,” he stated, watching as Tommy wrote this item down and turned the page.

His hand then went to his collar, a thin black leather necklace that was in reality a discreet collar. Tommy’s version was actually a key but no one could tell by sight alone. Looking to Jamie and David, he decided to ask what their thoughts were regarding a collar.

“Jamie, I’m going to guess David is in favor of a collar. Do you want to wear one? Obviously, it won’t be some golden, blinged out monstrosity like you had before. Something less obvious,” he asked his doppelganger.

“You know I’m pro-collar, darling,” David spoke up. “Rest assured I can pick you out something socially appropriate.”

Jamie crumpled his empty chip bag and pitched it into a nearby can.

“I’d prefer a collar. My neck has felt pretty bare ever since my other one broke,” he commented.

Now, Tommy spoke up as he stood for his turn to speak.

“Does it matter who marks who as far as biting and all that? Like David and I can mark either of you? David, I need to know if you have any objections to that too.”

David shrugged.

“I personally don’t care. We are basically the same person and so are they. Yes, we all have personal preferences but I won’t feel territorial if you bite my pet as long as I can do the same.”

Both Jason and Jamie nodded in agreement.

“I’m going to suggest we take it easy on that like I mentioned with the bruises and cuts so people don’t talk. Maybe do it in areas we can cover,” the Red Omega suggested.

The group easily agreed.

Then Tommy brought up an overlooked situation.

“What about Jamie and Red marking each other or playing without us present? We haven’t discussed that since you and I are the dominants and don’t have any interest in each other sexually.”

“Interesting point, Tommy,” David commented. “I’d be sad to miss such a delicious sight but again, it’s like they’re doing some futuristic masturbation.”

Jason and Jamie looked at each other thoughtfully. Each knew the other was on the same page.

Jamie fielded the question.

“I think Jason and I are more interested in playing with each other for our masters’ enjoyment, not just because we want to fuck each other. But I say we just leave it open. We haven’t all lived together like this before,” he answered. “He might want me to teach him some things.”

He gave Jason a wink then as David and Tommy growled in arousal.

The White Ranger shook his head to clear it so he could get to another important area.

“Something I think is vital is checking in with whoever we are playing with to make sure they are comfortable. Having appropriate safe words is another thing. Jason and I don’t use ‘green’ or ‘red’ as code words due to our Ranger colors. We might be role playing and it could get confusing.”

Jason put his arms around his partner’s shoulders.

“Also, Tommy always makes after care a priority. He doesn’t just use me like a sex toy then abandon me. We talk about what we did and if there was something that bothered us or made us feel upset for some reason.”

David pulled Jamie up from the couch and gave him a nuzzle, kissing his temple.

“You know all that is new to me, but I will make sure we keep communication open. Especially considering our prior dynamic. I don’t want you revert back to feeling like you can’t refuse me. But with our history, I think we both got pretty good at reading each other’s body language and facial expressions,” he whispered against Jamie’s lips.

“Same with me,” Tommy spoke up. “I might not be as good as reading you as David is, so I think it’s a good idea for us to move more cautiously.

Jason squeezed his boyfriend more tightly.

“The list Jamie and I come up with for our boundaries and wants will help. But we should never just assume anything. We can all stop this at any time for any reason. Understood?”

All four men agreed.

“I don’t think any of us could have seen this in our futures,” the White Ranger laughed.

“Definitely not,” David smiled, caressing Jamie’s jaw. “But I think I much prefer this life to the one I had before.”

“Same,” Jamie quipped, grinning back.

“Oh my God, you guys. You know if we ever get caught by the others, they will fucking kill all four of us, right?” Jason warned.

David gave his Cheshire Cat grin, all teeth showing.

“Don’t worry, duckling. I know a thing or two about being sneaky.”

#Lord Drakkon #Lord Drakkon x Coinless Jason Scott #Jason Scott -AU #Jason Scott #Tommy Oliver #Tommy Oliver -AU #Drakkon - AU #AU of an AU #I don't know what this is #not really smut #quad relationship #polyamory #alternate lifestyle #random plot bunny #Not related to my current fanfiction

[manyblinkinglights]

Ok I’m just not gonna “support” exporting animations from Blender in the godforsaken fbx. We are all going to pose these things in Unity and we are going to like it.

I may need to adjust the script. If I clone the Humanoid spine and PUT it on the, whatever, then everything will be fine(?). Like the issue is rn people can change a quad’s neck, now the SpineAgain is being the base of a quad neck and is thus different from the Spine. and SOMETHING in here has to hop from Humanoid Spine to SpineAgain, or, idk what is going precisely where because I’m in the bath, but that’s the issue. I think—ok I think maybe if you hit the quadneck buttons, I need to generate a new transform on the Humanoid core’s Spine, oriented like your SpineAgain (quadneck). And then have that new transform replace the Spine everywhere.

Yes! Structs will fix this. I can easily fix this!!! That will indeed be the fix for this.

Other than that ppl r just gonna hve to pose this shit in Unity yeah. :/ I would hve to make SUCH an elaborate mask to wrestle animations out of fbxes…

Maybe I should make the mask though. :/ Even so, there would be some prep work involved in making your Blender poseclone. Because the damned Unity side one lost the Blender naming scheme somewhere along the way. Maybe I should update the script to match the Blender naming scheme but then I’d have to fix the Hierarchy on all my ZILLIONS of FUCKING utility animations. Probably easier for the handful of ppl who’ll ever do it to just tweak their Blender poseclones a little instead.

#anytaur

[faerieswrites]

hiii, sorry if i’m unable to articulate this well, but i saw that u were taking asks and i was wondering if you’d ever consider rewriting the weyler meeting scene in occupy sighs but from tyler’s point of view? i’d love to hear what the silly dude was thinking if you’re willing to write it!

here you go! i might do a full spin off of the book from tyler's pov (or some scenes from it) - you never know!

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There was a new student transferring in today; he’d heard it from Enid’s excited squeals, and Bianca’s judgmental whispers. Apparently, she ate children, skinned people alive, killed seventeen people in ritual combat, and was the reincarnation of the devil himself. The student body had no backbone for a school full of outcasts, monsters, and freaks. At the very least, there might be someone even more feared and disliked than Tyler. Maybe they could sit at separate deserted tables next to each other, everyone in a ten-foot radius terrified the two of them would decide to go on a rampage.

Tyler sighed and ran his hand through his hair, wanting to go back to sleep. That’s all he really wanted to do, at this point. He would be content sleeping his whole life away. It frustrated his dad, that Tyler hadn’t moved on from his mother’s death already. It had been close to a year since she died, and since his dad shoved her memory in a little corner and never acknowledged it, his expectation was for Tyler to do the same. His dad had no idea what it had been like to walk in on his mom, lying there, unmoving.

Tyler heard the whispering turn into full-on muttering in the quad, and knew the new girl had shown up. If he remembered, her name was Wednesday. Strange name for a (likely) strange girl. He decided not to bother with trying to get to know her. She could be the new freak for a week or two before settling into her place, and then he would go back to being chief freakazoid. Tyler felt the heat of her gaze on him, probably stemming from Enid’s gossipy rundown of the student body, and turned to confront it. At the very least, he could please the Other with the new girl’s look of terror upon meeting his stare. He did not expect what happened next.

It was like staring into a moonlight lake. Her eyes were dark pools of black and her pale, ivory face was devoid of all expression. The girl’s lips were soft and purple-ish, like a corpse’s. Her pitch-black hair was parted into two pig-tail braids that trailed down her shoulders like an oil spill against the paper-white of her skin. She looked at him impassively, as if he were a bug on her window. The fog in Tyler’s mind cleared.

This girl, whoever or whatever she was, had a scary amount of control over him. Ours… the Other whispered in his mind, cocky and pleased. What the hell do you mean by ‘ours’? Tyler replied. This one is strong… she’ll make a good master. Tyler froze. Master? What the fuck?

[khoicesbyk]

Revenge.

A/N: This AU is a mashup of chapters from the new…ish book First Comes Love

Book: First Comes Love

A/N 2: This book was cute until the LI got on my nerves. He's fine as all get out but oblivious as shit. So what happens when you decide to play his game? Read and find out!

A/N 3: In this series, you are the MC. So you get to experience all the emotional damage that comes along. Have fun!

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Blake Marshall (LI) and Reader (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3,600 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

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Chapter 2.) The One For Me.

Alexa play SWV's “You're The One.”

Because that's how I feel about Y/N. I've known for years that she's been in love with me. It's literally written in her eyes. It's in that beautiful smile. And well…I’ve always felt the same way about her. How can I not? 

We've known each other since that day we met on the quad. She smiled at me and my knees could've damn near buckled. She was always active in everything she set her mind to. Starting the school’s only Majorette squad (I swear I wanted to die every time I watched her practice), running for and winning SGA President, getting the school to offer African American Studies, establishing our school’s Black Student Council, the list goes on and on. 

She's also always been there for me. Whenever I needed her she was there. Whether I needed a study partner, a sounding board, or someone to hold my hand as I pledged Kappa. I still have a picture of her sleeping in my jacket. 

Red and white looks good on her. Everything looks good on her. Especially me. I always loved it when she would fall asleep on my chest back in school. Even after we graduated it's always been us. She's always been there. She's my girl without actually being my girl, you know? 

So why is she trying me? Why is she with Stars…Moon…Sun, whatever his name is? Better yet why did I watch her fuck him? Why did I like watching her fuck him?

Fuck! How did I get here? 

She's always been mine. Always. Sure she's had her exes none worse than Derek but deep down, that's my girl. So why is she acting so weird? I don't understand. Why would she be about him when she's always been about me?

If she's mad about Becky being on the trip, I'm sorry. I know I should've told her about her. I tell her everything. Well, almost everything. I just didn't think it would be a problem. Until he showed up. Then it became a problem. I can't stand it. 

Watching him have his hands all over her. Touching her in ways I have only dreamed of. Kissing her, kissing on her. I've only kissed her once. It was only because some guy was harassing her at a bar we were at and she needed a way to get him off her ass. Her lips were soft, I didn't want to stop.

What the fuck does he have that I don’t have anyway?

He's 5’11, I'm 6’3.

He had some tone but I have muscle.

He had swag (very little), but I am a man.

I’m perfect for (Y/N) and the fact that she refuses to see it boils my fucking blood.

Sure, I’m dating Rebecca.  She’s nice and all…most of the time.

But (Y/N), she makes me happy.  I have wasted so much time being with the wrong person.

I don’t want Bad Girls Club, drama or a woman who doesn’t know herself.

I want Sunday dinners, trips to other places, and…everything with this special someone.

How do I get to that place? How?

Then there's the fact, Stars is not her fucking type. He's a gym bro who's a fire Marshal. So he rescues puppies and kittens from burning buildings. Big deal. And also, they have nothing in common. 

Whereas she and I have bared our souls to each other. I have cooked for her more times than I can count. The things she hates, I love. And the things I hate she loves. We're in sync. I've seen her at her worst. I was there to help her pick up the pieces of her broken heart. 

But ever since she got here it's been weird between us. And then he comes along and all of a sudden she acts like I don't exist in her life. Playing with her hair around him, biting her bottom lip, that small smile. That's all meant for me. Not him. 

Y/N is a catch. She's beautiful. Any man would be lucky to call her theirs. And by any man I mean me. I'm the only one for her. She knows this. And yet I have to watch her spend time with him. 

It's driving me fucking crazy! 

I know I can't stifle her, I mean I could but I want her to explore. Find out who she is on her own. Even though I already know who my girl is. 

Which is why I put up with her exes. Most of them were okay at best but they never really knew her. Not like I do. And let's also be clear, none of them were me. I'm the one she wants. Then there was Derek. Man, I wanted him dead. 

I knew Derek would be nothing but trouble from the moment they met but I didn't think it would be that bad. Not until he cheated on her and worse tried to put his hands on her. 

If Lino hadn't held me back, I'd probably be in jail for murder. He was no fucking good. Always trying to control her. Always telling her he didn't like her being around me or Lino. Said it made him uncomfortable. While he had lady friends galore. 

This fool even managed to piss Eve off. And trust me, it takes A LOT to piss her off. But my girl was in love. I couldn't say or do anything. Not yet. Not until he fucked up. And man did he fuck up. Spectacularly I might add.

She caught him in bed with a girl from his job and that was it. She went off on him, as she should have, and when he couldn't stand to see her stand up for herself, he raised his hand to her. I will never forget that phone call. Hearing the crack in her voice and that he tried to hit her, I was ready for war. 

I laid next to her as she cried herself to sleep. Then watched her pick herself up and put her heart back together. And she’s been on her guard ever since. Not that I blame her. 

Most men are gross and would not hesitate to hurt her. Not me though. I know exactly how to treat her. 

I'm getting too far into my head. She still loves me. I know it. I know her. He's convenient and temporary. I am forever to her. I have to be. We've been through too much. 

If it wasn't for that damn bonfire we wouldn't be having any issues. Which once again is his fault. He just had to invite her. He tried to get her to himself. Fuck that shit. Nobody gets Y/N alone but me. 

Thank God she had sense enough to include her wingman. We're a team, we do it all together. 

Seeing her show off in that yellow sundress literally tested my resolve. The way it hugged her curves…I could've done some VERY wicked things to her. She looked amazing and when she walked past me switching her hips making her ass bounce…if only God would have taken me. 

Becks…she tried. But what she didn't understand is that's not how Black Women dress or act or sound like for that matter. But at least she tried…ish.

The bonfire was nice actually. The drinks were great. The food was spectacular. The vibe was amazing. Or it would've been if Stars had kept his hands off of Y/N.

The way they danced together. The fact they were so close and so intimate. If I wasn't dancing with Becky I would've broken them up by now. Because this is going too far. As the night wound down Y/N and Stars disappeared. And I had to know where they were going. 

Thankfully Becks was drunk and when that happens, she's ready for bed. I was thankful for Lino and Eve. They would make sure she got back safe. I followed Stars and her to find out what they were up to. And what I saw…

I—

The way he fucked her…it got my dick hard.  

Y/N always starred in whatever she was in, and watching her with Great Value Captain America, with all his cheap ass stars, was the best porn I ever watched.

I thought about the way he held her down, the way he thrusted into her.  That should’ve been me. It should've been my name dripping from her lips. It should've been my lips on her. 

“Babyyyyyyy! Come to bed! I’m horny!”  Becks shouted.

God, she smelled like cheap ass Hennessey. How?  She doesn’t even drink Hennessy like that.

Becks was acting like a damn fool, tripping onto the bed. 

As I helped her get her lashes and jewelry off (God, this shit is tarnishing already), I got my own clothes off and settled into bed next to her.

She was exhausting, and I was fucking exhausted with with her.

Everything about her was tiring from her fake ass blaccent to that BBL that she made me go half in on (worst $900 I ever spent because who the fuck gets their ass done in Mexico?).

And what’s worse is that I still had a boner from thinking about Y/N.

The way she shook her ass on the dance floor with Mr. American Pie made my dick hard as a rock.

I turned the lights out and laid in bed, spreading my legs wide.

I imagined her fucking him, being under him…

I fished my underwear out of my box and started to touch myself.

I imagined my mouth instead of her fingertips.

I imagined her mouth instead of my palms.

I rubbed myself until I was fully ingratiated into my fantasy and when I came to, I nutted.

I sighed, and-

“ZZZZZZZ!”

I glared over at Becky as she let out the loudest snore I ever heard.

Shaking my head, I turned over and tried to rest.

My sleeping goal was unsuccessful that night.

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The next morning dawned bright and early, and I was already feeling a lot better. That nut I busted did me a bit of good. I was ready for breakfast. 

When Becky and I got to the breakfast buffet, Y/N was already there. Looking fine as hell. Those sleep shorts showed off her ass and her thighs, and that tank top highlighted the curves of her breasts. 

There was plenty of maple syrup around, I could've easily had her for breakfast. 

Everything was going good until I found out that Stars was in her room and she was getting breakfast for HIM.

First of all, she's not a servant, and second, why is this fool in her room?!

I couldn't believe it. He's violating my space. He's in HER room AND HER bed? Nah! Not even about to play that. 

I need a plan. This has gone on long enough. He's getting too damn comfortable and close to my girl. How do I break up this little fling? Because that's what it is. This is a fling. 

All day she's been up under him. And it's starting to make me crack. I couldn't even enjoy the day because of this. I came inside and ran straight into Becky. 

Oh God…

“Baby, I got a headache,” she groans.

I knew her tired ass shouldn’t have drank all that, Hennessy…

“I need you,” she says, holding her arms out to me.

“You should lay back and relax,” I respond, pulling her to me and kissing her head. 

She uses too much fucking hair grease, and she doesn’t even have any edges.

“I want to sleep,” she says before running her hands over the front of my jeans batting here eyelashes, “But I also wanna fuck.”

Y/N was still on my mind so I didn’t want to.  But I imagined her under Mr. 4th of July Meets Telenovela and I got hard all over again.

“Lay back,” I ordered her.

Becks laid back on the bed and I crawled on top of her before pulling off her undies.

At least she smelled normal down there.  But she didn’t smell as good as Y/N.

I spread her thighs and went to work, using my tongue to take what little pleasure I could from this situation.  Her moans weren’t sultry at all. In fact, they were loud, sleazy, and obnoxious.

But if Y/N and America the Ugly are in the next room, I can use this to my advantage.

I lick deeper and deeper into Rebecca’s pussy, pulling out the loudest moans that she can provide.

The whole ship must be awake now.

“Ugh!  Yes, Blake!  Fuck, Daddy!”

I hated it when she called me Daddy.

“Ugh…fuck, Sky.  Yes…”

I tried to imagine Y/N under me; her body, the sounds she makes…

It made it bearable.

When Becks was ready, I quickly got out of my pants and undies and went inside her.

Fuck, she didn’t even feel like Y/N.

I imagined Y/N’s moans - whatever I needed to get my nut.

God, Becks needed lotion. She felt like a fucking lizard.  No! Focus, Blake. 

Becks was going to town and I was over it. I just wanted to bust this nut and move on. 

She rides like she has no idea how to ride. This girl was literally on the back of a horse but can't ride a dick to save her life. Someone kill me, please. 

This is weird and uncomfortable. I can't do this. 

“Why don't we switch positions?” I suggest. I want her off of me. Now!

She rolls off me 

She pouts for a moment but thankfully gets her ass off of me. Thank you to whatever spiritual deity is looking out for me. 

“Arch your back,” I tell her.

“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you.”

Stop calling me Daddy! The only woman I want calling me Daddy is my girl.

As I got ready to mount her, all I could think about was Y/N. I could hear her begging me for it. I could feel her desperate need for me to fuck her. As I slowly slid into Becky, all I could think of was Y/N.

Her reactions and the way she felt around my dick. All of that made fucking Becky a whole lot easier. 

I close my eyes and instantly see my girl in my head. On all fours, face down with that sexy ass up in the air. 

God, she looks amazing. Moaning and whimpering for me. Begging me to fuck her harder.

“Ooh! Fuck! Yes, Blake!” Becky moans.

I tune her out and focus on my girl. 

My girl is giving me everything she has to give. Throwing it back like a pro and driving me crazy.

“That's it, baby. Throw it back! Give me that pussy.” 

Becky responded but I didn't have the heart to tell her I wasn't talking about her.

I needed this. I needed her. I needed to bust this damn nut. 

God, Becks takes forever to cum. I'm ready to end this. 

“Cum for me.”

“Just a little more Daddy! That's all I need.” 

Woman, I don't have all fucking day! Hurry up!

“Now girl!”

I help her along until I feel her walls contract and release against me. She was done but sadly I wasn't.

She collapsed on the bed and wrapped herself up in the covers. 

“Mmm! Thank you, Daddy! That was so much fun.” she purrs in my ear. I literally had to fight not to flinch. 

“Yeah. Look, I'm gonna hop in the shower.”

“You go ahead. I'm gonna lay here on cloud nine.

I couldn't run to the shower fast enough. I needed to get this nut off fast. I turned on the hot water, let it hit my body, closed my eyes, and rubbed it out. 

If this is my punishment for pissing off whichever God in the sky, I'm so sorry. I promise I will mend my wicked ways.

My mind grew angry at the idea of Y/N riding Star's mini-stripe.  Fucking arrogant, rich bastard.

I did my best to wash away Rebecca and put my true woman there. I imagined her in the shower with me, taking my dick into her hands as she sucked voraciously on my balls.

"Mmm," she moans, "Your balls are so big, Daddy."

"Baby, slow down," I respond, breath heavy, "You'll make Daddy nut on your pretty face."

"But daddy," she moans, looking up at me, holding my dick almost proudly, "Our kids are in here.  I gotta get you ready."

"Ready?"

"Yeah.  I want your babies.  You wanna get your babygirl pregnant?"

The look she gave me as she jacked my dick almost made me nut immediately.

"Ugh, fuck.  Yes, baby.  Go on ahead and make Daddy finish."

"Yes daddy…ugh…put it in my mouth," she whispered.

The heat of her breath made me see the Pearly Gates (or the Fiery Pits depending on your beliefs about adultery), and I stuck my dick into her mouth.

She was my little cum vacuum.  And I fucking loved it.

When I looked down at my hand I was thoroughly satisfied. My girl does it for me again.

—

She had been distant ever since she went swimming with Mr  All-American. I've tried everything to get her attention but so far nothing. She's been all about him. I caught her as she came walking down the hall. 

She had on this beautiful strapless burnt orange dress with a high slit up the right side. She put her hair up in a half-do. And those sexy white heels she had on. My dick grew three times its size in my jeans. 

“Where are you headed off to?” I ask her.

“Sky is taking me to a Salsa Club in town,” she tells me.

“Why are you going to a club for some dip?” 

She shook her head and smiled at me.

“Not the dip you idiot. The dance.”

It was good to see that smile. 

When Stars showed up I could've chucked his ass off a mountain. Smiling at my girl. Whispering in her ear. Wrapping his arms around her waist. 

Ugh! I hate it here!

I watched them walk out the door and just knew I had to go after them. Why? Because I don't fucking like or trust him. 

I convinced Becks to go with me to the club. Mainly because it would give me plausible deniability if my girl asked me why we were there. Also, I'm trying to see Y/N shake her ass. 

We got to the club maybe an hour after they did. It wasn't a bad looking place. It reminded me of a place in Miami that Y/N and I went to the SOBE Wine And Food Festival one year. When we walked inside there they were. Tearing up the dance floor. 

She was so in tune with the music and the atmosphere. I kinda appreciated the way he would spin her around. The way her hips moved as they danced had me in a trance. 

After a few drinks, I let Becks drag me out on the dancefloor to challenge them. We lost. In spectacular fashion. But we worked up a sweat. This was a great exercise. 

They finally got off the dancefloor and sat at a table across the room. And I wouldn't have cared all that much until he looked at me over her shoulder, nodded, winked, and smirked at me. 

It took everything in me not to walk over and punch him in his smug face. When he got up to go back to the dance floor and Becks went to the bathroom, I went to talk to her.

“Well if it isn't the dancing queen.”

She rolled her eyes at me and smirked.

“Why are you here Blake?”

“I can't take my girlfriend on a date?”

She gave me a sideways look.

“Uh huh. I know what you’re doing Marshall.”

“What am I doing?”

“Spying on me.”

I place a hand over my chest. 

“Me?! Sweet innocent me?! Spy on you?”

She rolled her eyes and smirked at me over her drink. The look in her eyes made my dick wiggle.

“Nice moves by the way. You have the dancing skills of a sumo wrestler.”

Ouch. That stings. 

“You wound me.” 

She shrugged innocently. 

“Not my fault your talents are best suited for the kitchen and not dancing.”

She's not wrong.

“Are you done being mad at me?”

“I'm not mad at you, Blake.”

“Sure feels that way.”

“I just want to have fun, that's all.”

Baby girl, you can have all the fun you want with me. You don't need him.

“Does it have to be with him?”

“Well it's certainly not gonna be the dad-to-be or Eve so Sky is my only viable option.”

I'm right here baby. Just say the word. 

“I just…”

She slipped her hands into mine.

“I get it. You’re looking out for me. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that for me? Please?” 

It took everything in me not to drag her out of there.

“Yeah. I can do that.” 

“Thank you, Marshall.”

That's when Stars called out to her.

“Gotta go. I'll see you back at the resort.”

I watched her walk off, her ass looking good in that dress. And was more convinced than ever that Stars had to go. He will NOT take my girl from me.

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