#so at first i feel like ok even if this turned out mediocre this is the best i could do with that explanation

[slutforitoshi]

mikage reo - star student *:･ﾟ✧

ft. reo x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: CORRUPTION KINK, virgin!mc, praise, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, fingering

synopsis: your dear upperclassman teaches you a few new tricks

wc: 1.85k

A/N: confession i was a reo anti until i read the manga LOL

mikage reo is the poster boy for model upperclassman. smart, athletic, and breathtakingly handsome. unlike other seniors he didn’t seem to view the younger years with distaste. after all, he was one of them just a few semesters ago. his generosity knew no bounds, from comped meals to private tutoring lessons. and you happened to be one of those pupils; a sprout eager to learn from the best. 

initially you sought out reo’s help since you happened to hear that he was the first in your school’s history to ace all the physics exams, a subject you were dreadful at. you expected the relationship to be cordial, professional even, but reo’s welcoming disposition made it hard to stay away. 

before you knew it he was assisting you with much more than physics, guiding you even in your personal life. that’s why it didn’t even occur to you as strange to blurt out, “i think i’m finally going to lose my virginity this weekend”

reo’s pencil that was currently scribbling away at his planner grinds to a halt, leaving only the slight hum of your ceiling fan to break the silence. 

shit. you’ve made things awkward. 

“oh my god i’m so sorry i don’t know why i said that,” you apologize immediately, realizing the vulgarity of your words. reo was your senior, and while he has helped you with relationship problems before, you should’ve known this was a leap further than that.

reo turns to you with a light smile though, relieving the regret you felt in your stomach. 

“what’s there to be sorry about? i’m glad you trust me to talk about it” he reassures you, in classic reo fashion. 

“are you sure? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” your voice trails off, but reo’s eyes don’t waver. his dear underclassman has a concern, and who else but him to help?

“well…ok. i’ve just been feeling left behind recently in that whole category. all my friends keep talking about their recent hookups, and it’s lame that i haven’t done anything past kissing”

reo’s eyebrows furrow in concern, “don’t tell me you want to have sex because of peer pressure.”  

“no no it’s nothing like that” you quickly shut down his unease, “i just feel like i’m ready for it. i want to join my friends.”

he slowly nods his head, taking in your true thoughts. 

“so how are you gonna do it? are you seeing anyone?”

“nah i was just gonna go to a party and find some semi-cute guy” you shrugged, and it’s clear by his expression that this was the worst idea he’s ever heard.

“you’re gonna settle for some random guy at a party, who will probably be mediocre at best in bed?” he spat, eyes narrowing at the prospect.

you’ve never seen reo like this, almost bitter at your proposed idea.

“i don’t see any other good options” you murmured. there probably were, but those other options included waiting, and you’ve had enough of that.

reo presses his fingertips to his temples, closing his eyes for a moment. 

“you think physics is the only thing i can help you with?”

he opens his eyes, turning towards you with such a piercing stare that it sends shivers down your spine. 

“n-no, of course not. you’ve helped me with loads of things before like math, biology-” you ramble, trying to ignore the quickening pace of your heartbeat. sure you were a virgin, but you weren’t naive. 

“i won’t force you. i’m just expanding your options” his eyes don’t leave you, and as much as you want to hide from his directness, you can’t seem to look away. as much as you wanted to run away, to say no, the growing heat in your abdomen has already made the decision for you. 

“p-please reo, i’m all yours”

“that’s my good girl.”

he places his right hand at the nape of your neck, then pulling you into his lips. gentle, you noted. his kisses showed no sign of aggression or neediness like you’ve experienced from the select few boys you’ve made out with before, but that’s not to say it wasn’t passionate. 

you break the kiss first, leaving your chair to kneel down before his. 

“can i?” you ask, looking intently at the bulge peaking through reo’s pants.

“eager aren’t we” he smirks, pulling down his waistband to reveal your first cock. and it’s impressive. your eyes widen at the length before you, mouth watering. you look up eagerly, lunging forward to envelop the head around your lips as reo gives an encouraging nod. 

“f-fuckk” he gasps, taking in the warmth of your mouth. it’s heavenly. 

you push your limits, inch by inch, until you feel him hit the back of your throat, and the sensation launches you off suddenly. 

“you alright?” reo sits forward, caressing your back as you cough through the result of your eagerness. you nod though, pushing him back into the chair. 

“wanna try again” you murmur, eyes fixated on your conquest. you wrap your lips around him again, taking note of the ache the girth inflicts on your jaw. it’s not an unpleasant feeling, and the view of reo’s eyes rolled back makes it all worth it. 

this time you don’t recoil from the hit, and start your trek up, then down, then up.

“focus on the tip, it’s sensitive there” he instructs, and you oblige, intensifying the bobbing motion near his ridge.

“circle your tongue around it” reo barely finishes his thought before you’re complying to his demands. 

reo’s fingers are digging into chair’s arms, leaving crescent shaped imprints. he couldn’t tell what was more pleasurable: the feeling of your tongue against his tip, or how fucking obedient you were. 

“such a good girl for me, learning so fast”

you hum in content at his praise, sending vibrations that nearly push reo to the edge. that’s enough he thinks, it’s time for the next lesson.

he sits up suddenly, and his cock leaves you with a ‘pop’. you try to object at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already pulling you up, guiding you to the bed. 

“sit back for me, and keep your legs spread” he instructs, tying his purple strands back to keep away from the mess that will surely follow. 

you do as he says, revealing the growing damp spot on the panties underneath your skirt. he dives in, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you forward abruptly until his face is hovered above your heat. 

“r-reo-” your eyes widen at the sudden movement, but your voice morphs into a moan as he licks a long stripe above the cloth. 

“let me show you what you deserve” he peels off the drenched panties off your legs, marveling at your glistening folds. 

he makes haste, lunging forward to bury himself between your thighs. the sensation of the soft muscle of his tongue immediately makes you buck your hips forward. 

“f-fuck!” you splutter out, mind blanking as he circles your clit. he had you wondering why on earth you waited so long. strands of purple leaked through your knuckles as you held his head in place. 

a familiar coil builds, one that you’ve only felt through from your own efforts before. 

“you’re close aren’t you?” he smirks briefly before diving in again to chase after your high. 

stars dance across your half closed lids once he adds a finger into your entrance. it’s a stretch you’ve never felt before, but the feeling was more than welcome. then the addition of a second finger has your head falling back against the backboard. 

“your virgin pussy’s so tight” he remarks, noticing how cramped the hole was with only two digits in. his vulgar words brought a blush to your face; who knew the mikage reo could talk so dirty?

the curling of his fingers is what brings you over the edge, until you’re thrashing against the sheets while reo uses his free arm to hold your hips down. 

“how was that for your first orgasm?” 

“so…so good” you manage through your pants. it left you breathless, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. 

reo briefly gets up to roll a condom on while you recover. shit, it’s happening. you were about to kiss your virginity goodbye. 

“i’m gonna go nice and slow okay?” he says, positioning himself above you. a light kiss is placed on your forehead before you feel the tip nudge at your entrance. and then he pushes.

your eyes squeeze shut at the intrusion, nails raking at reo’s back to offset the pain. 

“deep breaths, it’s almost all the way in” he whispers, trying not to cum himself from the absolute bliss that your pussy gives him. 

you both let out a sigh as he bottoms out, and he stills himself, waiting for confirmation to move. 

“please reo” you whine, “make me feel good”

his eyes darken at your pleads, and a flash of possessiveness passes his mind. you were so fragile, and yet here you were begging him to ruin you. 

he builds his pace gradually, knowing the stretch must still cause you discomfort. but by the third thrust, your loud moans were a clear indicator of the pleasure wracking your body. 

“r-reo, feels amazing” 

he responds to your praise with a firm grip on your waist, pulling you in deeper against him, “yeah? don’t you ever settle for anything less than this”

you almost yelp as he scoops one arm around your back to flip you. you’re on your knees now as he’s laid back against the mattress, still buried completely within you.

“want to learn how to ride?” he suggests, lip twitching upwards in a suggestive smile. the challenge was daunting, but a star student like you wouldn’t back down. 

you place your palms against his taut chest, shakily raising yourself up before crashing back down. 

“fuck, you’re a natural” he groans as you sink down again. 

the new position has his tip kissing your cervix, and it’s not long before your thighs are giving out. 

“looks like you need some help” he teases before his hands are supporting your hips, guiding you up and down his length. by the way your walls were fluttering, he could tell you were reaching another high. reo decides to add even more assistance by taking a free hand towards your clit, rubbing circles onto the sensitive bud. 

your body goes slack at the sudden onset of pleasure, but reo has no problem making up for your efforts to ride, still thrusting upwards at impressive speeds. 

“c-cumming again!” you exclaim again before clamping hard against his cock. your pulsating walls are enough for him to unload as well, thrusting erratically to maximize both your orgasms.

you collapse against his chest, limbs completely drained of energy. he laughs lightly at the state he left you in before wrapping his arms around your back and laying another kiss to the side of your temples. 

“reo how am i supposed to fuck anyone else after this” you whine, “you set the bar too high”

“who said we were done? you still have much more to learn”

#holy shit i finally finished it #posting twice in one day crazy ik #reo #reo mikage #reo x reader #reo smut #reo mikage smut #blue lock #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk smut #blue lock imagines #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage imagines

[katareyoudrilling]

The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike (Porn Star AU)

Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star.  Will it be as good as you imagine?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)

A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it.  I’ve never written this much in one day.  I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos.  This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!

Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

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You won.

What the fuck?

Your entire body flushes with heat.  Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees.  Your hands tremble.

You never expected to win.

You remember the night you filled out the form.  You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps.  You’d had a string of them.  One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex.  It takes time, you told yourself.  You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent.  So much for him.

No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.

Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze.  They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.

What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living?  Someone who really knows what he’s doing?

The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.

And now you’d won.

A night with a porn star.

You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state.  They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.

The choice is easy.

You’ve watched all his videos, even the silly softcore ones where he plays an FBI agent hunting down an art smuggler who is very willing to have sex with him when he catches her.

He’s boyishly handsome.  When he smiles, his eyes crinkle and sparkle.  He looks so friendly and kind… and wow can he fuck.

The women performers he’s paired with are always excited to work with him.  Those who have partnered with him before often tell the off-screen director how much fun they have had with him in the past – how the sex feels so connected with him.

The ones who haven’t worked with him yet talk about his reputation as “the human Hitachi” – a reference to the popular vibrator.

Afterwards, they confirm that it’s an apt nickname.

You check the box next to “Marcus Pike” and click submit.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You arrive at the studio office just before your designated time.  This first visit is to sign various consent forms, talk to the director, and turn in paperwork verifying your sexual history, STI status, and sexual boundaries.  You will come back later for the actual event.

The office is decorated in whites, grays, and pinks.  It soothes your jangled nerves.  If you think too much about it, you know you’ll run back out the door, so you don’t.  You go through each step slightly detached from your body.

The receptionist greets you with a friendly smile and directs you to sit on one of the plush couches while you wait for your appointment.

Only a few minutes later, you are called back into the office to talk with the director, Erin.  She greets you warmly and you sit down in the chair across from her desk.

“How are you? Nervous?” she asks and chuckles when you nod.  “It’s ok, I’m sure I would be too in your shoes, but I promise we are going to take good care of you.”

Your nerves calm slightly as she speaks with you.  She’s just a normal woman in an unusual business.  Her relaxed and professional demeanor gradually allows you to unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders.

You listen attentively as she talks you through the various consent forms.

“Ok, last one,” Erin places yet another sheet in front of you.  “You have the option of being recorded.  It’s totally up to you.  There won’t be anyone else in the room besides you and Marcus, great choice by the way, but we can set up a few cameras if you think you would like that.  The footage would go home with you, and we would never use it without your permission,” she pauses while you take in the information.  “Just check the box next to the option you’d like.  You can decide afterwards if you’d like our editors to take a pass at it or if you’d prefer to be the only one who ever sees it.”

You stare down at the options on the paper in front of you.  Do you want to be recorded? The rush of arousal that just flooded your pussy says yes.  You only get one night, why not give yourself the option of reliving it?  You check the box indicating you’d like to be recorded and sign your name at the bottom of the form, sliding it back across the desk.

“That’s everything for me,” she places all the papers in a neat stack on her desk and smiles at you.  “You are free for the rest of the afternoon.  Come back here at 7 for the main event.  Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable.  You and Marcus will have as much time as you need to talk and get to know each other before you do your scene.  There’s no rush.  Do you have any questions?”

You should have a million questions, but Erin has been thorough and you’re still not letting yourself think too hard, so you shake your head and stand up from your chair.  Erin leads back out to the waiting room.

“We’ll see you later tonight!” she says as she shakes your hand one last time.

- - - - - - - - -

How many videos have you watched that were filmed in this room?  You look around the simply furnished bedroom in disbelief.  You are actually here.  At the center stands a large comfortable bed, dressed in soft white linens and pillows.  The padded headboard is situated between two windows, the gauzy curtains let in the soft light of the fading sun.  On either side of the bed are nightstands stocked with towels and lube, things that are probably kept out of sight when filming for real, but they are at hand tonight in case you need them.

Cameras have been placed on tripods at a few different places around the room, but no one sits in the chairs beside them.  Lights blink on their fronts indicating they have started recording.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Erin says heading back towards the door, “Marcus will be in in a few minutes.  I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”

You nod and she leaves.  You take a few calming breaths and sit down on the edge of the bed.  You’d chosen to wear a simple sundress over a new underwear set you picked out special for the occasion.  You smooth the fabric over your legs, drying your damp palms in the process, as you wait for Marcus.

He doesn’t make you wait long, the large doors open, and he enters with a smile.

He’s wearing a soft gray t-shirt and jeans. He’s barefoot and his short brown hair is casually mussed.  Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you stand, and he makes his way over to you.

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he says.

“I know,” you blurt out.  He chuckles and looks down sheepishly.  “I mean, nice to meet you,” you fumble, embarrassed, then introduce yourself.

“I know,” he responds with a wink and a smile, which you return gratefully.  He’s already setting you at ease.  He gestures for you to sit back down on the bed, lowering himself to sit next to you.

“Erin says she explained everything to you, I just want to reiterate that there’s no rush.  We can talk for a while.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” you stammer.  “I… uhh… do you like working here?” you ask, grasping at the first coherent thought that flits through your head.

“I do,” he smiles.  “I love my job.  I love working with beautiful women, like yourself, and making them feel good.” His eyes trail appreciatively up your body.

Your skin warms at the compliment.

“Can I ask,” he continues, “what prompted you to enter the sweepstakes?”

“Oh, well,” you laugh nervously, “I haven’t had the best luck with men lately and the idea of being with someone who really knows what they’re doing really appealed to me.”

“I see.  You’re in good hands.  Not to brag, but I definitely know what I’m doing.” Marcus’s dark eyes flash.  Heat and want flood your body, burning away the nervousness.

“I bet you don’t have trouble dating.  That is if you’re not married… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking.”

“It’s ok,” he chuckles.  “I’m not married, and you’d be surprised.”  He runs a hand through his brown hair.  It looks soft. Soon, you’ll get to touch him and find out.

“I… uhh… I think I’m ready,” you swallow thickly.

“Ok,” he responds.  His deep voice rumbles through your body.  “Can I kiss you?”

You nod as he moves closer to you on the bed. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing Marcus’s eye, before he closes the space between you.

His plush lips are soft on yours as he cups your jaw with his large hand.  He plies you with gentle languid kisses.  Kissing Marcus is like slipping into a warm bath.  You feel yourself melting into him as he eases you back onto the bed.

His mouth moves to explore your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its wake.  He draws his nose along your throat on his way back to your mouth, lips firmer now, more insistent.

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your throat.  He responds by delving into your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam down your sides to your legs, fingers inching up under the hem of your dress.

“Is this ok?” he asks, breaking the kiss.  You nod.  He pulls your dress up and you help him draw it over your head.  He pulls his own shirt off at the same time, tossing the garments into a corner.

You’ve watched his videos so many times, but nothing has prepared you for being inches away from this glorious man in the flesh.  His golden skin glints in the fading light.  You admire the breadth of his shoulders and how his body tapers down to his trim waist.  He is not overly muscled, but strong and firm.  His jeans hang low on his hips, hiding the apex of the V that disappears into them.

Your fingers itch to touch him and you realize with a start, that you can.

As he bends back down over you, you run your hands over his warm, smooth skin – down his arms and the planes of his back.  You explore his neck with your mouth as he settles beside you and opens himself to your curiosity, humming contentedly with approval.

You make your way down his chest, touching and licking every hill and valley along the way, until you get to his jeans.  You look up at him, kneeling between his legs, mouth watering.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he smiles and sits up, abdominal muscles flexing with the effort.  “Let’s get you out of this pretty underwear first.”  He reaches around your back and unclasps your lacy bra.  You allow it to fall down your arms without any hesitation.  It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be naked with him.

Marcus’s tongue slips between his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts.  He ducks his head down and pulls one nipple into his mouth.  You gasp and dig your fingers into his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady.

His mouth works you expertly, tugging and sucking in a way that sends jolts of electricity through your body.  His wide palm cups your other breast as he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.

His mouth comes off you with a wet pop.  He drags his lips up your neck then pulls you into a fevered kiss, holding you firmly against his front.  You can feel his erection against your stomach through his jeans and you whimper.

Marcus eases you down to the bed and draws your underwear down your legs.

“Can I taste you?” he rasps, needily.

“Yes,” you breathe.  “But…”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Marcus pauses his movements, brow furrowed with concern.

“I’m… umm… I’m not as flexible as the women you work with.  I don’t think I can… hold myself... the way they do.”  You chew your bottom lip.

Marcus concern melts away, “That’s ok.  Most of those positions are just for the cameras anyway.  You tell me if anything is uncomfortable and we’ll do something else, ok?”

“Ok,” you reply.

Marcus smiles as he lowers himself between your knees.  He kisses the inside of your thigh, and you shiver.  He works his way down your leg to your center, inhaling deeply as he reaches his target.  He moans appreciatively and the sound sends tingles across your skin.

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds nearly lifts you off the bed, you’re so worked up.  Marcus wraps his arm around your hip and spreads his large hand across your abdomen to hold you down.

“Your pussy is delicious, sweetheart.”

Your breath comes in shallow pants as you look down at the beautiful man between your legs.  He holds your gaze and smirks as he lowers himself back down to your cunt.

He positively devours your pussy.  He sucks and flicks at your clit with his tongue in between long, firm strokes from your entrance to your sensitive bud.  You are reduced to a puddle of whimpers and whines under his ministrations.  You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t help but fall back on the bed and bask in it.  His nickname is definitely correct.

He slips two fingers inside you, stroking your upper wall.  Your body shudders and shakes while Marcus watches you with hooded eyes.

“Do you want to come like this?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

“God, yes.  Yes, yes, please yes,” you beg, and he chuckles before sucking your clit into his mouth again.

His warm, wet, firm mouth winds the coil in your belly.  You feel yourself approach the edge of your orgasm and let go.  You’re falling… gasping… shaking… overcome with the pleasure radiating through you.

Marcus continues to stroke you through your climax, watching intently as you come back to yourself.  He draws his fingers out slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a moan, before moving back up the bed next to you.

“Do you need to take a break?”

You shake your head and look over at him, smiling.  “I want to see you.”  The post-orgasm dopamine rush is making you feel brave.

“Absolutely.” Marcus rolls off the edge of the bed and stands, looking down at you.  He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, freeing his erection.

You’ve seen his cock so many times, but it’s even better in person.

Thick and slightly curved.  Long but not scarily so.  In a word…

Gorgeous

“Thank you,” he says smiling, eyes crinkling, apparently you said that out loud.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and look up at him, “Can I?”

“Of course.”

You take him in your hand, reveling in the intake of his breath at your touch.  You stroke him from root to tip before dipping your head and retracing your path with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he exhales as you take him in your mouth.

He is heavy and firm on your tongue.  He places his hand on your head, not pushing you to take him deeper than you want but reassuring you that he’s there enjoying this as much as you are.

Your need for him grows with every twist of your hand and suck of your mouth.  When it becomes too much, you pop off and look up at him.

“Will you fuck me now?”

“Yes, please,” he responds, voice heavy with want.  He bends to kiss you again.  Moaning into your mouth as your tongues tangle together needily.  You scoot back to the middle of the bed, and he follows you.

“Do you have any requests?” he asks between kisses.

“You choose, you’re the expert.”

Marcus laughs as he moves between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance.  “Let’s start here.”

He slides his way in slowly, stretching you open.  Your eyes flutter closed as he fully sheathes himself in you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”

“So do you,” you manage to choke out as he starts to thrust into you.  Each stroke of his length dragging along your walls and hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t know existed.

He pushes one of your knees up to your chest, opening you up and allowing him to go even deeper.  It’s not uncomfortable with his strong hands supporting you.

“Fuck yes,” you cry out as he repeatedly hits something inside you that curls your toes.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and suddenly you’re spiraling again, pulsing rhythmically around his cock.

Marcus curses, pulling out of you to bury his face in your pussy, fingers gripping your thigh.  He laps at your fluttering hole as you writhe underneath him.

You’ve barely come down from your high when he urges you to roll over onto your stomach.  He spreads your legs and slides into you as he drapes his long, lean body over yours, pressing you down into the mattress.  His strong arms frame your head as you twist to see him.

He nuzzles into your neck as he slowly drags his cock in and out of your wet heat, building up the pressure in your abdomen yet again.

“You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” Marcus whispers in your ear.

“I… yes… please… so good… don’t stop,” you babble.

Marcus trails his nose down the back of your neck, making you shiver, as he continues his unhurried pace, driving you higher and higher but not giving you enough to break.

He pulls out and lifts himself off you.  You whimper at the loss, but he rolls you onto your side and pulls you back into his chest, banding his arm across your ribs.

Wrapped in his embrace, he lifts your top leg and enters you from behind.  He reaches between your legs to stroke your throbbing clit.

You reach behind and grip the back of his head, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you, holding on for dear life.

You’ve never tried for three orgasms on your own, let alone with a partner, but Marcus is quickly bringing you to the brink again.

“Where do you want it,” he pants in your ear.

“On my stomach,” you whine, keening as you get closer and closer to the edge.

He presses and holds your clit as he thrusts hard and quick.  You come again with a silent scream as the force of your orgasm punches the air from your lungs.

Marcus moves from behind you, laying you on your back, to kneel next to you as he strokes himself to completion.  You manage to open your eyes and watch him grit his teeth – tendons standing out in his neck, veins bulging in his forearms – as his spend coats your stomach.  You are so glad you agreed to the recording.

He collapses on the bed next to you, breathing hard.  After a few moments, he reaches over to the nightstand to get a towel and begins gently wiping you clean.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fucking fantastic,” you answer, beaming at the ceiling, still floating in a post-orgasm haze.

“I’m glad,” he chuckles.  “This was really fun.”

“It was. Thank you.”  You both roll on your sides facing each other.

You can’t believe this actually just happened.  You’re expecting to wake up to discover it was all a dream at any moment, but your dreams are never this good.  You smile at Marcus, and he smiles back.

“I’m always hungry after filming, would you like to get something to eat?”  Marcus’s question catches you completely off guard.

“Really? You want to have dinner with me?”  You search his face for any sign that he doesn’t really mean it, but he looks completely sincere.  He has proven to be the kind, open-hearted man you thought – and hoped – he was.

“Yeah, do you like pancakes? There’s a diner I like not too far away.”

“I like pancakes.”  You answer tentatively, not sure what his intention is, but open to spending more time with his lovely man in whatever way he is willing.

“Great, it’s a date,” he winks.

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[seivsite]

Ok if ur asks are open HEAR ME OUT. ballerina reader tryna find a peaceful place to dance then jing yuan dan heng or any other hsr men saw you some how do they just stare in awe or tease the crap out of you lets say reader was dancing black swan/white swan or nut cracker and hrs men saw reader dancing 🤯🤯🤯 I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE INTERACTION‼️‼️‼️‼️

WHITE SWAN’S GRACE.

includes: jing yuan x fem!reader. friends to lovers, pinning, slight mentions of weight, vague mentions of drinking, mediocre proofread — wc: 694

(Name) had always loved ballet, even amidst all the hardships and trials she went through to become a renowned ballerina in Xianzhou.

Lately, everything has been stressing her out immensely, with her teacher becoming even harsher than usual, and people around her passing judgement on her so-called “added weight” and throwing backhanded insults.

Not wanting to dwell on those hurtful thoughts, she sought solace in a desire to dance your heart out in a secluded area, choosing a random song to let your emotions flow. Gracefully spinning and moving her hands elegantly, you became one with the music, dancing her feelings away.

As (Name) danced her heart out, she felt a sense of liberation, leaving behind all the stress and judgment that had weighed her down. The music guided her movements, and she poured her soul into every step and gesture.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of gold eyes were watching her from afar, captivated by her mesmerizing performance.

The observer was none other than Jing Yuan, the formidable and dozing General. He had been drawn to the enchanting melody of the music and followed it to find (Name) gracefully dancing like a true artist. He had seen her before, but this was the first time he had witnessed her true passion and talent for ballet.

Her beauty and grace transcended beyond words, and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away. She moved like a swan gliding across a peaceful lake, each motion delicate and precise, as if she were conveying her emotions through the dance.

Jing Yuan remained silent, not wanting to interrupt her moment of expression. He admired her from a distance, realizing just how much she had endured to become the renowned ballerina she was today.

He could sense the dedication and determination in every movement, a reflection of the challenges she had overcome to pursue her passion.

As the music reached a crescendo, (Name) performed a final, breathtaking leap, and her dance came to a graceful conclusion. She stood there, catching her breath, unaware of the silent audience that had witnessed her artistry.

Finally feeling that the time was right, Jing Yuan stepped forward, a warm smile on his lips. “That was truly beautiful,” he said, his voice gentle and full of admiration.

Startled by his presence but flattered by the compliment, (Name) turned to face him. Her heart raced, but there was something in his eyes that put her at ease.

“Thank you, General,” she replied, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“No need to be so formal; we’re friends, aren’t we?” he said.

She hummed in response, appearing deep in thought. Finally, she came to a conclusion in her head, and with a sweet smile, she called out, “Jing Yuan,” tilting her head curiously.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Dance with me,” she asked, pulling his hand into hers. She placed one of his hands on her waist and held the other in hers.

Slowly, they began waltzing, and she guided Jing Yuan with gentle whispers. After some time of getting used to the waltz, he twirled her around. Holding (Name) close to him made his heart flutter, and a faint blush appeared on his face.

Under the enchanting moonlight, they continued to dance and decided to get themselves a few drinks. Sharing laughter and drinks, (Name) felt significantly better than before, smiling and giggling at the silly dad jokes Jing Yuan told her.

Eventually, fatigue caught up to her, and she ended up falling asleep on Jing Yuan’s shoulder, causing him to flinch lightly. He sighed in fondness, brushing strands of hair away from her face, and decided to take her to his home and bedroom since he didn’t know her address.

He covered her with warm blankets and was about to retreat to the guest bedroom when he felt a tug on his arm, causing him to fall onto the bed beside (Name).

“Stay,” she whispered softly, “Please.”

“Okay, m’lady,” he chuckled, feeling emboldened as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight,” he said, snuggling comfortably under the blanket with her.

“Goodnight, qīng ài de,” she murmured before succumbing to the depths of slumber.

NOTES. JING YUAN MY :3 MAO MAO, he deserves all the love and fluff, he just deserves to be happy man give my mao a happy ending for once

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[yeahyeahchloe]

R U Mine?

guitarist!ellie x bassist!reader

synopsis: the tour begins with the first large audience performance, and ellie helps your nervousness.

cw: nsfw, mdni, fingering (r!recieving), oral (r!recieving), praise, dirty talk, choking if u squint, my mediocre first attempt at a drabble/oneshot.

a/n: i wrote this on a whim while i was listening to arctic monkeys and writing pt 4 to iwimh, hopefully this will keep you here before that posts (shes a long one). pls pls be honest with me if this is bad. but if its not and anyone has any requests PLEASE send them in. i love to write.

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The erupting crowd cheering for your openers sent a crushing feeling straight into your chest, along with the thumping from your heart.

You were currently in your dressing room pacing back and forth while going over the notes to every song over and over in your head.

Its safe to say you were scared shitless.

"Heyyy babe, were on in 20, you pumped or what?" Ellie asked as she burst through the door.

"uhhhmm yeah! Hell yeah! Super pumped!" You said, trying to sound convincing.

Ellie tried to hold it together but ended up bursting out into laughter right in front of you.

"Babe you can play bass like a god, but you suck at lying," she managed to say in between laughter.

You huffed and rolled your eyes before plopping down onto the sofa in the room.

Ellie controlled herself before moving to sit next to you on the couch. She wrapped her arm around both of your shoulders as you turned your head away from her in shame.

"Hey. Heeey," She used the hand belonging to the arm wrapped around you to push your head in her direction. She studied your face for a while before softening her tone. "What could you possibly be nervous about?"

"Wh- everything?? I'm nervous about everything Els. I've started catastrophizing everything and now I can even fucking think straight," you explained in an obviously panicked tone.

"Woah, ok, you just need to relax, and everything will be ok," Se said, reassuringly pulling you closer and rubbing your shoulder.

You buried your face into your hands before mumbling a "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

Ellie moved so that she was facing you more and removed your hands from you face, before tilting up your head and placing a long, slow kiss on your lips.

She pulled apart and kissed the corner of your lips, before moving to your jaw, then your neck, and when she got to your ear she whispered a soft, "Let me help you,"

You vigorously nodded and lifted your hand up to cradle the back of her neck.

"That's my girl," she said, smirking against your neck before continuing to kiss it.

She moved a hand to rest on your upper thigh and the one that was previously on your shoulder was now firmly gripped on your waist.

Ellie leaned forward and took you into a laying position with her knee resting between your thighs. She pressed it further into your core, electing a moan from your slightly parted lips.

"Let me take care of you sweet girl...make all that stress go away, hm?" Ellie murmured against your ear, moving her hand up from its place on your thigh.

You weakly nodded with a "mm-hmm" before clashing your lips together, parting your lips and allowing Ellie to slip her tongue in to dominate your own. You stifled a moan into her mouth as her hand cupped your clothed cunt under your skirt.

Ellie slipped her other hand under your shirt, taking it off and leaving you bare-chested. She moved both hands up to play with your sensitive nipples before putting her mouth on your tits.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," She moaned into your skin.

Hearing her praise send waves through your body making your pussy wetter by the second.

"Please Ellie, need it,"

She chuckled before moving up, her lips almost touching yours.

"You want me to play with your pretty little pussy, hm? Want me to take away all those pesky nerves?" "she asked, lips moving against your own with every word.

"Yes, Els, please," You begged.

Ellie smirked before kissing your lips, then all down your body until she got to the waistband of your skirt, slowly pulling it off to reveal a pair of black lace panties.

"So fucking perfect," She mumbled, inspecting your every inch.

She moved her head down and kissed both of your thighs before getting to your core and slowly peeling off your panties.

"Always so fucking wet for me, aren't you sweet girl?"

All you could conjure as response was a weak head nod and a slight desperate whimper.

Ellie slid a finger through your folds, gathering your slick on here fingers before pushing one inside of you, immediately causing you to arch your back and buck your hips onto her hand.

She stared for a second before removing her finger and licking a long stripe up your pussy, body jolting when she hit your clit. She made a lewd groaning noise and your taste before she continued to devour your cunt as whines and moans erupted from you.

She entered her finger back into your pussy before curling it just right and hitting the perfect spot, while continuing to tongue your clit.

You already felt the band beginning to build up in your lower stomach as your orgasm approached you.

You were more stressed than you thought.

Ellie must have noticed you clenching around her now two fingers inside of you, because she lifted up her head and tauntingly said: "Already gonna cum for me? I knew you fucking needed it, don't wait baby, cum for me,"

Ellies words just near pushed you over the edge, and what did was one final hard suck on your bud, snapping the band and sending your orgasm electrifying through you.

Ellie pulled out her fingers and licked them clean before coming up and slamming her lips into yours, her tongue entering your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door.

"Hey, babes, we're on in five,"

It was Dina.

"Hey Dina, yep, I will just be right out," you said springing up to redress and put yourself back together.

When you and Ellie were about to head out she stopped you putting two hands on your waist, kissing you softly.

"Nervous?" She asked, smirking.

You playfully rolled your eyes responding with "Only a teeny bit" before kissing her again, and walking out to the awaiting stage.

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lmk if there are any typos!

#tlou #ellie williams #x reader #abby anderson #joel miller #dinatlou #jessetlou #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #guitarist!ellie #band au #idk #i tried lol #pls be nice to me

[turnwashingtonsbaddies]

PLS PLS OKS DEAR GOD GIVE US THE PUSS PUSS EATING RANKING OF TURN CHARACTERS I NEED IT LIKE SPONGEBOB NEEDS WATER (must include robert rogers)

ok im officially done with school (woo 🥳) so i can give everyone in my ask box what they've been waiting for. i am going to keep the list limited to the ppl in this promo photo bc there are so many goddamn characters in that show and if you want heavy-hitting analysis, i've gotta keep a short list (at least for now)

analysis under the cut:

as mentioned before caleb brewster does indeed SWEEP the pussy eating power rankings

as also mentioned before john andre is as mediocre in eating pussy as he is in acting and flute playing. he thinks he's amazing at it tho

now for the fun. i need to get this first paragraph out of the way bc it is about the man who made me begin to ponder this question 2 years ago in the first place. abraham. fucking. woodhull. this beanie-wearing menace to society has NEVER made anyone other than anna strong come. point blank period. even with anna tho, he's done it like maybe once or twice. whether or not he did it by giving her head is up for another debate tho

oh and speaking of anna strong. she gives me pillow princess vibes for a reason i cannot quite explain. it is just kind of a gut feeling i have. maybe it has to do with the fact that ppl are always just throwing themselves at her, so she doesn't have to bother with actually working on pleasuring them

but back to abe for a minute. he's actually (believe it or not) NOT the worst one on the list, and that is because richard woodhull has NEVER ONCE made a woman come. not even his wife. not once. richard has never even eaten pussy before. richard has only ever had sex in the missionary position. abe is a terrible partner for a reason, and that reason is bc he was raised by richard

one member of the woodhull family does possess some finesse however. mary woodhull eats pussy like a mf champion. i imagine her learning it was much like her learning how to fire a gun. at first she was like 'wtf is going on??? i cant do that??' but give it few tries and she easily upstages all the men around her

using mary shooting a gun as my transition here..... let's talk about simcoe. honestly, he does give me the vibes of someone who really wants to be good at eating pussy, and maybe he even enjoys doing it. however, i think he gives toothy head. and i also think he does it on purpose. that's right. he's a biter

speaking of ppl who enjoy eating pussy, i think hewlett slays in that department ngl. ik i said before that caleb is arguably the only man on the show who enjoys eating pussy, but i actually want to amend that bc i think hewlett does too. however, i think the one drawback for hewlett is that his desire and ability to give good head does come from a place of him being (and i mean this with peace and love hewlett enjoyers) a massive simp

i straight up dont have a transition for this one but it was literally an intrusive thought and i just need to expel it. ben tallmadge the type of guy to apologize after eating pussy. why? who knows. it could have even been decent head. he's still apologizing anyway. however my bet is that decent is the best he can do bc he's an overthinker, which can get in the way of having strong head game

finally, and yes i made you read all of this before giving you what you wanted anon, robert rogers. "(must include robert rogers)" is SO REAL. SO TRUE. you're right for saying so. however he is such an enigma to me and i really don't know where to place him both as an eater of pussy and frankly as an entity in general. i know he has to exist in some kind of extreme tho. god-tier head or the most abysmal head ever anyone's ever experienced. maybe he's even literally eating pussy, like in a cannibalism way. i'm not ruling that out either. honestly, maybe the quality of head varies between sessions too. after all, he's always gotta keep em on their toes

#i put this into my google docs and checked the word count for shits and gigs....... this post is 700 words long #but anyway lmk if you want more 🤪

[facetsofthecloset]

i'm sure it's been said but i feel like both Raxtus and Ronodin can be argued as "the only gay kid in the family and consequently shunned/rejected" and it's like. so weird bc Mull is so Mormon he'd probably rather eat his shorts than even acknowledge the possible existence of gays but

i mean. Raxtus literally has a fairy form. he's a fairy dragon.

Ronodin was just emo lol

and they both get so thoroughly rejected and sidelined by their families their whole lives and it turns Raxtus into an awkward but basically decent guy who runs back to the approval of his family once he's performed masculinity/violence enough to be accepted, only to then realize that he's basically just being used and still not fully trusted/accepted and having to betray them to save his real friends

(who sadly are probably actually homophobic but that's ok bc they're not dragon-phobic so that works out for him)

while Ronodin's like "fuck it. chaos and murder then!" and can you really blame him? he spent his entire life trying to conform to the "right" (in this case, Light) way of life, started spending time with the outgroup and learned to question things, then was told he was "too corrupt" to remain in his home

like. the symbolism is right there.

it's so funny, because sure Raxtus isn't a bad guy, but Ronodin definitely is and he pretty much gets sent to a type of hell at the end of Dragonwatch

and while Raxtus gets kind of a happy ending, like, him becoming an effective killer in a war and being accepted by his dad for being Good At Murder in the first Fablehaven series is presented as a happy ending. if Celebrant didn't wind up being the main villain for Dragonwatch, that probably would've been the end of it! gay kid learns how to soldier and is finally accepted by his homophobic family bc he's finally aggressive enough for them to love him

(i mean i have MANY issues with Celebrant being the main villain later and the reasons he's framed as bad but like. that's a separate rant lol)

the queer reading is right there. but also it's very bad and you can tell completely unintentional. or at the very least highly repressed. idk man i don't look into Mull as a personal individual bc i doubt i'll like what i see and i don't care that much but Dragonwatch was SO MUCH MORE MORMON than Fablehaven already was and it's so weird, seeing the fingerprints of it all over.

i feel like he either has a new editor or he's been doing this for long enough and sold enough books that he has the clout to veto changes made by editors or SOMETHING, bc i feel like? he's gotten worse?? and more unfiltered?? that or something happened and he's like. even more religious than before or something idk

like fablehaven was just kinda generic/bland fantasy with some fun ideas for magic items/powers/one sentence character premises, with just a hint of sus Mormon ideology, and then Dragonwatch just went. Full Mormon.

but then there's somehow even more weirdly queer shit. like. he's repressing so hard he's approaching queer from the other side??

idk man i wish this deeply mediocre man's writing wasn't a formative piece of middle school reading, leading to me still giving more of a shit than i really should over questionable children's literature now

#i mean it seems like his wife may or may not have divorced him between the series's so maybe that had something to do with it #i didn't look too deeply into it i just kinda guessed from his about the author blurbs wording changes #also wtf was up with the weird borderline piss/humiliation kink thing in the latest candy shop war book? #like. that was. that was not funny at all if it was meant to be comedic. like the execution was SO BOTCHED if so #and if it wasn't??? it was just????? UNCOMFY??? #sorry i'm tired and kind of delirious and for whatever reason this man's writing's squandered potential still haunts me #like genuinely if i ever publish original fiction there's a good chance it'll be fanfic of this with the serial numbers filed off #like 'MINE I'LL DO IT /RIGHT/ OK GIMME' #fablehaven #dragonwatch #i know ronodin is overrated and like. yeah he's not really a sexyman to me but he IS still compelling as a character #i think he's funny i wanna be his therapist #like stereotypical him lying down on a chaise longue thing #but also i reserve the right to make fun of him so like. not a very ethical therapist lol #get it all out queer boy let's get you to a gay club and find some fairies who WILL accept you #just cool it with the murder and the manipulation a bit y'know

[ofliterarynature]

AUGUST 2023 WRAP UP

[ loved liked okay no thanks DNF (reread) bookclub*]

Witch Week | A Perilous Undertaking | 2 AM At the Cat's Pajamas | The Last Sun | The Lives of Christopher Chant | The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo* | (The Angel of the Crows) | The Enchanted April | The Art of Prophecy | A Curious Beginning | Q's Legacy | The Grimoire of Grave Fates | Charmed Life | Ocean's Echo | (Band Sinister) | (Unfit to Print) | Camp Damascus | Wanted, A Gentleman | Translation State | The Mistress of Bhatia House

I’m late I’m late I’m late! Oops

It’s only a month late, right? ‘Only’ lol, work has been exhausting! Anyways:

At this point I wonder if Ann Leckie can ever do wrong, Translation State was good! I was completely enthralled, which is all I ask, even if I don’t get as passionate about it as the main trilogy.

I continued the KJ Charles reading, with these supposed stand alones that are also kind of related? Honestly it’s no less of a stretch than Society of Gentlemen to Lilywhite Boys, so I don’t know why she can’t officially list them together. Anyways, mostly fine, and Band Sinister is still a delight!

Camp Damascus…I’m thrilled for Chuck, really, and I think he’s a delight to follow, but this one wasn’t for me. Religious trauma is turning out to be a hard no.

Ocean’s Echo was good! In some ways I definitely thought it was better than Winter’s Orbit - miscommunication is the worst I’m sorry, this story was more consistently engaging! I just like the characters from WO a bit more.

Chrestomanci! I’ve been going by the suggested reading order on Goodreads, and while I wasn’t particularly enthused by Charmed Life, once I had a grasp on the world the other books have been fun! Im very sad this might be my last DWJ, as I seem to have exhausted my library’s collection of her audiobooks :(

Grimoire of Grave Fates had a really interesting premise that lured me in, despite my reservations - an anthology where all the stories work together to solve the mystery of a murder at a magic boarding school? I thought it worked fairly well (and could definitely spin itself out into a series of novels), but just ok for me. Maybe one day I’ll finally concede I can’t read YA or boarding school books anymore.

Q’s Legacy was the last (I think) of the 84 Charing Cross Road books, and honestly the worst. It had its interesting moments, but it lacked the cohesion of the other two, speed,-running the before and during of those stories, to then spend the second half on the adaptations. It was not at all what the descriptions led me to expect. Maybe worth a single read but not a revisit.

I will also be honest, I didn’t really like the first Veronica Speedwell! The plot felt a bit contrived, and Veronica was so blunt as to almost read as rude or mean. Also very unexpectedly…clinically horny? Does that make sense? I’m not quite sure what prompted me to continue, but I’m now several books in and enjoying it! To be blunt myself, the historic setting is just set dressing, the plots can feel contrived, the mysteries are mediocre, but the real draw is the Veronica and Stoker show once they get themselves settled in and comfortable with each other. It’s a hoot.

I’d heard good things about The Art of Prophecy, but I still didn’t know quite what to expect going in. It was wonderful. Maybe a little long, but if you’re looking for a fantastic fantasy with lots of fight sequences, no romance, and some fascinating characters, this is a great read. The sequel comes out soon and I can only hope it doesn’t take as long for my library to get the audiobook as it did for this one.

I don’t know where I first found An Enchanted April, but it’s been on my TBR for a little bit, and I thought it would be the perfect fit for my classics challenge I gave myself this year! It wasn’t what I expected at all - it’s entirely character driven and very focused on their flaws, and the entire first half I thought I was going to hate it. But the second half, there’s a twist, almost, born of some very  naïve optimism that nonetheless works out. Very improbably, but I was happy for them, you funky little weirdos. 

What can I say about The Angel of the Crows except that it is still very good! It’s maybe lost a little of the shine it held when I got obsessed with it for a few months last year, but it is definitely now one of my comfort books. I really ought to read more canon Holmes though lol.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo was, to be fair, one of my suggestions for book club. It was OK, but there were definitely parts that really did not work for me, the frame narrative in particular. The other members of the club really liked it but I don’t have any plans to read more of the authors work.

I’m almost tempted to put The Last Sun last just so I can yell more. I’d heard such good things about this series, but turns out my expectations were a bit skewed - it is not historical or secondary fantasy world, oops. So we got off to a bit of a rough start, not to mention all of the Capital Words. Not usually a good sign. And while I still wouldn’t say I love the worldbuilding necessarily, or that these are the next great work of fantasy, the action is really great, and the characters are flipping fantastic. You’ve got a pair of 30 year olds who are bad ass fighters, have a traumatic past, are immature assholes, can be so so kind, and accidentally adopt a posse of troubled teenagers? Sign me up, I love them, this reminds me so much of my days reading tons of Teen Wolf fanfic AUs.

My history with 2 AM At the Cat's Pajamas is that they cannot stop recommending this thing on the Book Riot podcasts. When I found a copy at Goodwill, I thought surely it’s meant to be! Well. It was not bad, but it was not great. I don’t know. It just wasn’t for me and I will not be keeping my copy. I probably should have DNF’d it, but I continued in hope.

Only one actual DNF this month though, The Mistress of Bhatia House - the newest Perveen Mistri book. I was actually fairly excited for it despite my reservations about the earlier books, but I hit a mental roadblock with this one. There was some contrived feeling tension with her sister-in-law, but really, I realized that one of my main problems with this series is that, despite being in a very precarious social position, Perveen is just incredibly reckless - usually in the name of doing good! - but it just hit all the wrong nerves at the moment. I’m hoping there will be a better time to read this, but not right now. 

#bec posts #2023 #book log #wrap up 2023 #translation state #kj Charles #camp Damascus #oceans echo #chrestomanci #diana wynne jones #the grimoire of grave fates #helene hanff #Veronica speedwell #the art of prophecy #the enchanted April #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #tarot sequence #the last sun #2 am at the cats pajamas

[esmiephan]

Listing my fave Eriks (Phantomverse Of Madness).

This is a post i was suppose to make a long time ago, but i only got the time to write it now. I will probably make a part 2 with the "Worse/Less Favorite Eriks".

Remember everyone, this is ✨MY OPINION✨. No adaptation is free from flaws, these 6 Eriks are my favorite but they won't escape from my critics. And if you disagree, feel free to comment about.

6. MazM!Erik (2018)

We start with a polemic one. Mazm!Erik has an unique beauty and amazing hairstyle, his PTSD, the pain, the crying little boy inside of the man, the despair to be loved are still ON POINT. But let's not forget they turned him into a generic anime sociopath who does bad things because yes, and abuses Christine, and keeps Melek aprisioned, and other nonsense things of this mediocre script. However, MazM!Erik is still redeamable at some point and he has good stuffs.

5. Chaney's Erik (1925)

Our first adaptation, the 1925s silent movie! In my opinion, NO ONE played Erik better than Lon Chaney. No one. Like, this man, he's just fantastic. Chaney's hands, movements, the PHANTASTIC make-up, the expressions of pain, madness, anger and tenderness, OH MY GOD THIS IS HEAVEN!!!

ok but let's not forget the ending sucks and the movie tried at best to villainize Erik, this is unforgivable.

4. Merik (1986-2004)

Probably the most known version among us. Andrew Loyd Webber delivered us an amazing, outbreathing and beautiful musical that saved Broadway's story in the 1980s and brought Phantom back to popular tastes since then. Musical Erik has its questions, many people fan of the novel think Webber tried somehow to make him more manipulative and less redeeming. After all, even though people he killed weren't innocent at all, Erik isn't a man who runs out judging people and killing the ones he consider to be unworthy. He killed in EXTREMELY ocasional times in the novel. By the way, the way he constantely manipulates Christine and try to keep control as "the Angel" is just... no.

The original Erik wouldn't do this. He hates lying to Christine, he avoids at his best hurting her. Merik has more childish and toxic behaviour, even though he still ends up redeemed and changed out of his own will and kindness. We cannot deny Merik is one of a kind, one of the most iconic versions of the story. There are many actors who played Merik: Gerard Butler, Ramin Karimloo, Hugh Panaro, Norm Lewis, Ben Lewis, Michael Crawford, i could make a whole blog about my favorites and less favorites Meriks. And i'll probably do it.

3. Cherik (1990)

Look what we have here ❤️

"MY GOD, THIS PLACE REALLY IS HAUNTED" -- this and other funny lines are a gift of Charles Dance's version of Erik. The minisseries isn't very loyal to the novel, however, it's not a bad adaptation at all. This Erik is funny, shy, awkard and more healthy than most of the other versions. I disaprove anything about his version? Yep. First, he wears too colored clothes and is less "dark and goth" like other Eriks. Second, his mother actually loved Erik in this version... I think this was an unnecessary changing. Because the horrible abuse committed by Erik's mother is something EXTREMELY important that can't be changed. Mommy issue is an essence of this character. Should I talk about the "Christine looking like his mom" problem?

Well...

2. Kerik (1990)

Our favorite Susan Kay monologue! Yes, here it is. Kerik (or Serik as some people say) is funny, jerky and tragic, it's almost the same as Leroux's version, as it is supposed to be because "Phantom" isn't exactly an adaptation, but an explanation/expansion of what we've seen originally. Phantom is so good that we phans consider it as canon!

I can't help but say his relationship with Christine in this monologue is weird and a bit disappointing, though. Susan Kay actually started this "Christine looked like Erik's mom" shit, and it's not only weird, it literally confirms Erik's love for Christine was not real, that he only wanted to have a normal relantionship with his mother and Christine was a link to escape his pain. Ok, it makes sense Erik having mommy issues, but i disagree with Kay's vision about his love.

1. Lerik, The Original (1910).

Claps to our king, sis and bros. Gaston Leroux wrote this character with passion. This is my favorite deformity and vision about the character, the lines and the emotions are all just perfect for me. No one ever surprassed the original novel. Erik is a symbol, and a figure to many people. A broken, tortured, emotionally unstable man, who wants to fix everything his way, who doesn't have anyone to trust, who searches for love, pity and compassion, who searches for inclusion and tenderness from the society... but had everything despised and wasted. Erik, originally, is not a villain or a romantic hero. He is an anti-hero. He's the representation of frustrated people and abuse survivors who are able to LOVE, even after everything they had to pass throught. People who are able to recognize and fix their mistakes, people who won't sacrifice their beloved ones happiness for their own problems and fears. Erik is all of us.

Thank you.

#the phantom of the opera #erik the phantom #gaston leroux #andrew loyd webber #mazm erik #lon chaney #lerik #merik #phantom musical #cherik #charles dance #susan kay #kerik #phantom #mazm the phantom of the opera #phantom minisseries

[themetalvirus]

ok, my new pens and ink came in and i have some thoughts!

first of all, my favorite is far and away the TWSBI diamond 580 with a stub nib, which i am completely unsurprised by. the only other stub i've tried was a nib i got from fountain pen revolution, whose selection of non-specialty nibs is aggressively mediocre, and it turns out the stub is similarly unimpressive from their lineup compared to something a little less indie.

the TWSBI is juicy, writes smoothly, and is generally beautiful. stubs aren't ideal for drawing, they're more for making your writing look fancy, but i enjoy the feel of writing with it. the diamond 580 is a weighty pen with a GREAT feel in the hand imo. despite it not being the MOST comfortable pen of all time, i would rank it very highly in my collection of comfort when writing - i use my fine diamond 580 to take notes during meetings because it's comfortable for long writing sessions!

the kakuno i have mixed feelings about. the converter (NOT included, must be bought seperately :|) is pilot, so it's small, and the beads in the converter jangle around and make semi-quiet but unpleasant noises when you move the pen around. i can imagine it being annoying in a quiet school setting, which is the target audience for the kakuno, so i find that odd.

it is a VERY comfortable pen in the hand. i know that triangle grips are a divisive topic, but i tend to like triangle grips on pens, so i find it easy to hold and write with! i also prefer thick pens to thin ones (that's what she said), and compared to the lamy safari and jinhao shark, i prefer this grip in terms of the Triangle Brothers. the lamy is so thin that it irritates my wrist, an issue that the kakuno doesn't seem to have.

where my opinions falter a bit is the nib. it's VERY fine ("fine" means thin for those not into pen language), and the lines it makes are easily the smallest out of my entire modest collection. i'm not sure if i like it. the nib very much gives a "sharp pencil" feel when you write with it because of its... sharpness, despite the actual tipping being smooth and comfortable. i made the mistake of putting a very light ink in it, and i absolutely regret it, because the writing that comes out of this is absolutely illegible. this could be FANTASTIC for people who draw or write very small, but i write medium-sized, and despite drawing somewhat small, i often fill in large areas with color and it's very inconvenient to do that with a nib so tiny.

it's not really a nail (a nib that is very stiff and inflexible), but it feels that way when writing, despite it technically having somewhat of a bounce. again, it very much feels like a pencil, which may be ideal for some folks, but i'm not sure if it's to my taste.

also, the body is cute. the construction of the pen itself is super cute. it's super accessible and affordable. it's a good choice for a beginner pen if someone is looking for a very fine line / a more tactile writing experience!

OKAY. THE INK. let's talk about the ink!!! it's sailor manyo nekoyanagi, a purple ink that sheens blue (AKA it looks 'multicolored' with blue edges and patches because of the dye formulation), which is super difficult to capture on camera for some reason?? you can see the blue areas and edges pretty clearly in person when you write on tomoe river paper with a thicker nib, but my shitty ipad camera doesn't pick it up very well, if at all. i tried my best :( the blue is more noticeable in person i prommy. it's still a more subtle sheen compared to the stark teal and pink sheeners that are so commonly seen, which is also a theme of the sailor manyo inks!

it shades REALLY starkly (areas of ink puddle up in a line, giving it light and dark areas that look like shading, which is why this is called "shading"), which works against it with the lighter pigments in the formulation. even with thick, chunky lines, if you write too fast, something can dry and end up illegible. this is an ink that makes you take your time.

notable with sheening inks (NOT SHIMMERING, shimmer is glitter, sheen is multicolor effects), the multicolor effect tends to be much more dull or completely unnoticeable on cheaper or more absorbent papers. tomoe river paper is the best choice for showing off fancy inks! this ink does still try to sheen on more absorbent paper, but the effect is not nearly as stark.

you may notice me in the pics messing around with himalaya v2s, and that's just because i hadn't inked them in a while because of a lack of silicone grease (and they're just a pain to clean). but i inked up those fussy bastards again and they're working great

one last thing. both of these pens have fun nibs, but for different reasons!

the iris finish gives the nib a beautiful multicolored look, and the kakuno has smiley faces on its nibs! SOOOO funsies

#exoticbutterstxt

[celestie0]

this is probably overbearing or too much, but it’s genuine i swear. have u ever actually gave head to a man? i’ve never done that but i’m lowkey kinda scared to if i’m ever put in the position to, like fr, how does one do that? how do you even give “good head”? AND HOW DO YOU NOW THROW UP ON IT 😭😭😭

i’m sorry

hi my dear LOLLL you’re so valid for this dw

hmm i think firstly a guy shouldnt ever put you in that sort of position if you don’t want to or you don’t feel ready obviously. don’t let any guy make you feel pressured to if you don’t want to

but yea lol w that being said im no oral sex goddess lmfaoo but there are basics to giving head like no teeth, making sure his dick stays wet so theres no uncomfy friction, eye contact, generally the more fucked out you look the hotter he’ll find it (this used to be a big insecurity of mine is that there’s no way i look “pretty” or “cute” while sucking dick cuz of the angle n action etc but tbh i’ve been told that it’s hot to them either way lol)

also yea if u have a massive gag reflex dont bother to deep throat HAHA i have one too, i can kinda handle if im slow enough, but you really dont need to take it all the way just to impress. imo deepthroating is just porn stuff (or maybe thats what i tell myself to feel better lol)

also ive never given head unless i wanted to, even when i was in a relationship. i’ve never given it as a “favor”, its something i’d only do if it genuinely turns me on too. i think it’ll be easier to do if you just genuinely wanna suck his dick lol

idk if this helps at all but your fears are so valid, first few times might feel really awkward bc it can feel like there’s a lot of things to keep track of, but (1) w practice you’ll be fine (2) you can always just ask him what he does or doesn’t like (3) the right guy will just be thrilled you’re willing to do it in the first place

HAHAH ok mediocre sex ed over

#didnt expect to write this much #to succ dique or to not succ dique #that is the question #good luck to u anon #asks #anon

[pseudopeachy]

Ran Haitani x gn!Reader: I won’t say I’m in love

Genre: Fluff

Character: Ran Haitani, Tenjiku timeline

Warnings: Violence, curse words, a bit of misogyny if you squint

a/n: I think Ran fits perfectly in the best friends to lovers trope. I had a looot of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Please consider reblogging as well 🖤

Ran thinks you’re perfect. The universe took its precious time in making sure that you’d be one of the ethereal individuals to ever grace the Earth, it gave you the brains every genius would be envious of and gave incomparable beauty after being bestowed Aphrodite's blessing.

But Ran also wants to strangle the lights out of you because you’re dumb as fuck.

He can look past your questionable fashion sense and sheer audacity to fall asleep when he wants to ramble about what happened during one of their fights, but he can’t overlook your taste in your partner.

He shouldn’t one to talk as his preferences were something along the lines of good and pretty enough for a fuck or two. But you? Oh, sweet ol’ you whose face is buried between pages of books and sighing when the love interest does something that piqued your interest?

You, who wants to experience dancing in the rain with your lover or slow dances at two in the morning while making pancakes?

Ran thinks you’re adorably stupid to want such surreal things. Settle for bondage like the rest of humans, for fuck’s sake.

“Why must you always be an asshole, hm?” Your voice, dripping with utter annoyance, brought him back to reality. You’d always get in such a sour mood whenever he turns down a confession or two.

He doesn’t care for the poor soul, or souls on some days, who was pouring their heart out in front of him; not when he’s thinking of dragging you and Rindou to another café somewhere after the person was done rambling.

You’ve been with him through ups and downs. Hell, you frequently visited him and Rindou more than their parents when they went to juvie. You always arrive after a call or two, not once questioning why they were so enamored with the gang life and instead pressed a bit harder on their bruises and wounds when you’d clean them up after a fight while nagging their ears off.

Why on Earth was he going to trade you out for someone mediocre? Are you that stupid?

“So, you’re saying that you’re in love with (y/n) and you want to date them instead. Is that it?”

Ran almost spat out the alcohol he’d been sipping upon hearing Izana’s question. He looked at their leader as if the silver-haired man grew three heads. His lilac eyes scanned the room in hopes to find someone who’d think otherwise, only to find every Tenjiku executive awaiting his answer.

He immediately regrets bringing up the topic of you and his relationship status after their meeting.

“No! Oh my God, where did you guys get the impression that I’d date (y/n)?”

Izana and Kakucho exchanged glances while Rindou sighed defeatedly. Everybody knows Ran Haitani is an intelligent man, a feared gangster who actually knows how to strategize fights.

But he was very dense when it came to you.

“So you’re telling us that you don’t love (y/n) more than a friend even though the first person you’d think of dragging around is them and not Rindou or anyone else?” Mochi slurred out the words as if the older Haitani can’t understand Japanese.

“Absolutely.”

“Even when they’d cook you and Rindou bentos for lunch? Not when you don’t want anyone to clean up your wounds but them?”

“I don’t trust anyone but (y/n) with those things. They also know what I like so.”

Hanma then reasoned, “So it’s ok for (y/n) to start dating others, then?”

The dramatic gasp from Ran gave hope to the members. “What kind of an idiotic question is that?! Do you want them to get their feelings played with?!”

“You are fucking hopeless, Haitani.” Was all they heard from Muto as he and Sanzu walked out of the room, clearly tired from hearing Ran’s bullshit.

“You don’t get me, you assholes. Do you know what kind of person (y/n) likes? That little shit wants to date someone they can make things with at ungodly hours in the morning, or get cozy somewhere with a book or a movie! They have unrealistic standards, they could get hurt out there!”

The room stilled, on the verge of giving up on the frustrated heavenly king.

“You’re in love with (y/n), you stupid fuck. You’re just in denial because they’re your best friend.” Kakucho sighed as he massaged his temple.

Ran only groaned in response, clearly done with them.

They don’t understand him; it was normal for the both of you to go on café dates and have skincare nights as you dish out gossip. It was normal for him to think that no person deserves you because you were truly a cinnamon roll that’s too pure for this world.

He’s always had your best interest at heart because he’s your best friend. He’s been with you ever since, you both don’t need anyone to change that.

All hell broke loose when you introduced Ran to your suitor, though.

His ears kept ringing while you were rambling about god-knows-what, your eyes shining bright whenever you’d look at the other guy.

And the guy in question, Hiro was what you called the creature, was smiling at you as if you were the best thing he ever laid eyes on.

That was true, but Ran wasn’t adamant about sharing you with some sad excuse of a person.

“Does he even know what type of books you are reading? Does he even know how to read?” He earns a well-deserved smack from you after that, although still whining like a child about your suitor.

“Try to get along with him, please? I don’t want you to think I’m replacing you just because he wants to be with me.” The older Haitani was still salty with the whole thing, but he can’t say no whenever you’d pull out your puppy dog eyes at him.

But getting along with Hiro, or the little shit as he’d call the guy, was becoming a real challenge as the newcomer was replacing him in your life.

You want brownies in the morning? Hiro’s got a fresh plate delivered to you.

You say you want Ramen after class? Dear Hiro’s there to save the day.

There’s some tea you need to spill? Hiro’s already on your couch, all ears.

“I am going to stick my baton right up his ass, he’s going to feel it in the afterlife.” Ran said when he and the rest of Tenjiku saw the both of you walking to your home, hand-in-hand.

“Are you saying you’re jealous of one measly guy?” Shion snorted, only to meet cold lilac eyes that dared him to speak up again.

Ran? Jealous? That’s bullshit.

“Why not be happy for them instead? Aren’t you glad (y/n) finally has someone who loves them?” Kakucho muttered, his eyes fixated on the braided man whose jaws only tightened at his remark.

You are happy and loved, Ran thought. You have him and Rindou and your less important friends to prove that.

But what the fuck did Hiro have that he doesn’t? What were you even seeing in him? It’s only been three weeks at most and yet you practically forgot that the Ran Haitani, your best friend, exists.

Instead of taking Kakucho’s advice, Ran was keen on making sure that Hiro knows his place; that he wasn’t going to amount to anything in your life as the lilac-eyed man does.

Did you want to buy a newly released book? Ran’s got you covered.

Do you want to take a night stroll because you can’t sleep? This particular ruler of Roppongi’s got you.

You want to experiment with hairstyles, you say? Well, there’s a dashing, young man with luscious locks waiting for you.

“Just admit that you love them, for fuck’s sake!” Kokonoi screeched, clearly annoyed with his colleague who was currently contemplating whether or not should he just kick your suitor and call it a day.

It was one of those times that Ran and the rest of Tenjiku would see you strolling the city with your admirer. You were enjoying his company, and the gang thinks the both of you are cute as fuck.

But those weren’t important to a particular man who wanted to punch the daylights out of said escort who had been hogging your attention and affection. It hurt Ran’s ego to lose to some poor excuse of a man.

He grumbled as he saw Hiro twirl you around, giggling like children as you stopped in front of your favorite café-

He was going to fucking kill the both of you. You practically betrayed him when you entered the cute shop with some random dude. That should’ve been him!

That should’ve been him you’re trying new cakes with. That should’ve been him you’re leaning on to as you wait in line That should’ve been him you’re annoying when you wanted to taste his order.

Ran was losing you, and as much as he wanted to be in denial about it, you were clearly in love with that guy.

He had been sulking when you didn’t message him for three days, pouring out his frustrations during gang fights. Rindou tried to console his brother but the former would just brush him off and would just go straight to his room.

He couldn’t even hook up with someone just to vent out his frustrations! For some fucked up reason he couldn’t understand, he was seeking you. He didn’t want anyone but you.

He wanted to listen to your rant and gossip as he drifted off to sleep. He wanted you to cuddle up next to him until you decided that it was time to mix pancake batter and whip up some fluffy pancakes before the sun was up.

He didn’t know what kind of devil possessed him to want you so much. You were the first thing he’d think about in the morning and his last memory as he drifted off in the night.

Ran just missed having you around.

The man almost cried when you finally called him on a Friday night. He was about to talk your ears off when he heard you sniffling at the other line.

“Ran, can I come over please?”

It broke Ran’s heart to see your puffy eyes when he opened the front door. There weren’t any words spoken as he caressed your hair and calmed you down. Your grip on him was desperate, like a child whose mother said no.

“H-He said that it irked him that I have a lot of guy friends,” You whimpered, “He was pissed when I asked him to get along with you and Rindou, saying that we weren’t safe if you guys were around.”

He was right. The bastard was no good for you.

“We fought when I defended you both. He wouldn’t believe me when I said that you were nice and we’d been friends since we were kids.” You then started crying into Ran’s chest.

“I slapped him when he said that I must have been fucking a lot of gang members for me to defend you guys like that. He called me names and decided I wasn’t worth shit and left me all by myself in the middle of the night.”

And you cried in his arms, too heartbroken to do anything but whimper as he tried his best to calm you down. It took a bit of time, but he made sure to cover you in the fluffiest of blankets before knocking at Rindou’s door.

“Keep an eye on (y/n) for a bit. I just need to have a little talk with a certain piece of shit.”

And did it feel so good to finally beat the stupid fuck into a pulp when the older Haitani saw Hiro lounging in a convenience store near your house, courtesy of one henchman. He was giddy as he dragged the man beside an alleyway before proceeding to pound some sense into the other person.

“You motherfucker,” Ran muttered, “(y/n) trusted you so much that they were going to pick you over me.”

Metal on skin resonated in the air as the older Haitani continued, “(y/n) deserves the whole universe and yet you couldn’t give ‘em the love they deserve?! They’re an angel. Angels are supposed to be cherished and treated like gods themselves yet you made mine cry.”

Ran then called up a few of their minions once he had his fun. After getting your favorite snacks at the convenience store, he jogged his way back to the apartment.

It both warmed and broke his heart to have you greet him by the door as you clung to him in dear life. He tossed Rindou an energy drink before waddling with you to his room.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Of course you do, sweetheart.”

“Gonna sell off to the Yakuza and have him thrown in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.”

“Sounds like a plan, love.”

And as the world slept and you finally drifted off to dreamland, Ran found himself looking at you from his side of the bed.

He loved the way your hand fits perfectly in his. He loved the way you melt into him whenever either person would offer a tight embrace. And he absolutely loved the way he’d do anything for you.

He’d give you every star and moon in the cosmos if it meant he’ll never see you cry again. Especially if your tears were for some unworthy motherfucker.

You were the definition of perfect. You deserve nothing less of it.

That night, Ran found himself accepting the fact that he can’t live without you. He’d rather not love at all too if it meant you’d disappear in his life.

He was more than willing to lose some hours of sleep to whip something up in the kitchen whenever you’d feel like it. He was more than willing to fight any demon that may invade your head from time to time. He was willing to lay his life down for you if it mean that you weren’t going to leave him.

Ran would do anything to see you smile and make sure that your most vulnerable state was for him and him alone. He’d do anything to have you cradle him to sleep every night.

Was this love?

Was love defined as sacrificing yourself for the one you love? Or to put them before yourself? Or to want them to silence your demons and vice versa? Or to make sure their smile never falters?

If this was indeed love, then Ran wouldn’t say he’s in love.

Not until you admit that you loved him first, that is.

-🖤-

#Tokyo Revengers #tokyo rev #tokrev #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #ran haitani #haitani ran #haitani brothers #ran x reader #ran x y/n #ran x you #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tenjiku #tenjiku ran

[veebs-hates-video-games]

Ok I should probably do the Harvestella thing before I get too far distant from it and forget everything. 13 Sentinels has consumed my brain over the past week, so let's do this before I lose what's left of Harvestella.

I know it got kind of mediocre reviews and a bunch of people were underwhelmed by it, but I actually thought it was pretty great. From what I've seen it failed to find the right audience, probably because the very little promotion it got made it look like a farming sim with kind of a Final Fantasy-style story tacked on, and people who expected that from it were disappointed. When it did manage to find the people who were into what it actually is (85% JRPG with like 15% farming sim layered on top) a lot of them loved it though.

It's kind of a weird game, because the farming stuff is simplified somewhat from games where that's the primary focus, and some of the RPG stuff is also not done quite as well or as in depth as in a pure RPG (mainly the combat), but if the combination works for you like it does for me it really does have a lot going for it.

I'm someone who loves the idea of farming games but can never really get into them and stick with them long term, whether it's Harvest Moon or Rune Factory or Stardew Valley or whatever else. I had the best luck with SDV, but after about 10 hours I just couldn't get myself to keep going, and most other stuff in the genre I don't even last that long. It's streamlined enough in this and has enough other stuff to balance it out that I actually enjoyed that part of the game this time though, so that was nice for a change.

The big surprise was the story and characters and world though. I played the demo almost a year ago and could tell that it was going to have Typical Final Fantasy-style Nonsense (affectionate) (not to be confused with most recent actual mainline Final Fantasy games, which for me keep turning out to be Typical Final Fantasy-style Nonsense (derogatory)), but I didn't expect it would do that stuff as well as it ultimately did.

The initial premise of the game is pretty straightforward, but the world turns out to be a lot more interesting than it seems at first as more gets revealed about it throughout the game, and there are a bunch of interesting characters who get their own storylines and develop pretty well through them too. It gets increasingly serious sci-fi story in the latter half of the game, but earlier on there are lots of fun and simple bits that establish various characters and the world and why you should care about it in the first place.

Interestingly in those earlier parts, and kind of in side quests in general, there's a lot more focus on the kinds of stuff you'd expect to see in Games for Girls™ that you don't usually see quite as much of in big RPGs. There are a whole bunch of side quests and storylines focusing on people's interpersonal relationships and families, and multiple things get resolved through getting people to actually communicate or listening to children and taking them seriously as people. I think that's kinda great and that more games should include stuff like that more.

Exploring for more materials and ingredients or to do story or side quest missions is fun and satisfying enough. I normally hate stamina systems and being time limited, but if you eat literally any food at all you get free stamina regen for a while so that's not a problem, and there are like eight billion fast travel checkpoints and various shortcuts that you can unlock all over the world, so it doesn't feel like you have to constantly redo stuff after running out of time. You just go home at the end of the day and can pick up right where you left off usually (after tending to your farm stuff in the morning, of course).

The weakest part of the game is probably the combat though. It's...fine? I guess? It's both too simple and too complex at the same time. Like there's not a lot of incentive to do anything but spam basic attacks against trash mobs, and in boss fights there's not much reason to do any more than that other than use your skills when they're off cooldown. But there are like 37 different damage types that your different attacks can deal, and different enemies are weak against different flavors, and against bosses you can get a "break" that causes them to take more damage if you use the right kind(s) against them enough.

There's potential there for something interesting, but it's terrible at telling you what type of damage you're doing or what kind you should be doing, there are way too many different kinds with no meaningful difference between them other than visual effects, and I'm not going to memorize what every stupid attack in the game does when I can't even see the little symbols on the break gauge that represent different types or remember what each one means anyway.

Also you don't get a block or a dodge (certain jobs do sort of get a dash ability, but it's not great), so a lot of the time against a lot of kinds of enemies your options are basically limited to just take damage and deal with it, which I'm gonna be honest is stupid and not fun. Yes it does incentivize you to cook food/throw stuff in the juicer and use those things to heal yourself, but it's just annoying going into the menu to use them, and it's not particularly satisfying cheesing boss fights by drinking 14 glasses of juice instead of like...actually using the combat mechanics the game provides you?

If you can get past that most other stuff is pretty enjoyable though. I liked the art style more than most of Squenix's big main games these days like what I've seen of FF16, and there's some unreasonably great music in it. Like they did not have to go this hard in 5/8 or whatever in the farming game about farming, but I'm glad they did because it's kind of amazing. Thank you Go Shiina for your excellent work.

So yeah, definitely not a game for everyone if you're not into the kinda weird combination of things it tries to do and (mostly) succeeds at, but if it is your kind of thing it's a surprisingly fun world and collection of characters and unexpectedly well done story. Like I liked the storytelling more than in probably 90% of Final Fantasy games I've played (which I know isn't saying that much because I perpetually complain about them, but still).

It's a game about running your own farm but also hope and the absence of it and what it means to be human, and I thought that was pretty neat.

#harvestella

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

Bringin' Home the Rain - Chapter 3: "Demons"

Masterlist

Fandom: MCU - Age of Ultron, Black Panther Pairing: Ulysses Klaue x F!Reader Word count: 5.9K Chapters: 3/5 Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary: You can't stop thinking about Klaue, and after an encounter where you find out he feels the same all you can think about is how you can get him to touch you again.

Warnings: Explicit Rating, Alcohol, Blood and Injury, Minor Injuries, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Age Difference, Masturbation, Smut, PWP, But a bit of Plot if you squint, Dirty Talk, Praise, Teasing, Oral (M! Receiving)

A/N: Well, there's a reason I separated the set up and turned this into five chapters! It was taking longer than expected, but then I remembered that it was more than twice as long as the first two and cut myself some slack. The smut is incoming, so thank you for your patience and your feedback so far, it's been lovely to read!

Title is from the song "Bringin' Home the Rain" by The Builders and the Butchers.

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You're dancin' with your demons baby You forgot your former lie It was hard swimming once And now you're daily diving in

You do end up asking Klaue for something.

Most of the space at the compound is in use, but while wandering around one night when you can’t sleep you find a set of doors leading to an unused tech wing: drafting rooms, large metal and wood shops, and most interestingly to you several smaller rooms each with TIG welding machines - something you haven’t been using very much in your current work - as well a welding table, a tungsten grinder, and built in fume extraction hood. Perfect.

TIG welding would give you a chance to practice your finer detail skills. It’s a technique that requires focus and steady hands, but at the same time you can be creative and “draw” with it, anything from an octopus to random patterns that might resemble a Rorschach test image. This was the other side of the coin of metallurgy, the one that allowed you to focus on the creation and the connection rather than worrying about pure functionality and the end result. 

When you tell your shift lead Tom, a short but very broad Irishman, that you want to get in touch with Klaue he looks surprised and then mildly concerned.

“Everything’s fine!” you assure him. “He just said to let him know if there was anything that I needed and, well, there’s something that I need.”

“Ok, sure, I’ll let him know,” he says, relieved but still uncertain, his expression indicating that he might think that you’re crazy for actively looking to draw Klaue’s attention, and you certainly can’t blame him for that.

Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to think of very much other than Klaue in the two weeks since your last encounter. You thought that maybe after a few days of giving in to the persistent thoughts of him that the feelings would temper, but as it turns out they only intensified. Most nights now, and sometimes mornings (and showers), your mind is drawn to him and your hand finds its way between your legs, though you keep his name clenched firmly behind your teeth.

The skull tattoo visible beneath an unbuttoned collar, muscle and tendon flexing beneath the ink as strong arms pick you up and press you against the wall.

You try to reason with yourself: You know that he’s not the kind of man you should be thinking this way about to begin with, not to mention that he barely touched you, and you have no idea if he even thinks about you at all, so why are you torturing yourself?

It’s not like you’ve never been interested in sex before, you’ve had plenty of good, even great sex. However you’d admit that your experiences tended to be mediocre more often than not, and generally speaking it wasn’t something that was typically front of mind for you. If you weren’t in a relationship sometimes weeks could go by and you’d find yourself barely thinking about it, and when it did happen it felt like it was more about scratching an itch than satisfying any particular need.

You’ve never ached for it before. Not like this.

Fingers curled in your hair, tongue moving relentlessly against yours and you’re unable to hold back the sounds he's drawing from you.

Two days after your request you’re surprised when you sleepily check your morning messages and see one from Klaue. 

You quickly sit up in bed and start typing a reply explaining what you found and what you want to do, and he responds back that that was fine and you could use the tools, but you would have to buy any extra materials and maintain the equipment yourself. Not a problem, you assure him, typing the last message with one hand and wondering how he would react if you sent him a photo so could see what your other hand was doing right now.

Kneeling between your thighs, hovering there for agonizing seconds, waiting for you to beg him.

You clear out several garbage bags worth of debris and old materials from the room, wipe down all the surfaces, and test everything to make sure it actually turns on. Finally you drag a ragged but solid (and very heavy) two seater couch that you found in the metal shop down the hall to complete the space.

The following week all of your new supplies have arrived and you’re spending some time after your shift taking inventory. Your gear is laid out, tungsten welding rods along with nickel, magnesium, and copper filler rods are all sorted, and the base material - your stainless steel canvas - has been cleaned and polished and is ready for you to finally get started during your free day tomorrow. 

You’re trying to decide what kind of design you want to start with when the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with awareness and when you whip your head around you see Klaue leaning against the doorway and watching you with a look that makes your breath catch. 

“Oh, Klaue. Hi, uh, I didn’t know you were back." 

He pushes his shoulder off of the doorframe and saunters into the room. 

“Got back this morning, just here for a couple of days. I wanted to see what all this was about,” he says, gesturing to the table as he comes to stand beside you.

“Ok, sure,” you say, relieved to have something to talk about and to keep your focus off of him. “Well, like I said before I want to work on my detail skills with the TIG welder so that I don’t get too rusty. Plus it’ll give me something to do inside now that it’s getting colder, and I always find it benefits my work all around.”

Klaue looks at the gear and papers that are spread across the table. “And how are you planning to do that?” 

You’re surprised that he actually seems...interested? And it’s been so long since you talked to someone about the craft that you eagerly start explaining.

“Ok, so TIG welding,” you look at him but then immediately look away when you’re see how blue his eyes are, even under the harsh fluorescent lights. “It makes a finer weld seam, and I can use that to create these intricate designs.” 

“And the different alloys make different colors?” He indicates the rows of filler rods you have lined up on the table. 

“Yes, exactly. Also some are shiny and some have more of a matte finish. Before you got here I was just debating if I wanted to start with a specific design or go with something more abstract and just kinda wing it,” you shrug. “That would probably be better since it’s going to be a mess to start with anyway, at least until I get the rhythm of it again.”

Klaue moves behind you, reaching around your body for the stack of designs and rifling through them. He stays close to you though, close enough that in the cool air of the room you can feel the warmth of him and your body is reacting swiftly, heat building with a throb between your thighs and you have to concentrate to keep the tremor out of your breath. 

He picks out a swirling design that emulates the plumes of waves crashing together. Or maybe flames.

“Like this?” Klaue’s voice is rough and low and it goes straight to your center. You're so keyed up that the sound of it combined with his proximity causes something in your brain to short circuit, and it’s involuntary when the muscles of your cunt clench and then your back is arching with a reflexive roll of your hips. 

It’s then that you find out how close he actually is when your ass makes contact with the front of his pants. You mindlessly revel in the sensation for a split second before realizing what you’ve done, and then you gasp and pull away in shock.

“Oh god, I’m sorry- '' you start to fumble out an apology but suddenly Klaue’s hands are on your hips, pulling you back against him, and you can feel it when he groans. Pushing you forward he traps you between the table and his body and when you feel the stiffening length of him pressing into your ass it’s your turn to moan as you lean back into him, unable to stop your hips from rolling again in response.

Your back is flush with Klaue’s broad chest and he presses his face into your neck, nosing into your hair. Hot puffs of breath torture your skin while his hands keep a bruising grip on you, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

“You’re going to drive me fucking insane.” he growls.

“I am??” you gasp. “You’re the one- !” You try to turn around to face him but he pushes you roughly back against the table with a rattle of metal and holds you in place, your own hands flying up to brace yourself against the weight of him.

“Yes”, he hisses against your ear. “Since the night you walked right up to me in that bar. You know I saw you as soon as I walked in? All alone,” he tsked. “Saw you staring at that other table, as if any of those men - those boys,” he spits out the word with disdain, “could give you what you need.” 

His hands leave your hips to brush up your sides, gathering up the hem of your shirt so that his fingers can find your skin beneath it. The metal of his rings is cool but his fingers seem to scald you and you’re sure they must be leaving behind blackened streaks of ash in their wake; he’s barely touched you and you’re burning.

“Oh?” you say, your voice coy even as you’re becoming breathless, panting at his words. “And you think you know what I need?” And, god, it's impossible to imagine at this moment that there's anyone in the world who is less capable of backing down than you.

Klaue growls again and the vibration drives your senses to the edge of reason. He’s rutting slowly and shamelessly against you, the now very hard curve of his erection digging into the swell of your ass. He still has you pinned which is preventing you from finding some relief, some friction of your own, and all you can do is squeeze your thighs together to try to ease some of the desperate ache that’s building deep in your belly.

“Yes, I think I fucking do, darling- “

Before he can say anything else you hear voices coming from down the hallway. Klaue suddenly pulls away from you and you find that you’re almost frantic at the loss while still trying to process that “darling”.

“Boss?” says David, standing in the doorway and looking between the two of you. He must be able to see how flustered you are, flushed and wide eyed, but mercifully he makes no outward indication that he notices. “The Minister is almost ready. Line three in your office.”

You finally dare to look at Klaue, dark eyed and disheveled and hanging onto his control by a thread. You desperately want him to stay, want to grab onto him for dear life and beg him to fuck you until you can’t breathe.

But he doesn’t and you don’t and he finally turns away without saying anything else and follows David out of the room.

You keep taking deep breaths until you start to calm down, the vibration in your body eventually dispersing to a faint prickle in your extremities. As you breathe you circle back around to something he had said, and at first you're furious because how dare he when he was the one driving you insane. But those feelings are quickly forgotten when your mind finally catches up to what the fuck just happened, followed swiftly by the realization that yes, Klaue has in fact been thinking about you.

If you hadn’t been interrupted how far would it have gone? Would he have bent you over, pushed your pants down around your thighs and bruised your hips against the table as he fucked your from behind? He had been so close, thin layers of fabric the only barrier separating you from a shift of his hips and the relief of his cock sinking into you.

That night is the first time his name slips off your tongue on a shaky moan when you come. It’s also the first time that it leaves you wanting, your own touch not enough now that you know the feeling of his hands on your skin, now that you know the way his cock feels grinding against you, thick and so fucking hard

You’ve tipped over the edge, you had a while ago in fact, and like waking from a half dream with a start you finally accept how long you’ve been falling. All you can think of is Ulysses Klaue and you’re no longer interested in pretending that you don’t, you just know that you really need to find a way to get him to touch you again.

You don’t see Klaue at all the next morning and after lunch you’re back in your workroom and finally ready to get started on the first design, hoping that it will double as a distraction. All of your gear is prepped and you’re checking the pressure on the argon tank when you see a familiar shape in your peripheral. Your heart rate spikes and you immediately straighten up in anticipation before realizing with a sting of disappointment that he’s not alone, there are two other men waiting outside in the hall.

Preoccupied by something on his phone Klaue doesn’t look at you when he speaks.

“I need you to make a run to Bucharest."

You pause in confusion because that was not what you were expecting him to say at all, and it takes you a moment to parse his words.

“It’s a small exchange. My usual people are already occupied with other jobs and this is time sensitive."

You finally clue in to what he’s talking about: this is one of those non-skill related things you were told might be expected of you when you started, and evidently your number has finally come up.

Now, you’ve always convinced yourself that you don’t actually have a death wish, that you just enjoy a good adrenaline rush is all, however you start to seriously question this after what you say next.

“Uh, no.” you reply simply. 

Maybe it's the frustration spilling over from yesterday, or the fact that he’s seemingly so unbothered as if he hadn’t had his cock pressed against you in this exact space less than twenty-four hours ago. Either way you’re so irritated by this interruption that your sense of self-preservation has evidently decided to zip off to another reality. 

"This is my time,” you continue. “I earned it, and I’m not particularly interested in being a ‘gopher’ right now.” 

Well, he’s definitely looking at you now, but other than his eyes searing into yours you receive no other reaction from him, and apparently deciding to ignore your refusal Klaue continues on.

“It should be a four hour round trip, and if you leave now you’ll be back before sundown.” The tone of his voice might sound even but his posture is tense and coiled, and even though you know that you should really take the chance he’s offering you, you just can’t make yourself do it.

“Listen, I work my ass off, I pull my weight around here and then some. I finally have everything ready to go here and I just want to relax for five fucking minutes.” 

A muscle in Klaue’s jaw twitches and he levels his gaze at you, dark salt and pepper curls falling across his forehead. His next words are quiet but no one could miss the simmering threat in them.

“You knew what you signed up for with this job,” his voice is so low that you nearly have to strain to hear him. “Everyone’s all the way in on this and sometimes that means doing what needs to be done when it needs to be done. No questions asked.” 

“But-”

He holds up a hand to silence you, his eyes dark and hinting at the danger that awaits if you continue pushing.

You’re only a few inches different in height but as Klaue squares his shoulders and steps toward you his anger fills all corners of the room, making it feel as though he’s towering over you. As he crosses the boundary into your personal space you force yourself to hold your ground and your nose fills with the scent of sweat and oil and something earthy, like juniper. 

“So even if you weren’t the best person available right now,” Klaue tilts his head down until he’s just inches away from your face. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it.”

Your eyelids flutter and you barely manage to suppress a moan as your sex throbs at his words. Staring up at him you’re overwhelmed by the thought that if you rose up on your toes you could easily close the gap between your mouths, however a single sane thought manages to cut through the haze of lust to remind you that he’s waiting for a response. While it doesn’t make you any less pissed off you know that he’s right.

“Fine,” you say curtly. “Whatever you need.”

He hesitates briefly, eyes flicking quickly down to your mouth.

“Good,” he finally says, stepping away. “You’ll need to leave immediately, I’ll send you the location and instructions.”

“Great.” you reply, a false sweetness in your voice.

Almost out the door he stops and turns back to look at you one more time.

“You should be careful, darling.” Klaue says, a dangerous smile playing across his face. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble.” And then once again he’s gone.

“Goddamnit”, you mutter and let out a shaky breath, then gather your things and run back to your quarters to change.

* * * * * * * * * *

You actually enjoy the drive, as much as you hate to admit it. It’s late September and the leaves are already well painted with their fall colours at the higher elevations, but it’s still comfortable enough that you’re able to keep the window down most of the way there, although even the roar of the wind isn’t doing much to muffle your thoughts.

Your entire body feels like a live wire, like he’s still touching you, and god it felt so good when he was touching you. It felt so good to come undone under his hands as he coaxed out something familiar, drawing to the surface the part of you that craves the rush, finding it there in the rock of your hips and then giving you permission to stop trying to tamp it down.

You shake your head to clear it as you arrive at the pickup location, grateful for the distraction. There is some brief tension when they don't immediately recognize you as one of the usual operatives, but once the ringleader confirms who you are things kick into gear, and you’re surprised by how smoothly everything goes. You hand them the sealed manila envelope that you were given, after which several unmarked containers are loaded in the back of the truck.

Once the exchange is complete you text Klaue confirmation as he’d instructed - moments later the other men all look at their phones, and evidently seeing what they want they lose interest and wave you along.

As you’re about to drive away your phone pings with another message and you stop to read it:

“Good girl.”

You make a sound that’s a cross between a laugh and a moan and then rest your head between your hands on the steering wheel. Something you’ve learned about Klaue is that there is nothing unintentional about what he says or does, so you know he did that on purpose. Because he guessed what it might do to you. 

“Yes, I think I fucking do, darling.“

And once again he's right because the thought of his voice speaking those words in a rough whisper against your ear has you burning, no longer shocked by how quickly you’re nearly writhing with arousal.

You don’t have time to wallow, though, the sun is setting and you’d rather not be driving through the mountains in the dark, so taking a breath you throw the truck into gear and turn back onto the road, once again driving with the windows down. The air is getting colder now with the sun close to setting yet it does even less now to distract you than before as his words repeat over and over again in your head.

You really just want to go straight back to your quarters but you still need to clean up the mess you left behind after leaving in a rush. 

Back in your workroom you hastily go to drop your bag and jacket on the couch but instead you get scared out of your wits, gasping comically as you grab your chest when you register the unexpected shape that’s already sitting there.

And of course it’s Klaue, chuckling infuriatingly at your startled reaction.

“What the hell!" you exclaim when you finally catch your breath. "What are you doing here??"

He doesn’t say anything, and after a few moments you gesture a wordless “Well?” 

It’s then you notice that his eyes are focused on your body rather than anything you might be saying. With a flush it occurs to you that other than accidentally getting partially undressed when you were hurt, Klaue hasn’t seen you wearing anything other than your work clothes since you got here, only ever the heavy and shapeless garments meant to protect you when you’re welding. Seeing you now in just the black leggings and fitted Henley you’d changed into before leaving for Bucharest seems to have caught him off guard.

After brazenly dragging his gaze over you for what feels like an eon Klaue finally leans forward and rests his forearms on his knees, eyes focusing directly on you now. 

“You seem to be forgetting that I own this building. And you're only here", with raised eyebrows Klaue looks around the room to make his point, "because I allowed it."

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a breath, all of the earlier frustration is rushing back in and you don’t have the patience to argue with his non-answer.

“You know what?” you say with a resigned sigh. “You're right. That's fine. Just don’t move my stuff around when you're in here. Please.” He leans back against the couch with a smirk and seems to turn his attention back to whatever he was working on when you walked in.

With a sigh you start to clear off of the table and put away your tools, all the while silently seething at him and painfully aware of his existence in your space. So maybe when you stretch your arms over your head to ease the stiffness from the long drive you arch your lower back a little. And maybe you bend over a bit further than strictly necessary to put something away on a low shelf, tilting your hips so that your ass is on display. With satisfaction you hear a sharp intake of breath behind you but when you look back Klaue still seems to be focused on his phone.

His posture seems relaxed with one arm stretched out along the back of the faded cushions and knees casually spread wide. As you watch, though, he shifts his hips and smooths a hand down his thigh, and when your eyes wander to his lap you lick your lips when clearly see the outline of his erection through the fabric. 

At first you wonder what he’s waiting for but then you find that you don’t really care, and a calm settles over you as you realize that you’re done waiting. 

Oh, I drive you crazy? Fucking watch me.

You gather your things and then make as if you’re going to leave, but instead of walking out you close the door and let your bag drop to the floor with a thud. 

The sound brings his attention back to you and confused but intrigued his eyes slide over your body as you stride over to stand in front of him.

“Undo your pants,” you say, looking down at him.

Klaue’s eyes fly up to meet yours, his lips parting slightly. 

“Pardon?” he rumbles, after a beat. His voice is steady but you don't miss another shift of his hips.

You tip your chin toward his belt and say again, “Undo your pants”.

A smile slowly crooks the corner of his mouth but it doesn't do a thing to mask the storm behind his eyes.

“If I have to ask again I’m just going to leave”, you said straightforwardly and begin to turn away.

That seems to break the spell and blindly tossing his phone aside Klaue’s hands move quickly to the buckle of his belt as you step the rest of the way forward to drop to your knees in front of him and he grins when he registers what you’re doing. 

“You been thinkin’ about this for a while, darling?” he asks with a Cheshire glint in his eyes as he draws down the zipper.

You run your hands up his thighs and when you slide a hand over where he’s straining against his underwear you can feel that he’s already almost fully hard, twitching under your fingers. 

“Seems like you have been,” you reply with a squeeze to illustrate your point, his groan cutting off any retort while you teasingly stroke along his length.

You don’t last long doing this though, you need more of him, so you reach your hands up to tug at his waistband. Taking the hint Klaue braces his booted feet on the floor to lift his hips, steadily working both layers down until they’re finally low enough to free his erection which drops heavy between his thighs. He’s deliciously thick, curving smoothly up to where the head is already dark and leaking precum, and you’re unable to suppress a low whine when he wraps a hand around himself to languidly stroke his length.

“Is this what you want, hm?” Klaue’s voice is a rough and he smirks at your hungry expression as you watch his fist sliding over his cock. 

“Not quite,” you reply and lick your lips as your own hand joins his to wrap around the thickness of him, finally feeling him. He draws a hissed breath through his teeth and removes his hand so you can work him properly. 

You use your thumb to spread the bead of precum around the head, drawing your hand down to the brush of hair at the base of him and then back up, your eyes following the trail up his belly to where you can see it meet the edge of tattoo that looks like the tail of a crocodile. You wish briefly that you could get his shirt off of him but your focus is drawn back to his cock and how fucking good it feels in your hand, hot and silky under your fingers.

“Do you think about this when you touch yourself?” Klaue hums and you look up so that you can watch his face as your hand strokes him, the focused expression in his eyes belying the heat behind them. 

“I think about a lot of things,” you say, confirming his implication with a teasing smile. “Like you bending me over that table and fucking me, hard, leaving the door open so anyone could see how much I want it.” You tighten your grip on him as you speak, deeply satisfied when his eyes go dark and hooded and he moans, and you definitely need him to do more of that, so you finally do what you’ve been wanting since you caught that shift of his hips and lean down to close your lips around him. 

It’s your turn to moan as the head of his cock pushes into your mouth and it’s answered by an intoxicating rumble as your lips and tongue slide down and around his now achingly hard length, starting off slow, savoring the tang of him as you explore every ridge and curve. You run the flat of your tongue from the base to the tip of his thick shaft, then swirl it around the head and along the sensitive underside before releasing him with a wet pop and starting over again.

You can feel how wet you’re getting just from this and when you look up the sight of his dark and greedy expression has you nearly coming undone. An aching throb rolls through your slick sex and you don’t mean to whimper a needy sound around him but you do, and Klaue grins when he hears it.

“You might’ve been playing coy, but I knew how much you’d love having my cock in your mouth,” he rumbles.

Well, you can’t exactly argue with that so instead you suck - hard - hollowing out your cheeks and allowing the pressure to drag him further into your mouth. Klaue’s eyes squeeze shut and with a startled inhale he’s groaning long and deep and you’d swear before god that you can feel it against your tongue.

As you continue to suck him in and out of your mouth like this you feel his fingers slide into your hair and tighten into a fist. He’s not pushing down, right now just following the steady bobbing movement of your head, but you can feel the edge of want in his grip and your scalp stings under his touch, your entire body aching in response.

As good as it feels and as much as you would love to give in and let him take control, you instead pull your mouth off of him before he can push any harder.

"None of that”, you say, gratified when he rolls his hips upward in protest, mindlessly seeking for the lost heat and sensation. "You can fuck my mouth later", you purr as your hand continues a teasing rhythm along his length that’s now slick from your mouth. "But right now I'm going to suck your cock."

You barely recognize your own voice, desperate and demanding and full of aching need as you sit back between his Klaue’s thighs while he stares down at you, chest heaving and eyes hooded with a combination of frustration and lust.

“You want me to keep sucking your cock, don’t you?” Then, keeping your eyes on his you lower your mouth and flick your tongue through the slit at the tip of him to gather more of the precum that’s leaking there now.

Klaue growls at that and you can see the thoughts warring behind his eyes. You don’t know if this man who is so used to taking what he wants will allow you to take instead, but you don’t want to let him think too long on which he wants more so you squeeze his cock hard enough to elicit a startled hiss, returning his focus to you with a surge of heat.

“Yes,” he grits out, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

If he was going to say anything else he doesn’t have the chance, the word is barely out when your lips are around him again and you throb at the sound of relief he makes when as your mouth returns to its ministrations. You’re surprising yourself with how much you really fucking want this, how much you love how hard he is under your tongue, and how delirious you feel as he nearly begs you, cursing and mumbling thickly, “Fuck, just like that.”

You take him further into your mouth, your lips stretching wide around him as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, not taking him in all the way but enough to make your eyes start to water and to tease him with the tightening sensation.

“Fucking perfect mouth, Christ” he pants. “Looks so good with my cock in it.” Klaue’s words send another frisson of heat to your already soaked center and you can’t help rolling your hips in time with the movements of your mouth, and you know that he can see it. 

“Wish it was inside your tight cunt instead?” he says, teasing, and you moan around him because of course you fucking do and all of your focus is required to keep up your rhythm as think about where else he could stretch you open.

He’s starting to pant as he watches where he’s almost disappearing into your mouth while your hand continues a twisting stroke at the base of him.

“Fuck, gonna come soon, darling,” Klaue groans a warning, his voice straining against the fraying edges of his control.

You desperately want to make him come like this, want to feel him pulsing on your tongue and coating your mouth. However, the part of you that makes you want to jump off a cliff into the waiting ocean below, the chaotic part that you love and that’s felt so uncertain since you met Klaue is finally back in control and, well, it wants something else. It wants to fall.

Pulling back and shallowing your movements again you quicken your pace, and even though he’s still trying to temper his thrusts he can’t help flexing his hips so that his cock slides up through your spit-slicked fist. His tone shifts from pleasure to a more urgent need with every wet suck of your mouth until the only sound he’s making is a panting grunt that matches your rhythm as you feel him nearing his edge.

Then without warning you quickly pull your mouth and hands off of him and sit back, Klaue’s expression one of confused desperation, dark and unfocused.

“Finish yourself,” you demand.

Klaue’s eyes lock onto yours as a hand moves quickly to grip his cock and then you watch him jerk himself fast and rough and harder than you ever could have. He tenses suddenly, his expression momentarily frozen somewhere between agony and bliss and then his body bows forward and he’s coming with a strangled groan while you watch mesmerized as ropes of come spill thickly over his fist and on to his stomach. 

As Klaue strokes himself through the last spasms of his climax you stand up, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm and eyeing him appraisingly. Then, feeling absolutely high as a kite, you grab your things from where you had dropped them earlier and before he has a chance to recover you open the door and walk out the room.

Maybe if you’d looked back at him one more time you would have walked a little more quickly as you made your way back to your quarters. 

Because if you had looked back you would have seen a single thing burning in his eyes as they followed you out:

Run.

Thank you for reading! I hope the wait was worth it (and we're not done yet.)

Also, here's an example of the TIG welding art that's mentioned, it's actually really cool!

#bringin' home the rain fic #ulysses klaue #ulysses klaue x f reader #ulysses klaue x reader #ulysses klaue x you #mcu #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

So I already got this twice so I guess I should try to get an answer out ^^;; It's... really a tough task though, but here we go! I can’t really pick a clear favorite of them all, so they’re just in random order. (Or actually, I guess they're in the order in which they've last been updated/posted.)

1. Caught Between, my Hikaru no Go fic where Sai's a real kid with dreams of turning go pro, an intersex condition, and not... the greatest parents in the world, I guess. (His mom has grown on me though.) I've talked about this fic a lot before, so I'll just say that I'm so glad I finally started posting it and that I've managed to nearly reach the end - still need to wrap things up, but at Sai's finally where he wants to be in live, so in that regard, all's fine.

2. blind alley, Assassination Classroom fic which, as usual for me, is basically about Shuu's relationship with his dad. The summary is rather short: "One day, Gakushuu decides to end it all. Just, all does not end that easily." I've said it before, I don't even know why I like this fic so much. Maybe I'm just a sucker for sad things? I don't think I've ever said anything about the title, have I? Cause this is a rare case where I didn't have to struggle to come up with a title only to end up with something mediocre. I was originally going to name this Dead End, cause stupid puns & Shuu being in a sense stuck in one, but then realized that blind alley refers to the same thing, plus it has the word "blind" in it... and you could say Shuu is blind to the truth for a good while there. (why I decided not to capitalize it, I don't know. Sometimes things just look better like that to me.)

3. oneironautics, AssClass & The Sandman crossover (no knowledge of Sandman required.) Again, Shuu and his dad are in the spotlight. It's just that I like Gakushuu, I found Gakuhou simply... intriguing. What's going on his brain? How did he really go so crazy? I've never felt like Ikeda's death would have been quite enough for that. They hadn't even been in touch for years! So, yeah, I guess one goal for me in this fic was to create him one potential background where all the problems have their roots. Also, writing dreams is fun. ^^

4. Ok, those first three were clear, but now it's getting hard. I've two random Hikaru no Go fics in mind here... maybe I'll pick the one that showcases my fic-naming abilities, It’s the Zombie Apocalypse! XD Its birth was absolute randomness, once upon a time in the hikago community on Dreamwidth people were playing Let’s Five on Hikago Day. Someone asked who'd be the five characters who'd survive the zombie apocalypse, and reading the answers I was attacked by a rabid plotbunny. This fic... it was just so fun to write. And I like how it's got a true ending and a bad ending (the reader's choice determines which you get.) (And, dammit, I'll mention the other fic I was just considering too: Chika-go, the Hikago & Dresden Filess crossover. Another fic that was really fun to write. And it has my first ever battle scenes. XD Also, I like the title for various reasons. ^^)

5. Then, finally: The End of Silence (The All Paths Lead to God of Go Remix), yet one more Hikago fic. This is perhaps a bit surprising choice, but I can’t help it… there’s something about this little fic I really like. It’s a remix, as you see (tho in all honesty it’s more like a sequel than a real remix, I feel), of Flonnebonne’s drabble The Silent Path where Akari, not Hikaru, was the one to end up with Sai. I had always wanted to write about Akari more, but somehow never had any inspiration. This (though I'm sure it's not exactly what anyone expects XD) fixed that.

#I feel like The House should have been mentioned in this too... #assassination classroom #hikaru no go #my fics #asks

[msmargaretmurry]

I hated HIM soo much!! something about the way the authors wrote gay and bi people rubbed me the wrong way and I could never get over it. But I will say I loved heated rivalry (the game changers book) with my whole heart, even though the other books in the series were not for me. The main couple never reminded me of sid/ovi mainly because it’s impossible for me to visualize sidney crosby in any kind of sexual scenario :/

✨🌟💕💖HIM haters unite!!!💖💕🌟✨

scream, sorry to sidney crosby but this is so funny to me. i support you. you're so valid.

i told someone else that when i answered this ask that i'd elaborate a little on why HIM didn't work for me, but i'm going to put that stuff under a cut in case there are secret HIM fans on here who are getting really tired of me dragging a book they like, lmao.

ok so it has been a while since i read it so i might not remember all the details, but here were my biggest turn-offs for that book. some of these are things i would let slide if other parts of the book were better. like, i WILL let clunky writing slide if the story/characters are really good (but if the story/characters are also bad i just get more pissy about it the more i read). some of these though... eesh.

the writing. sorry, the writing was not very good!! if i am reading a book and i can't stop line-editing in my head as i go, the story is gonna have to do some really heavy lifting to win me over. the worst part for me was how there were a whole bunch of instances where i would read a sentence and go "hm, that's a weird word choice" because the word choices were just like... slightly off of what they were probably supposed to mean? like someone had pulled then from a thesaurus without actually understanding the nuance in meaning between the synonyms. it was really distracting.

the pacing/worldbuilding. this book constantly did the thing where it introduced a person, place, or concept the moment it became important instead of building those things into the story along the way so that when they became important it didn't feel like it was being made up on the spot. once again, really distracting!

the protagonists. the first few chapters made an attempt at developing distinct voices for the two protagonists but that was all out the window by like a quarter of the way through. they had minor personality differences but other than that were near-identical cringeworthy sports bro stereotypes.

the way every woman was treated in the story???? gross

the way bisexuality was treated in the story?????? GROSS

the HOCKEY. this book actually lulled me into a sense of false security because the first few chapters did a decent job with the frozen four, but after that? absolute nonsense. the main characters are college prospects the summer before they go pro and the book had NO grasp of how that process looks or works. like for example one of them is a goalie and his big existential crisis is "i don't know if going pro will be worth it if i'm not immediately the starting goalie for the nhl team i sign with." WELL BUDDY YOU'RE NOT GONNA BE. BECAUSE OF HOW DEVELOPMENT WORKS. WHICH YOU AS A HOCKEY PLAYER AT THIS LEVEL WOULD DEFINITELY KNOW ABOUT. HOPE THIS HELPS. just, no idea how the player-agent relationship works, no idea how the agent-team relationship works, no idea how the prospect-team relationship works.

the sex scenes read like the author(s) learned everything they knew about gay sex from reading mediocre fanfiction published in 2012

(!!!!!!!!!!SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!) the part at the end when whats his face comes out to his nhl team's pr guy and the pr guy is like "no problem buddy we actually already knew because we cyber-stalk all of our prospects! we actually drafted you because we'd been getting some heat for letting all our players of color go and thought a gay player would show we value diversity! so when you wanna come out publicly we already have the press release done!" and whats his face is like huh kinda weird but cool ok! ABSOLUTELY B O N K E R S. not that i wouldn't put it past an nhl team to be like that but oh my god don't act like it's cool and normal instead of total nightmare fuel??

okay. sorry. i'm done now. i buddy-read this book with a friend and she couldn't even finish it because she also hated it. i know a lot of people liked this book according to goodreads, and obviously people are allowed to like things that are not to my taste but lordy. what a bad time for me personally!!!

#ask #hockey for ts #i try not to be this much of a hater on main usually but we can blame the painkillers #also i don't think the title is actually supposed to be stylized in all caps as HIM but it's such a silly title i can't help myself

[pumpkinblossoms]

OK, in the spirit of positivity, here are my top reads of 2022!

A bit in the way of context: I am a librarian, I read a lot, and, for better or for worse, I live and breathe books/publishing buzz/ARCs/etc. The list below is purely based on my own fully biased opinions, though those biases have nothing to do with whether I had early access to a title, a connection to the publisher, etc. and everything to do with whether a book is sad, gory, or gay. And thanks @explosionshark for suggesting I write this up!

DEAD COLLECTIONS by Isaac Fellman: holy fuck was this book good. The whole “trans vampire falling in love and solving a quiet, sad mystery in the archive where he works” angle is catchy, but this is definitely not the fluffy or straightforward story some people are after. I really loved how vampirism is depicted as a life-ruining weakness rather than a cool and sexy superpower. I also really loved the multimedia aspect of including forum posts and TV scripts and listserv chains.

BABEL: AN ARCANE HISTORY by R.F. Kuang: I think some criticisms of this one, like that it’s slow and repetitive and a little didactic, are founded. However, I couldn’t care less. R.F. Kuang excels at unhurried school stories that slowly and brutally dismantle themselves over hundreds and hundreds of pages, and the formula she establishes in the excellent Poppy War trilogy is perfected here. This is what actual dark academia looks like–The Atlas Six could never.

KISS HER ONCE FOR ME by Alison Cochrun: I used to read a lot of contemporary romance, specifically f/f romance, but after being burned over and over and over and OVER by bad books I’m incredibly selective about what I read and recommend in this genre. I gave Alison Cochrun a ton of shit for her incredibly mediocre debut, The Charm Offensive, but I am totally willing to say that she’s improved, and this book–while still definitely goofy and even grating at times–was probably the best f/f romance out in 2022 from a major publisher other than Delilah Green (which I read in 2021 and therefore did not include in this list, but also whose sequel sucked so much it honestly made me like the first one less). Do me a favor and don’t even read the back copy because it doesn’t make any fucking sense and will turn you off the book.

THE PALLBEARERS CLUB by Paul Tremblay: hoooo boy. OK. So this one got dismal reviews from the Goodreads crowd, but I believe fully and genuinely in my heart that everybody is wrong about it and should feel bad about how wrong they are. The thing is, Paul’s books are slow and atmospheric (are you sensing a theme to what kind of books I tend to like best) and there are no easy answers or moments of triumph or anything you might be led to expect via publisher-created blurbs or taglines. And going into a book with one expectation and having that expectation remain unmet is one of the quickest and simplest ways to have a bad-faith negative reaction to said book, in my personal experience. Like, could this book have been scarier? Definitely. But I loved it regardless, and I loved that the physical format of the book–Art’s memoiry fiction draft, or fictiony memoir draft, depending on your perspective, plus his best friend Mercy’s commentary written in red in the margins–is the sort of embodied story that I love because it fucking sucks to read on a screen or an ereader. You’re tied to the format, either print or audio (which I hear was well done for this one, though I haven’t heard it myself), and that’s great to me.

THE THOUSAND EYES by A.K. Larkwood: In my opinion this duology is criminally, WOEFULLY underrated. Csorwe is a grumpy butch orc warrior and she spends most of her time getting herself and her terrible frenemies out of trouble and also falling in love with a powerful sorceress. This book is the second one and is gloriously angsty and everyone gets middle-aged and sad and yet they all still pine for one another across time and space. I cried. I’m not sorry. It’s GOOD.

AN ARCHIVE OF BRIGHTNESS by Kelsey Socha: ok, full disclosure, this is my wife’s book, but it came out in August and it’s a lovely group of interwoven weird little gay stories. I would’ve loved it even if I didn’t share a mortgage with the author, I promise. Like, people live in houses made of scorpion corpses. Come on.

Honorable mentions: I didn’t really feel like getting too much into YA here, but I really liked CONFESSIONS OF AN ALLEGED GOOD GIRL by Joya Goffney, which was a really honest and interesting exploration of purity culture and religion; HOW TO EXCAVATE A HEART by Jake Maia Arlow, an interfaith winter holiday f/f romance (what a year for holiday romances, sheesh); and HELL FOLLOWED WITH US by Andrew Joseph White, a really gross and sad book that also manages to be incredibly, gleefully YA even as the protagonist morphs into a horrifying monster.

I also didn’t want to mention anything that hasn’t been released yet, so HOW TO SELL A HAUNTED HOUSE by Grady Hendrix and SOME DESPERATE GLORY by Emily Tesh are both out, even though both were SO GOOD and you should be foaming at the mouth to get your hands on them next year. And lastly, I didn’t think The Locked Tomb series needed any extra hype and if you haven’t picked it up yet it’s not like I’m going to convince you, so I didn’t bother saying anything about NONA THE NINTH although it was really very good.

And finally: I’m currently reading WHEN THE ANGELS LEFT THE OLD COUNTRY by Sacha Lamb which absolutely fucking rips so far, very much Good Omens meets Spinning Silver, but I haven’t finished it yet so it didn’t seem fair to count. I recommend it based on the first half, though!

PHEW ok that’s it! Send me your recs please!!

#books #the locked tomb #the unspoken name #grady hendrix #paul tremblay #horror #lgbtq books #romance novels #best books of the year