#they paralleled this shit so hard i gasped

[moonstruckme]

hello! i saw u were hoping for more eddie requests (or less marauders requests, was what you were getting at i think) n i was wondering if u had any thoughts on summer with eds? maybe night swimming…making out on a towel in the back of his van…lots to consider…

p.s. — ive yet to request anything from you, so this is my first chance to say how much i love your work! 🩷

Okay okay, you guys are wearing me down about writing summer blurbs. Twist my arm! Thanks for requesting love ;)

cw: pg-13 smut, mention of not eating

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 858 words

Eddie’s hair has dried frizzy, which doesn’t give you a lot of hope for yours. His skin is still sun-warm, and you shiver for reasons that are multiplying by the minute, pressing close as he mouths over the dip where your neck meets your shoulder. You’re not sure exactly how you’d ended up in Eddie’s lap. You’d climbed in the back of his van to get a towel, and somehow that towel had ended up spread beneath the both of you, scratching lightly at your bare shins as the sun slips below the horizon and your boyfriend brutalizes your neck. He bites down just this side of too hard, making you gasp. 

“Eddie,” you plead, fingers winding in his hair. “We can’t do this here.” 

He releases the skin of your neck with a lewd suctioning sound, moving to that place under your ear that gets you melty like a popsicle in July. His hands grip your ass, squeezing indulgently as you squirm in his lap. “Says who?” 

“Says—” He kisses that favored spot and your head falls to the side to accommodate him, an embarrassingly needy sound escaping you. “—says, I don’t know—the cops.” 

Eddie’s laugh is so raucous he has to pull away. You’re not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. His hands slide to your hips, grounding you as he looks at you with eyes wide and incredulous. “The cops?” he asks. 

You swallow, nodding. You have this horrible vision of Jim Hopper himself getting a call about the suspicious van parked by the lake, coming over and shining a flashlight into the open back doors to find you both naked and in the middle of things. 

Eddie laughs some more, shoulders shaking with it, and you can’t help but snicker a little too just because he is. “Baby, the cops don’t give a shit about what we’re up to. I’m sure they have better things to do.” 

You shoot him a look, because you both know damn well that when Hawkins isn’t being threatened by monsters from a parallel universe, it’s completely dead around here. 

“Let’s go back to your place,” you urge. “This towel’s all wet anyway, and I wanna shower.” 

Eddie makes himself at home in the juncture of your neck again, kissing lazily. “S’not enough room in my shower for both of us,” he complains.

“We can pick this back up after, I know—shit, Eds—” Without warning, his hand slips up to palm your tit, pushing aside the scant covering of your swimsuit. You try to sound reasonable. “I know I taste like lake water.” 

“Mhm. It’s hot.” 

“It’s gross.” 

“You’re gross.” He pauses, lips lifting momentarily from your shoulder. “Okay, wrong comeback. I’m distracted. It’s not gross, baby.” His grip tightens on you a second before he licks up the side of your neck, holding you in place when you squeal and try to get away. “Mm, yummy lake water.” 

“You’re disgusting,” you laugh, leaning back and setting your hands on his shoulders so he can’t try it again. 

“Aw, come on.” A thick finger slips under the elastic of your bikini bottoms, tracing a line around your hip as his other hand squeezes your boob lightly. Eddie grins at your tiny inhale. “Have a little fun.” 

“Eddie,” you say warningly. 

“Yes?” Another finger joins the first, your swimsuit stretching to accommodate them. 

“I want to go home.” You imbue your voice with as much firmness as you can. When Eddie pouts, you go for the kill. “I’m getting really hungry.” 

Immediately, the wickedness leaves his expression, replaced by a sweet concern. “Yeah?” The elastic of your swimsuit snaps back into place, and you jolt. Eddie flattens his palm over the spot, rubbing apologetically. “I forgot, you barely had anything for lunch. You wanna drive through somewhere?” 

“No, I can make it until we get home,” you say softly, backpedaling a bit in the face of his caring. “I’m not dying, just a little hungry.” 

Eddie’s mouth pulls to one side. “You sure, sweet thing? It’s a bit of a drive back. We could grab McDonalds.” Your eyes widen, and his grin makes a return, this time crooked and dorky. “Yeah?” 

“That sounds amazing,” you admit. “Do you think they’ll give me a hashbrown even though it’s not breakfast yet?” 

“I’ll make sure they do.” He eases you off his lap, reaching over to close the back doors. You start looking around for your flip-flops. “I think they’re serving breakfast all day now anyways.” 

“Ugh, awesome.” You imagine the greasy taste, and your mouth floods with saliva. Shit, you actually are pretty hungry. Eddie climbs into the front seat, reaching for your elbow to help you over the console behind him. The material of the seatbelt feels warm and rough against your skin. “Just to be clear,” you say, “I didn’t mean that I wasn’t having a good time. We still should have a re-do later, after food and showers.” 

Eddie huffs a laugh, turning the keys in the ignition so the van rumbles to life underneath you. “No need for a re-do, baby. We’re just having an intermission.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x self insert #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fandom #stranger things x reader

[macfrog]

Just me up at 2am wondering how many times Joel replays that wedding hotel room night in his head 🤔

warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy, m masturbation, desperately horny joel word count: ~600 words

i think he thinks about that entire night and wonders what the fuck even happened there. the way the world tilted ever so slightly the moment he pulled open his front door and saw her on his porch – sunlight twinkling from her earrings, satin draped over her breasts in pale waves; the shameless flirting under the cover of rosé wine and beer, string bulbs and rainbow disco lights.

i mean, one minute he’s waving his newspaper at her like a grumpy old man, counting down the seconds until she’s skipping back over to her own fucking porch – the next he’s caging her against the bed in her hotel room, thinking if he doesn’t fuck her here n now, he might tear the entire place apart.

between the wedding and three weeks later? yeah, he might think about it – just a little.

might think about her dress, the shape of her body beneath it. the way it fell from her hips – just slipped down over her curves and pooled at her feet like venus emerging from the ocean. might think about her naked body: how, until that night, he’d only ever wondered about it – stealing sideways glances over the fence at her little shorts and tight vest tops. but now…now, he knows what she looks like. he’s seen her undress for him.

and i bet he thinks about her soft gasp when he first pushed inside, after she finally caught her breath again; feeling the size of him inside her, how he knew she didn’t expect him to be so big and so fucking hard for her. how much he had to focus on not coming within five thrusts, she was so fucking tight.

bet he thinks about it in the shower, one hand against the tiled wall, the other jacking himself furiously. mouthing the words he whispered in her ear as their bodies rocked together: how good she is for him, how pretty she looks all full of his cock. bet he still hears the echo of her moans, the sweet little laughs lilting from her lips.

and when he finds out she’s pregnant? shit.

when he’s watching the evidence of what they did grow right before his eyes? her body blooming: stomach swelling, breasts growing, her cheeks plumping and her skin glowing? knows that he’s the one who changed her forever? knows that it’s his baby she’s growing?

sure. he probably thinks about that part a normal amount, too.

and i bet he thinks about how he shouldn’t be thinking about it. about her.

not when he’s sure she wouldn’t look at him ever again, if not for their parallel driveways and the parallel lines on that pregnancy test. not when he’s trying to act his fucking age, date someone actually appropriate for a forty-eight-year-old with backache and still two decades off retirement.

but it makes it worse – the fact he shouldn’t be doing it. shouldn’t be relieving the heavy weight between his legs in the morning with the memory of her lips closing around his fingers, playing on a reel behind his eyelids.

shouldn’t be staring into space while he’s driving, hearing her giggles once they’d finished; feeling her nails as she drew shapes on his sweat-sticky chest. shouldn’t be thinking about her wandering around with his baby inside of her; her body growing ‘n changing all ‘cause of what they did together.

he shouldn’t be. he shouldn’t he shouldn’t he shouldn’t but jesus, he is. you fucking know he is.

dear reader, joel has absolutely wrecked the tape, the number of times he’s replayed that night. the vhs player is smoking.

#thank you for putting thoughts in my head and distracting me for the afternoon #i got zero work done from 1pm onwards :-) #chats w max #anon #sweet child o' mine #tw pregnancy

[bambi-slxt]

🤍𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐎𝐮𝐭 ~ 𝐩𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 (𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥)🤍

𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕨 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.1k

genres: established friendship

warnings: voluntary usage of sir, desperation, gentle!dom!matt, slight blasphemy, biting, slight choking.

notes from bambi: no use of y/n, poc friendly, thank you for all the love💋

pt. one here, pt. two here

Matt's hand shot out to yours, taking an iron grip around your wrist, his body braced on one singular, tensed, vein-covered arm. “Whoa, hey, nobody said to do anything crazy.”

You turned away from his unbearable gaze, pressing your nose into his arm, unable to hide your smile. 

Matt looked down at you and tilted his head. “Whattttt? What do you want, sweet girl?”

You mumbled, unable to look him in the eye.

In response, his free hand trailed down the bed, grazing your hip. Your skin twitched at the unexpected contact and his fingertips stepped carefully across your hip bone, over to the divet where the hem of your panties laid. Your stomach clenched again, but still you smushed your face into his arm, cheeks flushed red with sudden embarrassment as he chuckled.

The tip of his thumb found its way underneath the elastic-lined material, your insides lit up with fire, burning, in flames, oh god, and then he popped it, the bastard fuck. Not hard, but enough to make you jump with a whine.

“What do you want…use your words.” He slipped the rest of his hand into your panties, using the knee propped up on the bed to push your thighs apart. 

“I…I w–...”

“Hmm?” His hand cupped your clit and folds, warm and soft and soaking wet.

You shoved yourself into his palm, hands now gripping his arm like it was the last anchor to shore.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted silkily, pulling his hand away from your core, “Behave.”

“Please,” you breathed out, lowering the disobedient hips. “Please Matt…” A stuttered whimper. “I can't…I can’t finish without you, please, ohhhh god…” Your voice picked up at the end, pitched in shameless desperation.

Matt chuckled breathily, leaning down to speak softly, his voice warm and smooth in your ear. “God? No, baby. Me.” 

With that, he plunged his fingers into your pussy. 

Matt's thumb pressed against your clit, applying pressure and using your sticky-sweet juices to slide over the tangle of pleasure. One finger slipped in and out of you while his thumb continued its worshipful ministrations. 

Gasping, you clenched your teeth around the skin of his wrist, and he hissed at the pain. Matt caged you in fully now, held up by knees that dipped the mattress between your spread legs and the arm you were currently turning into a chew toy. His free hand, of course, continued its agonizingly slow, even-paced pleasuring of your squelching cunt. 

You dared to open your eyes and found yourself looking right at his cock. It stood at painful attention, parallel to the bed. Letting go of his arm, you stretched one hand down to take him into your palm. Matt shakily exhaled hot air down onto you. “Easy, baby. Easy…”

You looked up at him, emboldened. “Yes sir,” you said softly. His cock throbbed in your hand. In response, you clenched your pussy around his finger.

“Oh god,” he panted. Matt pushed his pelvis forward, his cock slipping easily though your hand with the lubrication of his pre-cum. He slid another finger inside of you, stretching your opening, and Matt's mouth mirrored your gasp of pleasure. “I know, baby…feels so good huh? There’s my girl.”

You continued to pump his cock, making sure to press against his tip with your thumb. “You feel so good,” you whispered, clinging to him with your other hand. 

“You like how I feel in your hand, sweetheart?” You nodded, biting your lip to keep the growing whimpers at bay. His thumb moved over your clit a little faster. “You like how I make you feel?”

“Yes, Matty…oh shit…” you replied. His hips had begun to match your earnest tugging on his cock, and Matt’s hand continued to work otherworldly magic on your core.

“So pretty falling apart for me.” Matt lowered his head, bracing his body on his elbow and resting his temple against your cheek. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”

His thumb flicked over your clit faster and lighter, his fingers pumping in and out of you, oh god, oh shit, fucking- your pussy spasmed, gushing pleasure. A warm wave of tingles washed over you, and your breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. But Matt didn't stop.

“M-Matty, I c-, I can't-”

“Can't what, baby?”

“I can't f-finish again-n, please please-”

Matt’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Ohhh, poor baby…I think you can,” he groaned, his breath hot and heavy.

You gasped, your overstimulated cunt weeping all over his relentless hand.

“Cum for me. Cum on my hand. Soak me. Good girl…there we go. Let it out. Ohhhhhhh baby…you're so pretty. Such a good girl.”

You collapsed back into the bed. “Ahhh…hahhhh…oh fuck…”

“Where do you want my cum, baby?” he said hoarsely, his brows tilted upwards. 

“All over me, Matty,” you whispered, springing into action, stroking his cheek with your free hand, the other trying to milk him dry. “Stomach, tits, neck, everywhere.”

He panted, leaning on both elbows now, his cock grazing your stomach as you pumped him. “Oh god, you- fuck, squeeze it just like that, Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah?” you cooed, slipping a hand up around him to rest on his bare back. “What is it, Matty?” You curled your fingers and dragged merciless nails across his skin. Matt arched into the pain with a gasp, humping your hand faster and faster. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna bust,” Matt groaned, his eyes locked onto yours. His lips hung open as he panted, heavy breath interwoven with shaky whines of desperation. “Ahhh, hahhh, fuckkkk…”

You clenched your hand around his cock, pumping faster, silently daring him to break eye contact. His eyelids flew open and he began to rut helplessly into your palm. Matt’s whimpers turned to cries, sticky cum spurting from his slit once, twice, three times, four, holy shit five, what the fuck six…and then he was done. Matt’s arms shook on either side of you and he’d let his head drop to your chest. “Holy god.”

“Yeah,” you whispered. 

“...I don’t think I can walk.”

“I definitely can’t.”

“Oh good.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Matt tried to lower himself over onto the other side of the bed, but he only just missed collapsing on top of you. “Sorry. Oh god.”

“It’s okay.” You looked over at him. “That was really fun, Matt.”

He rolled his head to look back at you. “You’re always fun.”

You smiled. “Thanks for uh. Helping me out with that.” He nodded with mock sincerity. “It was very…” you trailed off, still foggy.

“Helpful,” he supplied with a shit-eating grin.

You smacked his chest lazily and left your hand there. “Will you help me clean up?”

“Of course,” he said, kissing the back of your hand as he creaked and groaned off the bed. After tugging on a loose pair of shorts, he made his way to the door and turned over his shoulder. “Next time you read your dirty stories…I’d be more than happy to help you act it out again.”

Your jaw dropped, and Matt left the room with a chuckle.

#sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo fanfic #bambi slxt

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

See, this is the frustrating thing. Catradora COULD'VE been good enemies to lovers but, like someone wrote elsewhere, if both of them thought that the other was brainwashed.

"Catra, what the Horde is doing is wrong! Come with me, we'll escape together!" "What? No! Did the princesses brainwash you? Oh no they brainwashed you. Look, I'll just bring you back home and it'll all be okay."

"Catra still believes that the Horde is doing the right thing. I need to defeat her but I don't want to hurt her too badly." "Adora still believes that the Princesses aren't the villains here. I need to defeat her but I don't want to hurt her too badly."

Cue whole episodes of vaguely piney battles where both of them are holding back and eyeing each other longingly.

(Someone wrote somewhere that the incest could've been avoided if Adora was raised by Hordak and Catra by SW. This would also tie Hordak's and Adora's arcs together via "okay so I was born to become a weapon/soldier but fuck that I'm so much more than that.")

Princess prom allowing them to temporarily forget about the conflict and have fun like they used to. The dance is more reciprocal than "Catra smirking down at clearly uncomfortable Adora."

Shadow Weaver: alright, Catra, you suck at bringing Adora back. Let's just brainwash- uuuh, I mean magically undo the brainwashing the princesses did to her and bring her home. "But I don't wanna brainwash he-" DID I STUTTER.

Catra targeting Glimmer and Bow bc she perceives them as fake friends who have brainwashed Adora. All the spiel about "they don't really care about you they care about She-Ra's power" isn't manipulation, but something she genuinely believes.

Catra advancing at force captain and taking on more power, but in the process gradually realising that what the Horde is doing IS wrong. Cue an internal crisis because oops, everything she's known all her life is a lie. No, no! She refuses to accept that (Aka breakdown time) and kickstarts the faulty portal.

The portal Catra is twisted and deeply unlike herself, at her absolute and utter worst.

Post-Portal, Catra wakes up and, instead of doubling down, realises that she made a MASSIVE FUCK OFF MISTAKE and spends all of season 4 working on her redemption arc, having moral crises, beginning to feel more and more terrible about the past 3 seasons.

She joins the alliance at the end of s4 (gasp, cliffhanger!) and the rest do the cast slowly grow to trust her throughout the season. That's when she realises that Adora really wasn't brainwashed and APOLOGISES for all the things she did and thought.

"Hey Catra?" "Yeah?" "It's good to have you back." [cue blushing as C and A realise how badly they missed each other now that they have no more reasons to fight]

Catra being gradually incorporated into the best friend squad and she, Bow AND Glimmer all help Adora break through HPrime's virus thingy in a parallel to season 1 where Adora is supported by ALL her friends, not just her gf.

Hooray, the evil is defeated! Uh, what now? Okay, either they come to the conclusions that they lcoe each other separately and confess after HPrime's been defeated and there's nothing in their way anymore, or there's like a mid-combat confession played for laughs like "this is mad sweet of you but we don't have time for this!" "WE MIGHT NOT SURVIVE TO HAVE THE TIME LATER" and a tender moment after the battle where maybe Catra is patching Adora up in contrast of all the times they spent beating the crap out of each other.

Shit, Bow could tentatively give her tips on how to be a good friend!

She'd have a harder time with Glimmer because Glimmer never forgave her for the Angela thing, but Catra tries and feels bad and maybe even begs her for forgiveness. (please, I didn't know it would come to that. You can punch me if you want.) And feeling genuine remorse. (My mother figure was shit. Yours looked okay. I'm really sorry for taking that away from you.) Etc etc

This really isn't a hard character arc to plot, Nate. Look, I did it in like 15 minutes while dicking around at work. Easy peasy.

this! all of this.

(also i was the one who suggested the idea of hordak being adora's parental figure)

#spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti catradora #anti catra #anti spop #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora

[cherryblossom-chopper]

》Pages Upon Pages《

Content: Usopp Fluff. Ambiguous Reader. Confessions. God this is way longer than I meant it to be.

————— ୨୧ —————

"Come on, Usopp," Nami prodded, poking his cheek with her finger, "I know you're lying to me." She was torn between a grin and an agitated pout.

"That's my whole schtick," Usopp scoffed, ignoring Nami's poking. His arms were firmly crossed over his broad chest. He yelped when the navigator pinched his skin.

"Watching the two of you dance around each other is getting old," Nami informed her friend, "Just confess to (Name) already so Sanji and I don't have to watch."

For a moment, Usopp swore he had stopped breathing. "I have nothing to confess," he insisted, looking away. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he told himself it was just the heat from the sun.

"You look at them like they’re the sun, the moon, and all stars," Nami crossed her arms over her chest, paralleling Usopp's posture. Her eyebrow raised, unimpressed with his antics.

"I do not! How could you even accuse me of that?" Usopp gasped, “You’re slandering me!”

Rolling her eyes, Nami opened her mouth to give him a retort when (Name) came striding up to them. Nami's frown turned into a smirk as her friend went rigid.

"Usopp, I need your help," (Name) proclaimed, fidgeting with an object in their hands. They looked at him with soft doe eyes as they held up a broken wristwatch, "Can you fix it?"

"Hm, I don't know, (Name)," Usopp teased, dramatically inspecting the watch, "How'd you break it?"

"I tried to break up Zoro and Sanji's fight," they said sheepishly, rubbing the back of their neck, "Again."

Usopp sighed and put the watch in his pocket. "Yeah, I can fix it for you," he offered (Name) a lopsided smile.

They beamed up at him and clasped his hand with both of theirs. "Thank you, Usopp!" (Name) gave his hand a squeeze.

They lingered there for a moment before (Name) let go. They waved to Nami before disappearing past the Thousands Sunny's orchard.

Usopp stayed staring at the spot they’d just been, until Nami elbowed him in the ribs. When he glared at her, Usopp was met with a shit-eating grin.

"Say it," Nami goaded, her smile widened at Usopp's flushed expression. (Name)’s perfect timing was the icing on the cake.

"Okay, fine," Usopp threw his hands up in surrender, "They’re perfect, and I want to kiss them all the time, and yeah, maybe I daydream about us being together. So what?"

Nami groaned, "(Name)'s into you too, idiot. Have you seen the way they look at you?"

Usopp covered his mouth as a giddy smile painted his face. His heart beat hard into his chest, and his stomach clenched. (Name) was a little shy around him, but they were shy around everyone. "What makes me so special?" he asked Nami.

"That's literally the point of confessing, finding out why you’re special" Nami said, clapping his back, "Get to it before someone else does."

"Someone else?" Usopp implored. Bile felt like it was going to rise in his throat.

"You know how Sanji is. Besides, (Name) is cute and innocent-looking; anyone would try to snap them up," Nami shrugged, sending a sideways smile his way.

"Oh fuck off," Usopp groaned, "You're not going to get me jealous over someone who's not even my partner."

"Then we’ll go to a club on the next island, and you can find out if they come back with me," Nami countered, a hand placed on her hip.

"That's not funny, Nami," Usopp grunted, glaring at her. A wave of jealousy swelled in his stomach.

"It is funny," she replied, barely containing her laughter, "The look on your face is to die for."

"Fine, fine, if it gets you to stop, I'll do it," Usopp acquiesced, rubbing his face with his palms.

"Finally, just put us out of our misery already," Nami groaned, smirking at him.

~~~

Another balled-up piece of paper bounced off the side of the trash bin. Usopp swore and picked up. Frowning, he looked down at the dozen or so similar crunched paper balls already in the trash. The setting sun shone through the fish tank, filling the room with golden orange hues.

"This is so stupid," he muttered, dropping the failed love note into the trash. He'd worn down the eraser on his pencil before switching to a pen, all while trying to pour his heart out on paper. Usopp must've sat by the aquarium for hours to ensure each word was perfect.

"What's stupid?"

The voice behind him nearly made Usopp jump out of his skin. "Gods, (Name)," he clutched his chest, "Don't sneak up on me like that."

They giggled and apologized. "You weren't at dinner, so I came to check on you," they explained, "Nami said you were working on an important project." (Name) began snooping around the lounge for his work.

"I've been here way longer than I thought," Usopp replied, anxiously watching them, "Sorry!"

"Don't be sorry," (Name) assured him, a sweet smile on their face, "This always happens when you work on something important."

Usopp inched closer toward the open notebook in an attempt to nonchalantly cover up the evidence of his inevitable confession. "Yeah- uh, sure, I guess I do get pretty invested in stuff," he said with words that came out strangled. Usopp coughed into his fist to try and cover it up.

"I've barely seen you all day," (Name) replied, "Show me what you've been working on." Their head tilted like a curious puppy.

"It's not done yet. I-I can't show you unfinished work," Usopp stammered, face flushed.

"Aw, come on," (Name) protested, "I hate it when you're not around; I've gotta see what's been taking up all of your time."

"This is a secret project," Usopp insisted, looking away, "I don't want you to see it until it's perfect."

"Hm, well, can I at least sit with you while you work?" They asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet.

"I can't have any interruptions because even someone as great as me can have writer's block," Usopp deflected their cute gesture with his vibrato.

"Hm, so it's a writing project. What could it be?" (Name) wondered out loud, wandering over to the towering bookshelf, "Are you writing your will?"

A grin crept onto his cheeks as Usopp plopped back on the couch. His hands grasped the notebook he’d been scribbling in tightly. "Yeah, sure. You and Nami are getting all of my worldly possessions," he muses, putting pen back to paper.

(Name)'s fingers trailed a book's spine, "Then it must be a memoir of your great adventures, embellishments and all."

"I do want to write one of those," Usopp hummed, his eyes wandering from the page to (Name), who was still inspecting the bookshelf.

They paused when her fingers touched one of Nami's romance novellas. "Usopp," (Name) said softly, "Are you writing a love letter?"

Usopp nearly choked. "M-me?" he waved his hand in front of his face, "I would never. I'm not that big of a sap."

"You can't lie to me," (Name) pointed an accusatory finger at him, "Who's it for? That Kaya girl, right?"

"What? No!" Usopp protested. He got to his feet when (Name) rushed up to him.

"Let me see it," (Name) jumped to grab the notebook that had been raised over Usopp's head, "You gotta let me read it before you send it."

"Get off me, damn it!" Usopp demanded as (Name) tried to climb on him to reach it, "Why do you even want to read it?"

"Because- erm," (Name) paused, "Because… I don't know; I'm nosey, I guess. It doesn't matter why; just let me see."

"It's not even a love letter to Kaya," Usopp huffed, stretching his arm farther out of their reach, "I haven't seen her in years!"

"Who else could you possibly be confessing to?" (Name) planted their hands on their hips, "Last I checked, you were obsessed with her."

Usopp scoffed, "I've never been obsessed with her. We're just friends." He tossed the notebook onto the couch behind him.

When (Name) dove for it, he grabbed their wrist. "Come on, Usopp," (Name) attempted to tug their hand free, "Let go."

"I can't let you read it," Usopp said, his face pulled into a piercing expression, "I'm not done writing it yet."

(Name)'s struggling stopped, and their hand went limp in his grasp. It was rare for them to see him look so stern. Their stomach sank, and the burn of tears stung the back of their eyes. This was real. A love confession was on his mind, and (Name) was out of time. They had lost their chance. "Sorry," (Name) murmured, "I didn't mean to overstep."

Letting them go, Usopp noted their expression. "Don't make that face. I'll give it to you when I'm done. I promise," Usopp said with furrowed brows. His heart squeezed at the defeated look.

"It's fine," they insisted, "Whoever you're giving it to is one lucky person. I hope they make you happy."

Panic set in as it dawned on Usopp. (Name) had no clue what was about his feelings. That dummy. That cute, loving dummy. Usopp's mouth dried when they breezed past him, heading toward the door. The overwhelming fear of losing them consumed him. And in an instant, his hand jut out to grab (Name) again.

"It's for you, damn it!" Usopp cried, his fingers curling around the fabric of their sleeve. He stared at them for a long moment. The silence made the air heavy. Usopp swallowed thickly before murmuring, "It's you. It's always been you."

"Don't say that if you don't mean it," (Name) withdrew from him, wringing their wrists. They broke his gaze in favor of the wooden floor.

Usopp hesitated before taking their hand. His grasp was gentle despite the callouses. "Look, (Name), I feel- Gods, this is embarrassing. Every time you walk into the room, all my focus is drawn to you. I've made it my mission to make you smile because it makes my heart burn in the best way," he confessed; his entire body ached when (Name) finally looked up at him. Usopp could feel the heat of a blush touching his cheeks and ears.

"I think I feel the same way," they offered him a shaky smile, "You kind of make my stomach hurt."

Usopp chuckled, "You make my stomach hurt too." His breath hitched when they squeezed his hand.

"What now?" (Name) asked, reluctantly pulling their hand out of his, "Maybe we could get dinner on the next island. Just you and me."

"Yeah, I'd like to have dinner with you," Usopp couldn't stop smiling. His heart thumped so hard he suspected his ribcage would break. His hands itched to caress (Name)’s face, slide them down to the small of their back, and lean in and kiss them. Like always, he hesitated and lost his chance.

Luffy was calling (Name)'s name for something less important than the current moment.

"I should probably go before he comes down here," they said with a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, probably," Usopp replied softly. He didn't want them to leave not so soon after spilling his guts, but what else was there to say? Sure, he could keep going on about how he was assuredly in love with (Name), about how every moment without them was pointless, or how he thought about this moment since the crew had been separated. Usopp opened his mouth to say something, anything, to keep (Name) from leaving.

They leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. "We'll talk later," (Name) promised before disappearing to answer the captain's call.

Usopp watched them with wide eyes. His fingers pressed against his warm cheek where their lips had been. A face-splitting grin broke out on his cheeks before he turned back to the long-forgotten notebook. All the pages in the trash and the scribbled-out words couldn't live up to his relief. Pages upon pages of his worries were dissipated with a single kiss.

Usopp nearly collapsed back into his seat. His entire body radiated with divine joy and anxious exhaustion; it was a similar sensation after surviving a battle. He let out a breathy laugh. "I guess Nami was right after all," he mused before returning to his notebook. Usopp had a dinner date to plan.

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[heda-in-the-clouds]

uh uh have you written a one shot or anything of this ballet au? cause I would read the fuck out of that

Here's a little unedited smutty snippet that shows off their dynamic during their late night rehearsals. Read below for the sin 🩷

Clarke was frustrated with Lexa during their late night rehearsal. Lexa kept messing up the choreography, stepping on her toes, or accidentally running into her body. She seemed unfocused as if her thoughts were elsewhere other than this studio.

Lexa had snapped at Clarke when asked if she wanted to talk about it.

"Fuck off Clarke! Like you can help me. Just go and leave me be."

Lexa walked away and now stood at the opposite end of the studio from Clarke, tightly gripping the ballet barre as she derided herself in front of the mirror.

Clarke was pissed at Lexa's sudden outburst. She didn't deserve to be yelled at for just checking in on her partner. Clarke didn't know what was troubling Lexa. Honestly, Clarke could not care less other than the fact that it greatly affected Lexa's concentration. They only had a few more days to nail down their routine before their performance. Time was ticking.

Meanwhile, Lexa had decided to stretch out her tired limbs as a means to cool down. She stood back and leaned down to grip the barre. Next she stood on her toes and arched her back to stretch out her sore muscles. She moaned in relief as she felt her body loosening up. She drove her hips and ass further back to intensify the stretch to soothe the tightness in her muscles and joints.

As Lexa stretched with her ass raised up in the air, Clarke saw the perfect opportunity to punish Lexa for her lack of focus and snappy behavior. Clarke quietly approached Lexa who was too preoccupied with her stretching to hear her footsteps. Clarke positioned herself directly behind Lexa before placing one hand over Lexa's shoulder and the other on her hip

"You're too stressed and I know exactly what you need Lexa."

"Fuck off Clarke! I'm not in the mood to fuck right now"

"Who said anything about fucking?"

Suddenly, Clarke raised her hand backwards and delivered a powerful slap to Lexa's ass over her leotard. A loud smack echoed in the empty studio followed by Lexa's surprised scream.

"Ahh, what the fuck Clarke?!"

"Something is obviously bothering you and since you refuse to talk about it, you can't focus for shit tonight. Maybe you need to be spanked so you can clear your mind so we can actually learn our routine."

"I'm not a fucking child Clarke. This is bull-ahhh!”

Annoyed by Lexa's attitude, Clarke delivered another hard slap to Lexa's other cheek this time before she could finish her sentence.

"We're out of time Lexa. I'm pissed. You're pissed. We're both pissed. Indra is going to be fucking pissed tomorrow if we still can't nail down our combo."

"So your best idea is to fucking spank me? Smart idea Clarke. What other great ideas do you have floating around in the blonde head of yours?"

"Fucking bitch!"

Enraged by Lexa's diss insinuating she's a dumb blonde, Clarke reared her hand back and delivered another powerful smack to Lexa's ass.

"Fuck Clarke. That one really hurt!"

"It was supposed to Lexa. I'm tired of your bullshit so here's what I'm going to do. I'm gonna spank your ass ten times and I want you to count each and every one of them. Also, you're not allowed to take your hands off the barre or get off pointe. If you do, I'm starting back at zero. Maybe you'll finally learn your damn routine after this. Now get into position!"

Lexa begrudgingly got into position and gripped the barre tightly as she stood on her pointe shoes. She dipped lower when Clarke pushed her back down until she was parallel with the floor. Lexa was now in prime position to take Clarke's crude punishment

"Ready?"

Instead of a verbal response, Lexa wiggled her ass back in Clarke at defiance. Clarke kindly responded as her palm smacked Lexa's ass hard.

"Ah! One" Lexa gasped out from the sting of Clarke's hit. Without thinking, she unclenched her fingers from the barre hoping to soothe the bite before Clarke's cough reminded her of the rules. She whined as she remembered the rules and grasped the barre again

Clarke reared her hand back again and delivered another slap to Lexa's ass.

"Two!" Lexa gasped out. This time, she remembered to hold onto the barre. The sting from Clarke's palm resonated through her body. However, Lexa couldn't dwell on the pain before Clarke smacked her ass a third time.

"Three!" Lexa hissed out. Fortunately, Clarke spanked her other cheek which provided some distraction from her other cheek that was already starting to feel tender.

"Four, Five, Six! Ahhh! Fuck Clarke! Please, I'm sorry." Lexa cried out as Clarke delivered 3 spanks in quick succession. Lexa whimpered as the pain in her ass started to intensify and spread out. Tears formed in Lexa's eyes as she wondered if she would see bruises on her pale ass once she stripped out of her dance clothes.

Recollecting herself, Lexa began to notice the silkiness of her tights sliding against her clit and folds making her wet. With each smack of Clarke's palm against her ass, her arousal intensified.

Lexa suddenly began to feel different as her body and mind began to register each slap as pleasurable instead of painful as time went on. She actually craved the harshness of Clarke's hits against her cheeks.

Lexa rubbed her thighs together to increase the friction she felt throbbing against her core from her tights and leotard. Lexa didn't realize she could potentially climax in this position.

With each spank, her mind began to clear up and focus. She forgot what she was even frustrated about that contributed to her lack of focus during their rehearsal.

"10!" Lexa moaned in relief once she felt the final sting of Clarke's palm on her cheeks. Her ordeal was finally over. She pleaded with Clarke that she learned her lesson.

However, Clarke was unconvinced. She slid Lexa's leotard to the side and ripped a hole in her tights. Clarke smirked and boasted that Lexa's ass should be slapped with a different technique.

Lexa wasn't the only one turned on right now evidenced by the wet spot over Clarke's leotard. She had been hard ever since she stood behind Lexa and spanked her. Clarke needed to relieve her own stress and what better way than fucking her frustration out on Lexa as usual

Unlike Lexa, Clarke wore her tights over her leotard tonight so it was easier for her to undress. Clarke pulled her tights down until they pooled at her feet. She then moved her leotard to the side freeing her cock trapped underneath the tight fabric.

"Maybe you'll be able to focus more and actually count with my cock shoved inside your cunt!" Clarke chided as she lined up her dick with Lexa's flushed entrance

"Ah Clarke!" Lexa whimpered in pleasure as Clarke suddenly thrusted deep inside her.

"Now, let me hear you count again." Clarke grunted as she reared her hips back unsheathing herself from Lexa's warmth.

To be continued...

So yeah, that's how ballerina clexa act around each other during their late night dance rehearsals. Basically, the hotter and rougher the sex translates to a more passionate performance between them on stage. Don't worry, they have real feelings for each other but they're too immature to talk like actual adults and would rather fuck than dredge them up.

Feel free to send me more asks about these two. I have lots of headcanons plus a lot more sin that I can't wait to share 😊

Finally, here's a photo reference so you can imagine what position Lexa was in

#ballerina!lexa #clexa #rory's stuff #rory's sin #rory's response #g!p clarke griffin #lexaisbaby #happy sunday sinday!

[sleepyeye17]

Neurodivergent Love Languages: Crush my Soul Back Into my Body

This series of fics is inspired by a post by amythest@neurowonderful. The post is on the five Neurodivergent love languages: Infodumping, parallel play, support swapping, ‘crush my soul back into my body,’ and ‘I found this cool object and thought of you’. This is the third fic in the series, and the love language is Crush my Soul. Neurowonderful defines this as “deep pressure input good!! Provides proprioceptive input and can soothe body stress responses (always get consent).” 

I honestly don’t know where the idea of the snuggle machine came from, although I think it might have been something we did as kids. It feels like my dad’s style.

Steve comes to Eddie’s apartment straight from work. It’s been a shit day, and he just wants to hold his man. 

Several families announced that they would be boycotting the family video as long as he and Robin worked there. Keith had been supportive in his own bitter and sarcastic way, but Steve still feels like a used tissue. 

“Hey Sunshine,” Eddie says when he opens the door. He’s wrapped in a blanket, and looks soft and warm. Steve kisses him and starts to feel a little bit of the days weight slide off his shoulders. 

“You look cozy,” he murmurs. 

 “You look like depressed Charlie Brown.”

Steve toes off his shoes and follows Eddie back to the bedroom.  

“Yeah. Long day.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Eddie stands in front of him, grinning. “Do you need to get pressure washed in the snuggle machine?”

Steve looks at Eddie like he’s just turned inside out. 

“Is that a… sex thing?” 

“No. It's something my uncle did when I was a kid. It’s like being hugged by a washing machine. Do you want to try?” 

“Um. I guess?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

That’s all the encouragement Eddie needs. He pulls the blanket off the bed and throws it over Steve’s head.

“Hey! What—“

Eddie jumps on top of Steve and starts rubbing fast hard circles all over him, while shouting “WUMBA WUMBA WUMBA WUMBA!!”

“What the fuck!” Steve is completely bewildered, but he’s laughing. 

“SPIN CYCLE!” Eddie shouts, and starts running around Steve, brushing his hands roughly up and down Steve's blanket-covered body. 

“What is happening?!”

“Now time for the wringer!”

“WHAT!”

Eddie leaps on top of Steve, squeezing him as tight as he can, and toppling them both onto the bed. They’re both laughing too hard for any sound to come out, and they cling to each other, gasping. 

“What— the fuck— was that?” Steve wheezes, wiping tears out of his eyes.

“You feel better?”

“I mean… yeah?”

Eddie grins triumphantly.

“When I was a kid, like six or seven, I’d freak out with soft touches,” he explains. “I couldn’t do hugs or anything. But my uncle realized that I loved wrestling and stuff. I enjoyed being… I dunno, thrown around? I thought it was really funny. So he invented the snuggle washer.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie and squeezes him back. 

“Mm. It’s ridiculous.”

“It works though,” Eddie says. 

Steve kisses Eddie’s forehead, his cheek, his mouth. Eddie is so familiar to him, now, they fit together like they were built that way. Steve takes a deep breath. His chest hurts from laughing. 

“God, I love you.”

The words are out before he knows he’s saying them. 

Eddie pulls back and stares at Steve wide-eyed for a second. Then he buries his face in a pillow and makes a sound halfway between a squeak and a giggle. Steve frowns. It’s not quite the reaction he’d hoped for. Of course, it’s not the worst response he’s gotten, either.

“Do you really?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled. 

“Yeah.”

Eddie makes that noise again.

“What’s that sound mean?” Steve asks, trying not to sound defensive.

“Sorry.” Eddie looks up at Steve, bright red and beaming. He’s still half buried in the pillow. “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I—“

“Oh shut up, I’m just really fucking happy and I need a minute.”

Steve pulls Eddie back on top of him.

“Mm kay.”

They lie in silence for a minute, listening to their breath. Steve plays with Eddie’s hair. 

Then Eddie starts giggling. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You loooove me,” Eddie teases in a singsong voice. Steve smiles.

“Uh huh.”

“Stevie is in loooove.”

“That’s right.”

“Stevie and Eddie sittin in a tree…” 

Steve flicks Eddie’s earlobe, making Eddie titter. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to say it back at all,” Steve says.

“Seriously? I haven’t been exactly hiding my feelings. I literally wrote a song called falling for the bat king.”

“That could’ve been about anyone.” Steve can feel Eddie shaking with laughter. “No, it’s just… I’ve only told two people I loved them before. And nobody has ever said it to me.”

Eddie sits up so fast he accidentally knees Steve in the stomach. 

“Ow, what the—“

“Nobody has ever said it to you?” Eddie asks.

“No. Nancy was… well. We were being closely monitored, and she had to be with me to keep up appearances. But you know. It was complicated.”

“Sure.”

“And then Robin… well.”

“She’s Robin. Yeah.” Eddie grinned. “You always go for the nerds and the freaks, don’t you.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands. His grip was firm and solid. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly fierce. 

“I’m going to tell you I love you every day. Every hour. You’re going to get so sick of me saying it. I’ll put it on a billboard. I’ll tattoo it on my forehead.”

“Your bangs will cover it.”

“I’ll shave my head.”

Steve gasps. 

“You’d better not.” 

Eddie lies back down with a contented smile.

“God, I really do love you,” Eddie said. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was worried that I might slip and say it in a moment of passion and freak you out.”

“Really!”

“the first time we kissed I was like don’t say it you freak.”

“The first time?!”

“I said it would freak you out. And you already told me you loved me, so you can't take it back now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

#steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #steve x eddie #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington adhd #eddie munson adhd #neurodivergent love languages #its the neurodivergency #neurodivergent eddie munson #uncle wayne is the best #eddie munson is a little monster child #disaster eddie munson #bi disaster steve harrington #deep pressure therapy #squeeze my pain away #snuggles

[mulling-over-milgram]

One of my absolute favourite things about John and Kotoko’s foil relationship is the theme of being seen as a monster both by themselves and others.

Kotoko and john have both been labeled as monsters/dangerous and also both seem to see themselves as such. The majority of the prisoners don’t like/are scared of them.

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John is seen and on some level sees himself as the monster who got mikoto stuck in milgram and Kotoko sees herself as the monster who hurts and fails the people she is trying to protect/the proctor who became the monters she was fighting!

John“It's no wonder. To him, he's being blamed for a crime he has no memory of. It's not unreasonable from his (Boku) point of view, he is being blamed for a crime he has no memory of.

Es: "If that's true, are you the one who actually committed the murder?"

John: “Yes. It was me.”

But what makes this parallel really interesting to me is not only that they both play into their monster personas and think they have to become the monster. John acts aggressively towards the other prisoners and towards Es in Mikoto’s interrogation in service of protecting Mikoto. He thinks he needs to make himself a scapegoat he needs to make himself the monster that’ll disappear.

Es: “What is–? Mikoto?”

John: (heavy breathing/growling)

Es: (cough) “You… attacked me…? No way… That can’t be…”

John: (more heavy breaths) “Fuck… Fuck…! Stop pissing me off!”

John: “Shut your mouth!”

John: “You keep blabbering on and on… I’m gonna fucking kill you, you piece of shit!”

John: “Going on, and on, and on… all high and mighty… like you aren’t just a kid! Serves you fucking right!”

John: “Huh? I can’t hear you. You’re no more than an unimportant brat.”

John: “Huh?! (laughter) You prefer it when it hurts more, huh? (Es gasps) That’s fine. I’ll beat you up all you want.” —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-

John: “If it's to protect him (Boku), then I'll do anything.”

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John: “That's right, in the end I (ore) have to vanish. I'll take on everything and vanish. I will.”

And kotoko see’s herself as a necessary evil of sorts. She seems to hate how evil can get away unpunished and how it can bend the laws meant to keep the weak safe to hurt them but she works outside the law and uses similar tactics in service of the weak. (Bribery? , violence , working out side the law ect)

Kotoko “I know it well. It's so hard to hold the responsibility of a guard all alone. I've also felt this way. You are such a kind person.You can't stand the prison changing with the power of your choices. So you need someone to be with. Leave all of the dirty work to me.”

this loops back to have she describes herself as the fangs if the weak. She is a tool , she’ll do the dirty work the weak can’t handle , she’ll become the monster.

They are both self sacrificial , have low self worth and see themselves as existing for the party they wish to protect and as such see becoming the monster as a necessity of their protector role.

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john: “…Because I (ore) was born to protect him (boku).”

Es: “For that purpose. You were born?”

but even though they still want to be acknowledged as saviours/protectors.

#I want to add fuuta/muu/kazui and shidou to this post topic at some point too #Fuuta’s monster theming kinda depends on his t3 video but him cancelling people visualised as monsters only to get cancelled himself in the #End aka becoming the monsters he was fighting #Muu and her presenting herself as a monster or atleast as sub human and how rei see’s her / she see’s rei #How shidou demonises himself and see’s himself as a monster who should be killed but also see’s himself as a saviour #And kazui’s whole “victim predator lets keep it simple” #But my brain only barely managed to sting together coherent sentences on kotoko and john so who knows when that’ll be

[yjano]

Who I am now?

Part 15.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content. Don't read some of the parts if you're not comfortable with it loves.♡

Words: 7.8k

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. Thank you everyone for following and liking this! lly.♡ Pardon me for any mistakes loves.♡

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Jake focus.

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"Ikari?" I breathed, stilling my defenses upon seeing her grimace at the sight of me. Richy grinned at a suddenly opened me and slammed a heavy fist right on my nose, causing me to abruptly come to my senses and howl in total pain. I  roughly pushed him off, cupping his battered nose.

"Fucking son of a bitch." I hissed at Richy who was laying on the hard ground, smirking and watching me scramble to my feet. I ducked my head suddenly when my head rang out with immense pain, the barely healed baseball wound caused by that low thug.

Gripping the sides of my head in an attempt to stop the excruciating pain coursing through my temples, I managed to hear Richy snort out.

"Where's the awkward nerdy Jake?"

"Fuck off." I hissed, tasting copper-flavored blood on my tongue, unpleasantly snarling at him.

"Okay, time out for a sec," Richy coughed, making a capital T with his hands and proffering the gesture to me. I simply ignored him, staggering towards him and lifting my ready fists in the air.

Richy rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet, lazily pushing his hair off of his forehead when I pulled him in by his jacket collar.

"How about a proposition, hm?" Richy quickly offered before I could land a hit on his already bruised cheek.

"Rather than beat each other up and let all these people feed on our violence. How about we race it out, hm? We're on the race tracks so why not? If I win, I get to talk to Mc and if you win, I'll willingly let you beat me up. How does that sound?" Richy smiled lopsidedly at my fist hovering in midair.

I dropped my fist down, still clenching tightly on the front of his t-shirt. Fuck it.

"Fine, we're racing in ten minutes on the tracks. A nice, honest-to-god race. So no fucking tricks, you little shit." I warned him. "If I win, I get to beat you up to whatever extent I want and-"

"-And if win, I get to talk to Mc in private." Richy finished easily with a tone light and playful. I stared hard at the mirror image of myself for a second before violently pushing Richy away.

"See you in ten minutes nerdy." He smirked, waving a hand at me, looking all carefree and smiley despite the copious amounts of blood streaming down his nose.

I turned around, storming away from him whilst cussing him mentally. An unintentional glare and an unsatisfied curl of my lip set on my face. I marched towards Sam, Lex, Nymos, and Mc...

Mc, my Mc, who was so ready to burst into tears under my gaze. I slowed my pace down when I noticed Mc's chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. Her pink mouth was parted slightly as she was breathing in and out rapidly. Her fearful eyes widened a fraction and flit nervously between me and the people.

Still walking, I eased up on the angered expression and settled for a frown, wondering why Mc looked so nervous under my gaze.

"Mc?" I questioned carefully, nearing her but Mc didn't respond, instead, she gasped out at my oncoming presence and stumbled away. I frowned hard, trying to walk right up to her but Nymos slid up in front of me, effortlessly blocking my pathway. He discreetly coughed.

"Wipe off that pissy look on your face. You look like you're ready to beat the shit out of anyone. And no doubt, you're freaking the fuck out of Mc." Nymos ordered quietly, punctuating his point by firmly prodding my chest with his finger.

I administering his words, looked over his shoulder to see Mc hurriedly looking away, clearly not wanting to make eye contact with me. Still angered by Richy and now also feeling hurt.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at Nymos who scowled at the bloody marks marring my face.

"Look at your face." He muttered, taking my face in his grasp and turning it left and right. "Why do you have to jump into fights? Why give in to him? Why not be the better person and fucking ignore him?" He glared at me, riffling around his pockets for a tissue. I hated to admit but Nymos was right for once. But my anger didn't let me agree with him.

"Because he- you saw how he pressed himself up against Mc!" I hissed out, pushing him away and clenching my fists hard at the memory. "Don't act as if you wouldn't do that if Mc was Lex."

"Okay, fine. Fair point but listen, Jake, you most certainly do not have the right to make this stupid race. Because of you being an unthoughtful idiot, you're hurt. And fuck, you've got a girlfriend who's fucking scared shitless of you. Well done on handling the situation, bro!" Nymos sarcastically muttered, passing the tissue to me, pointing at my nose, and indicating me to mop up my nosebleed.

I pressed the tissue against my nose, my eyes flitting back to Mc who was rubbing at her forearm uncertainly as Nymos and Lex walked her somewhere and were telling her inaudible things.

"Let me talk to her," I said suddenly, messily wiping my nose with my eyes still trained on mc.

"Nymos handling it- Wait, Jake!"

I ignored Sam's warning yell and strode over to Mc, fixing up the bloody sheen smeared on my upper lip.

"Mc,"

She looked up with her eyes widening at my presence.

"Can we talk a little?" I asked, looking over at Lex and Nymos, mentally urging them to back off temporarily. Lex sighed and Nymos rolled his eyes but they understood my request and slowly walked away despite the longing look in Mc's eyes following after them.

"Are you okay?" I started. "You look freaked out," I muttered, dabbing at the bleeding cut on my lips. I didn't miss the way Mc frowned at the sight of the bloodied tissue in my hand.

"Jake, of course, I'd be freaked out. I just saw my suddenly scary boyfriend beat Richy."

"He was saying shit to you-"

"But that doesn't mean I want you to hit him and get hit in return. Just look at your face, Jake! I understand you hate him because he hurt your sister. But violence isn't the freaking answer! That psycho expects it!" Mc exclaimed exasperated,

"Beating him up will only satisfy his expectations and won't do anything to the things you hold over him and the things he holds over you!"

"Fucking hell! Just save it, Mc," I groaned, "I already heard this all from Nymos."

"Then you should understand this than dismiss it as bullshit-"

"I'm not fucking dismissing it!" I suddenly roared, closing in on Mc by taking a step closer, pressing myself up against a stiffened Mc who looked at me with fear in her beautiful eyes. But I was blinded by anger to see it.

"I know I shouldn't fucking fight him but I can't help it! Fuck, seeing him try to talk to you makes me fucking angry. Because he thinks he has a fucking right to talk to you when he doesn't have a godamn right!" I gritted my teeth with rage overwhelming me.

"Seeing you beat him up wasn't even the thing that 'freaked' me out the most. It was seeing you so angry, so angry and immersed in it that I couldn't pull you away until I made eye contact and begged you to stop."

I still held on to that anger but I felt it slowly, slowly dwindle at Mc's words and timid facial expression. I stared hard at Mc who chewed on her lower lip momentarily to stop herself from crying.

"I don't know why it's a surprise to me. I just-" Mc breathed out shakily. "Sometimes, I forget that anger and violence are a big part of your life."

That hit me hard in the chest.

"Mc-"

The anger swirling in the very pit of my stomach stopped completely when Mc took a step back, nervously biting her lip and looking at me.

"I don't feel like being here anymore. Can we go back to the hotel?" Mc mumbled, grabbing ahold of the bmw door handle and tugging it open, not waiting for my reply.

"Hey, Mc-" I tried to say, watching Mc slip into the passenger seat of my car and closed the door quietly behind me.

Frustrated, I groaned at the sight before looking over at Nymos, Lex, and Sam who stand not too far away, disapproving and unimpressed looks on their faces. Rather on edge, I run a hand through my locks.

"Fuck this. Fuck all this."

Nymos sighed, pushing himself off Lex's side and dragging his feet towards me with his hand outstretched.

"Pass me the keys," Nymos yawned, "Race in Sam's car, and I will take her home." He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

I nodded, shoving my hand into my leather jacket's pockets to pull out my set of keys but the words Mc's had told me a few minutes ago come into mind, abruptly halting me.

'Beating him up will only satisfy his expectations and won't do anything to the things you hold over him and the things he holds over you.'

'Seeing you beat him up wasn't even the thing that 'freaked me out the most. It was seeing you so angry.'

"What? Fuck Richy," I hissed suddenly, turning away and rounding the car's bonnet quickly. "I will get in jail when he least expects it," I explained over my shoulder, yanking the driver's seat door open and looking over at Sam.

"Tell that fucker that he won't ever get as close to Mc as he did today," I ordered, sliding into the driver's seat and slamming the door shut after me.

I started up the engine feeling tense, I peeked at Mc who was sitting silently, staring down at her shoes.

After a few minutes we arrived at the penthouse. Mc walked through the spacious living room to our shared bedroom, filing into the shower wordlessly and shutting the door behind. I trailed after her, wanting Mc to say something, anything. But Mc solemnly moved away from me.

It's been like this for our drive back to the penthouse. A quiet Mc resting her upper body on the window's ledge, listlessly looking out of the window whilst J driving through the busying roads, listening in on the wind whistling in through the open window and internally wishing for Mc to speak up.

Now, I slouched by the front door, watching Mc disappear into our room without a word spoken between us.

Disappointment burrowed into my chest. I sighed, dragging my feet through the penthouse with keys jangling in my hand.

Not knowing what to do, I slumped on the couch, aimlessly picking up the remote and switching it. I shrugged off my stiff leather jacket, feeling my body aching in protest. I sighed switching the large flatscreen tv on and flipping through the channels whilst thinking about how to possibly confront Mc. How to talk to her and tell her she's right.

Because yeah, my anger gets in the way and yeah, violence isn't the answer and yeah, I am an idiot.

I didn't know how to get that across when Mc seemed to ignore me, choosing to shower again.

Hearing the taps of the bathtub flow with water, I slouched further into the corner of the couch and sighed, cupping the side of my pained face, blankly staring at the program giving on tv.

I'm a huge idiot. The world's biggest idiot. I should've been smarter and walked away with Lex and Mc. But fuck, no. I'm really stupid. I groaned, massaging my bruised jaw gently.

But fuck, it felt so fucking good to hit that loser's face. I mean yeah, Mc's right: violence is not the answer. Yeah.

I didn't want to scare Mc and I didn't want to get involved in a stupid race with Richy. But I did it all in the end and now look where I am. Bruised up, weary, and desperately needing Mc to talk to me right now.

The feelings of rage and frustration have long since dissipated. Leaving only depression and longing for Mc to fill my heart which inflated further with the need to nuzzle into the warm junction connecting Mc's neck and shoulder and engorge myself on her homely scents.

I brought both hands to my face, groaning out at how fucking desperate J am to get Mc to talk to me and know that I am not a threat, that I won't crush her or pain her in any way.

I'd never do that to Mc, even if she hurts me first. I wouldn't have the guts to inflict anything painful on the girl, whom I cared for so deeply.

I'm so fucking weak for her.

Sighing in defeat, I dropped my hands from my face and started to watch the television show but also not watch it at the same time.

After five minutes of listlessly watching the national news, my attention flitted to my phone lying on the couch when it started to ring loudly. I attended the call, placing the device to my ear.

"Are you okay? I didn't get to talk to you before we left for the hotel." Lex suddenly asked with worry-filled in her voice.

"I'm fine yeah," I assured.

"Are you sure? Hey, I know you're worried about Mc because he's here." Lex mumbled quietly.

"No, it's fine. I won't let him near Mc ever again."

"And he won't talk to Mc, Jake. Because he lost- Sam didn't call off the race, he raced for you and of course. The top racer won and instead of beating him up as the prize, Sam got him to promise to not come near either of us." Lex murmured, distantly, sounding preoccupied with something.

"Yeah?"

Let's hope he sticks to this promise or else I will end up killing him before sending him to jail.

"Yeah. You went freaking crazy with Richy back there." Lex replied with concern filled in her voice.

"I'm fine, but-" I mumbled, feeling my mind drifting back to Mc. "But I- it's just...Mc. I scared Mc away and now she won't talk to me." I said, almost whining. "Said violence isn't the key and I agreed and all but now she won't let me speak to her because she's too busy avoiding me."

"Well, what do you expect? You looked as if you were possessed. Continuously whacking the living daylights out of Richy on the back of that truck. It was fucking scary as hell." Lex sighed, sounding exasperated, "Just pass her the phone, Jake. I will talk to her."

Relieved by Lex's request to convince Mc, I heaved myself off of the couch and wandered into my shared bedroom with Mc.

Walking in and heading over to the bathroom whilst internally praying that Lex wi work effective magic on Mc. I stopped at the closed-off bathroom, steadily taking a deep breath in. I knocked lightly on the door.

"Mc? Lex's on the phone and she wants to talk to you."

Listening to the sounds echo behind the door, I took a step away from the bathroom and waited for Mc to open the door. She did that five seconds later, gingerly opening the door enough to allow her arm to poke through.

Expecting to see Mc fully, I was slightly perplexed at the hand outstretched towards me but dropped my phone into the open palm, watching small fingers enclose the device and pull away before closing the door shut with a soft click.

Sighing at the lack of words said by Mc, I bother to go back into the living room area, instead, I walked to the king-sized bed and flopped backward, wincing when my pained head came in contact with the springy mattress.

I need paracetamol.

I propped the back of my head up gently by sliding my arm beneath it. Although noted in my array of thoughts, my head hurts too much to go find any painkilling tablets so I settled for staring up at the baby chandelier hanging over my eyes.

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Mc focus.

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"Lex?" I murmured into the phone, padding away from the door and walking over to the nearly full bathtub.

When Lex started to talk into the phone, I padded away from the noisy waters to the neat dressing area of the massive bathroom space. turning on the speakerphone and placing the phone on a shelf loaded with complimentary cosmetics.

"Hey Mc, Jake told me he scared you away. Is that true?" Lex asked blatantly, causing me to still my movements.

"Yeah. You saw him when he was fighting. It was scary." I chewed on my lower lip thoughtfully, tugging my top off and letting the garment drop to the floor with a soft rustle shortly afterward.

"Yeah, I know," Lex's voice audibly softened.

"But, listen Mc. Put yourself in Jake's shoes. Don't you think you'd get angry too if you saw someone sick and dangerous trying to talk with him?" Lex questioned, I stayed mum, thinking through.

I understand Jake's rage. Yeah, I would feel pretty angry but...

"Yeah, I'd feel angry but not angry enough to go berserker and nearly kill someone!" I exclaimed, taking off the rest of my clothes.

"Okay, good point," Lex replied before humming. "When people deeply hurt his friends and family members. Jake gets super mad only because he's protective over them. He doesn't want us hurt which is why he takes it upon himself to act as our protector and defend us." Lex sighed.

"Which isn't necessary at all but that's just how Jake acts in these types of situations. It's sort of like his defense mechanism." She hummed wistfully. "But you, yourself should know he isn't vicious like that, if you're worried about him hurting you in any way, don't be. Jake could never hurt someone like you. He adores you too much." Lex whispered into the speaker of the phone, stopping my ministrations once again and making me stare hard in thought at the shiny marble tiles beneath my toes.

I know that and I also know he wouldn't purposefully hurt me. He'd never do that. If that's the case Mc, why are you avoiding him like he's the freaking plague?

I bent down to pick up my strewn clothing, eyes lidding slightly as I was staring at the slightly crumpled garments in my hands.

"Yeah. I know that."

"I understand you're upset by Jake's actions but Mc, he told me he wants to talk to you but you keep avoiding him. Talk to him once and see what he has to say, alright?"

"Okay," I mumbled, hanging my bundle of worn clothes on the brass hooks drilled into the wall and taking the fluffy complimentary bathrobe in exchange, shrugging it on and wrapping it around my bare skin.

"I gotta go now, black shadow is coming on to showcase," Lex explained excitedly, sounding slightly like a hyped-up fan. "I'll talk to you in the evening."

"Okay bye, Lex." I smiled, hanging up and switching Jake's phone off. Now, I should probably move towards the door and hand it back to Jake but I just stood there, holding his phone and thinking through Lex's explanation on behalf of Jake.

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Jake focus.

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Regretfully, my head sharply jerks to the side at the sound of the bathroom door slowly creaking open bringing my attention to the figure standing by the doorway. Mc was wearing a thigh-length white bathrobe that complimented her honey-colored skin tone perfectly. Her long dark hair looked soft and bouncy.

At the sight of a nervous Mc fidgeting by the doorway, I jumped off the bed startled, and cleared my throat whilst ignoring the immense pain wreaking throughout my entire head. I halfheartedly smiled at Mc but she looked away in response.

"You can have your phone back."

It wasn't something I had envisioned Mc says to me after speaking to Lex. I had expected, no, I hoped Mc to fall for Lex's very convincing words and understand my actions. but it seemed to have had the opposite effect on Mc who now outstretched a hand holding my phone, indicating me to take the device.

"O-oh." I breathed out, dragging myself warily to her, feeling pretty heavy-hearted, taking my phone back and shoving it into the back pocket of my jeans. With a soft sigh escaping my lips, I looked at Mc to see her studying me silently, something unrecognizable in her eyes.

"I'll leave you to it," I muttered, pointing behind Mc at the ready bubble bath. She nodded, looking down at her bare feet. Knowing I wouldn't get a reply, I coughed out.

"Alright then, bye." I turned around and idiotically reached up to scratch the back of my neck, about to walk away when Mc suddenly spoke up.

"You should clean the cuts on your face."

Mid-scratching my neck, I looked over my shoulder at Mc.

"Oh, um. Yeah."

"Do you want me to do it? I saw a first-aid box here somewhere."

"Do you know how to clean them?"

"Yes and no but I can manage."

I nodded at yer sincere offer. She moved away from the door, allowing me to walk into the bathroom.

A whiff of roses hit me hard as soon as I entered the bathroom, the smell emanating from the rose-tinted water pooling in the porcelain bathtub.  Ignoring the bubbles practically teeming out from the tub. I blindingly followed after Mc who made a beeline to the mirror cabinet, pulling out a small first aid box.

"Sit on that stool," Mc ordered, opening the aid box. I located a small lone stool by the dressing area and sat down on it.

I dragged my gaze towards Mc, who was busy unpacking clear packets of plasters and sanitary wipes whilst subconsciously mumbling things to herself. A corner of my mouth tugged up in a small half smile and not wanting to disrupt the rather cutely focused Mc I looked away.

"Have you taken painkillers?" Mc queried, ripping one of the sanitary wipes open.

"No, don't worry just slap a couple of plasters over after wiping them clean," I replied, resisting the urge to quirk an eyebrow up at her.

"Okay, then," Mc murmured, too concentrated on unfolding the damp wipe and wandering over to me at the same time. Once she was there, standing between my spread legs, she focused her gaze on me.

"Look up." She mumbled towering over me, I was the height of her chest sitting down on that stool.

I willingly craned my neck upwards with a small, patient smile on my face. I stared up at Mc who suddenly can't seem to breathe with me looking at her so warmly. I could see her feeling shy as she gingerly placed her hand under my chin. I held my head up so she could have access to my various wounds. Focused Mc took the cool wet wipe and gently cleaned my face of any dried blood and gritty dirt.

I cringed at the ice-cold sensation lathering itself onto my skin but I stayed still for her. Wetting my dry lils I decided to speak softly, breaking the thin layer of silence between us.

"So are we. Ah well. Are we good?"

Mc didn't look me in the eye when she murmurs.

"I think so."

"You." I paused so Mc could wipe the crusted blood off my jutting lower lip. "Think so?" I asked, tilting my head to the side a little so Mc could access my jaw better next.

"Yeah, I mean," Mc bit her lip, folding the tissue up and binning it in the nearby waste bin before returning her gaze to me.

"Your anger was irrational and pretty scary but I know." Mc walked away to grab a handful of plasters and a tube of antiseptic cream from the first aid box.

"You're not really like that. I know you'd never hurt me like that and I know you didn't mean to scare me. And I'm sorry you have every right to be angry at him, and if hitting him makes you feel better then hit him, I guess." Mc mumbled, walking back over to me, and fiddling with the plasters in her hands. She looked up, with little watery eyes.

"But just don't go too far okay?"

I took her by the wrists then, firmly pulling a tearful Mc towards me and made her plonk onto my lap before reaching up to cup the side of Mc's face.

"Hey, hey, don't cry."

"Easier said than done," Mc mumbled, wiping a few tears roughly with the back of her balled fists.

"Look, baby, you're right. I give in to Richy by hitting him," I sighed, swiping a thumb under her wet eyes. "Don't tell me to hit him because you're correct. I shouldn't beat him up, I shouldn't get angry and I shouldn't even bother hating him anyway. Do you know why? Because you're helping me to forget all the bad things that had happened to me, Hannah, and everyone." I murmured with my hand trailing up to her soft locks. I couldn't tell her that he was after her. She would get too anxious and I can't bear to see that right now.

"What's the point of hating on him when I could use that time to love you instead?"

"Did you just-"

"Hey, Mc?"

"Y-yeah?"

"I love you so so much."

A stunned Mc switched the waterworks on to full blast.

"Oh god, Mc you're meant to say I love you back not wail in my ear." I laughed, poking her side playfully when a crying Mc refused to retract from my neck.

"I love you too Jake. So, so much.."

After a long five-minute period, Mc stopped crying. She fixed up my battered face with carefully applied plasters and ointment. Two plasters were decorating my cheek. There were several applications of antiseptic cream littering the whole of my face.

"There." A satisfied Mc leaned in to peck my lips before pulling away a millisecond later to cringe at the waxy taste of medical cream on her lips.

"All done." She hummed, wriggling off my lap to pack away the tube of cream and leftover plasters in the first aid box.

Grimacing at the taste of antiseptic cream adorning the cut on my lip, I watched Mc push the first aid box back into the sink cabinet.

"Were there any meds in there?" I asked referring to the first aid box. Mc shook her head.

"Only bandages and creams, maybe we probably have some in the kitchen," Mc suggested lightly, standing up and walking in the direction of the still-warm bathtub.

"Go find them. I have to bathe now." She hummed, parting the curtain that circularly surrounded the bathtub, and entered the bath area. Her body was immediately blurred by the iridescent, slightly transparent curtain. The curtains were made to connote privacy, but the shimmery material of the curtain failed to do its job allowing a hawk-eyed me to animatedly watch a blurry Mc tug at the belt securing his bathrobe. I cleared my throat loudly.

"But what if I wanna bathe too?"

Already knowing Mc would say no, I heaved myself off of the stool, chuckling at my words, and walked towards the bathroom door. I was about to excuse myself but I heard Mc's voice.

"Then come join me."

My grip curled around the doorknob of the door falters at her words. Startled I looked over my shoulder to see that through the curtain, Mc's blurred figure shrugged off the complimentary hotel bathrobe and let the garment fall freely to the tiled ground. My mouth suddenly went dry.

"Wait, w-what?" It was my turn to stutter now.

"I said then come join me"." Mc chuckled making me swallow the lump in my throat and intently watch a light-tanned figure step into the bathtub. I listened to Mc cooing over how nice the bubbles smelled.

"I-I uh- I- Mc-"

"Hm?"

"Are you for real?" I sputtered out.

"Mhm. So are you coming in or not?"

My grip on the doorknob slipped right off as I walked over to the curtain-shrouded bathtub, eagerly tugging off my ripped jeans and dirty shirt.

"Fuck yeah " I excitedly whispered under my breath and ditched my clothes along the way but leaving my boxers on in case she freaks out on me. I slipped in through the barely there curtain and. immediately started laughing when all I saw in the mess of bubbles was her dark locks and a grin aimed especially at my heart.

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Mc focus.

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"Are you just gonna stand there and laugh or are you gonna come in?" I queried teasingly lifting a foot in the air and wriggling my toes playfully.

"Be careful of your cuts though they might sting."

I looked away when Jake smoothly climbed into the bathtub and settled on the opposite end of the bathtub, facing a pink-cheeked me. I tried to distract myself from staring at Jake's incredible body by blowing at a couple of bubbles decorating my nose.

Once successful in blowing the bubble away, I dragged my gaze upwards to see Jake staring at me with one toned arm propped up on the ledge of the bathtub casually and the other arm busy slicking his black hair off of his forehead.

Jake caught me staring and quirked an eyebrow up with a small smile settling on his lips when I slid further into the bubbles with my cheeks glowing red.

Oh god, what was I thinking when I invited him in? What did I think we'd do? Shampoo each other's hair and make bubble beards or do something hot and heavy?

I only wanted to stay in his company for a little while longer but what do I do in his company? Inviting him in, was a last-minute decision and I can't tell if I regret it or not.

"Mc." I looked up and once again I was frazzled by Jake's slicked-back hair and glorious wet torso. Fuck, never mind. I don't regret this, I don't regret this at all.

"Come here." Jake smiled at me.

Fucking hell...

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Jake focus.

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Mc sat up, feeling sorta shy at the fact that her chest is completely revealed to my eyes and that I can see her nipples effectively hardening at the sudden coldness wrapping around her.

The army of small bubbles part where Mc waded through the scented water, linked up with the white foam trailing behind her. Bubbles adorned her fingertips, her waist, and her shoulders. The little soap and water all glistened under the hotel bathroom's fluorescent lighting.

"Nearly there now." I teased Mc's slowness, she just huffed at this. I held my breath when Mc smiled at me softly, casually slotting her body between my parted legs and wrapping her thin arms around my neck, and reaching it behind to fiddle with the dark hair at my nape.

"You know, you're so lovely, Jake. So damn lovely." Mc murmured dazedly, running her fingers up and down the back of my hair strands, slipping through her digits carelessly.

"Yeah?" I mumbled against the expanse of Mc's honey-colored neck, pushing my lips and gently brushing them against her skin. Mc shivered at the light, teasing, almost their touch, she curled into my touch, seeking more.

Noticing this I smiled placing my hands on her hips, fingertips catching onto her smooth skin. Mc looked at me with slightly lidded eyes and a parted mouth, looking at me as if I was the only human left, alongside herself, on this planet.

I cocked my head to the left, dragging my curious gaze down Mc's body. Her tiny torso was instantly marveled at by an eager me. I kept the idea of teasing her erect nipples in mind, looking further down, and smiling harder at the baby belly Mc wore around his gut. This a good indicator that she was finally eating well.

I claimed her hips with my hands, rubbing the pads of my thumbs over her hip bones, creating random shapes.

"Lovely Jake," Mc slurred in a love-drunk haze. I quirked an eyebrow. When she lifted a hand to my collarbones, slowly running her index finger over the jutting bone, following the curve of the bone down to my chest and down to defined muscles that tensed under her touch. With her hands still on my abdomen, hesitant to go any further. She made this clear to me by flickering her gaze upwards, blinking up at me through her thick set of lashes.

"Do you want to...?" I ventured, soothingly rubbing firm circles onto her skin. Mc readily nodded.

"Yeah, I want to. I wanna do it, Jake."

"Okay, baby."

The corner of my mouth tugged upwards at this. I moved one hand from Mc's hip and grasped the hand stilled at my stomach, guiding the hand of the rather breathless Mc down further. Feeling overwhelmed, she scrunched with her eyes tight shut when she probably felt my happy trail under her fingertip, delving beneath the wristband of my boxers. I smirked at this.

So fucking cute.

I unfurled Mc's fingers before settling her palm over the semi-hard appendage between my legs. Mc with her eyes still firmly shut, gasped out quietly before quickly clasping her pink mouth shut.

Smirking, I leaned forward towards Mc's neck, mouthing a few kisses up her skin before stopping just under her jaw, choosing this particular spot to relentlessly nip it playfully.

"Ja-" Mc started, shuddering slightly as I proceeded to press my lips against the tiny groove made on her neck by my incisor, sucking the area slightly as she whined at my hand entwining with hers. eagerly helping her to palm at my cock.

"Pretty baby. So pretty for me, Mc," I murmured, deeming the love bite now decorating her neck dark enough. Satisfied, I traveled upwards, peppering small kisses along Mc's jaw until I neared her lips.

Mc, the only thing she was relatively confident in, reached up with her free hand to cup my face before taking me by the lips, enthusiastically kissing me, whilst with my guidance timidly stroking up the length of my cock.

With a thin line of saliva connecting our lips, I pulled away at the sensation of Mc's feather-light touches on my cock, groaning and moaning lowly. I gazed at her with a playful look. She gulped hard under my steady gaze. She gingerly repeated the action, shyly wanting to hear more quiet moans cascading from my lips.

I stopped her, nudging my girlfriend's hand away and getting things fully underway by running my fingers down Mc's baby belly to her sensitive place, shamelessly rubbing my fingers against her sensitive place, eliciting a low whine to emanate from Mc's mouth.

"I'm not gonna go further than this, okay, baby?" I explained, rubbing my fingertip on the sensitive place of Mc. Her chest was rising in surprise.

"I don't wanna have our first time together unplanned. Is that okay, or?" I voiced out, placing a hand on Mc's soft thigh and gripping the flesh, pulling her onto my lap.

Mc, already unconsciously rocking against my cock, nodded frantically, wanting to get touched already.

"Touch me already," Mc mumbled, lowering her head. I chuckled at her whining.

"I heard you baby, but I'm gonna let you take the lead in this. Come on, use your pretty hands on both of us." I ordered with a hoarse voice, watching a willing and eager Mc curl her hand around my erection and lower her hand to her sensitive place, using both hands, set at the same slow but firm tempo. I was greeted with moans spilling out from both me and Mc.

"Ja-Jake." She moaned fisting my erections hurriedly. "Fu-fuck."

"Doing so good for me," I murmured in her ear, "So damn good." I groaned gutturally, making Mc shudder as she continued pumping her fist up and down.

It was not long before Mc's breathing quickened, her stomach convulsed and her eyes squeezes shut as she violently cummed. Shortly afterward, a tired Mc stilled her movements completely on my still-hard cock and fell forwards onto my shoulder, breathing hard against damp skin.

"Tired, baby?" I chuckled, raising a hand to brush my fingers through her long damp hair.

"No, hold on, I will-" Mc tried to protest but I didn't allow her to continue.

"It's okay, Mc." I hummed, running my digits through her hair, calming her. She fluttered her eyes shut and wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me close when she sleepily nuzzled into my neck, sniffing my scents. I chuckled, patting her hair gently.

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Nymos focus.

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Swinging my denim jacket over my shoulder and holding onto the black rose in my hand, I walked into the nightclub hired by the committee of the illegal races and grinned at all the females and males eying me up. But although I flashed bright grins at them all, my attention was somewhere else completely. My attention focused on a certain small girl who made both my heart and cock swell double the size.

My eyes hurriedly scanned over the crowd, looking for Lex but it was difficult to see someone as small as my not-so-girlfriend. I gave up within five seconds and instead ran a hand through my newly dyed blue hair. Turning to Sam's side I rolled my eyes.

"Where's Lex?"

Sam checked his phone lock screen and looked up, yelling.

"Fifteen minutes! Are you gonna to see her? You're a bold fucker!"

Nodding, I pulled away from him and shoved a hand lazily into the pockets of my jeans before turning around to meet the group of 'fake fans' of Sam's. These fake fans perked up immediately, sultry looks were applied on their faces as they were showing off their best assets. Be it their butt or chest, or tiny waist, I was intrigued by neither.

I wished good luck to Sam before making my way through the dancing crowd, ignoring the piles of sweaty bodies attacking me and the stench of sweet alcohol that assaulted my sense of smell.

I had left Mc and Jake back at the hotel because both of them had decided to nap after their bath and refused to wake up even after Sam loudly sang the baby shark song. I picked my way through the crowd alone, heading over to the conjoining corridor where several doors were set into the wall. It's not simple to just walk in. Stocky bodyguards were situated around the opening of the corridor, all black-suited and wearing strict looks on their faces. And soon enough I saw her walking towards me, wearing a tight black dress, and cursing the damn heels she was wearing.

"Nymos what the hell are you doing here, and why are you holding black roses for?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Do you know who else I buy ugly black roses for?"

"Black roses aren't ugly," Lex argued, taking the single flower from me and rubbing the pad of her thumb over one of the gloriously colored petals.

"They're an eyesore." I retorted, staring at her beautiful face.

"You're an eyesore."

"Real mature, Lex, real mature." I rolled my eyes. Lex chuckled, looking down.

"I'm kidding and thanks for the rose." She murmured, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. I smiled at the kiss and leaned my head down to rest my forehead against hers, forgetting about us not being together anymore. 

"I missed you, during those months."

"Stop it, Nymos. Don't say it in such a moment." She murmured, sounding distant while twirling the rose slowly in her hand. I pulled away from the smaller one, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong? You are not feeling well?" I queried, sounding concerned. I bent my knees slightly to come face to face with Lex and examine her rather pasty complexion. Growing a tad bit worried, I pressed a hand to her forehead, attempting to check her temperature but Lex pushed my hand away gently.

"I'm just worried about Ikari."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, straightening up and frowning down at her.

"Earlier, when Jake and Mc were talking after the fight, Ikari kept eyeing them up and she looked curious. I don't know, but I think she'll try to do something." Lex explained, exasperated. "I don't want her to break Jake again, not when he's finally happy with Mc."

"Mhm," I hummed, folding my arms over my chest. "Knowing her, she'll try something but I don't know." I grinned at her. "Mc and Jake aren't as brittle as you think, Lex. Because I left them when the both of them were cuddled up to each other and in deep sleep."

"Yeah?" Lex sounded unconvinced.

"Yeah," I pressed firmly, "Whatever Ikari does, I'm sure they will power through it and what makes you think Jake will let Ikari go anywhere near Mc? He's around Mc 24/7." I chuckled.

"Good point," Lex commented, turning and walking towards the dressing table. She stood by the mirror, looking at me through the mirror with a heavy sigh escaping from her pink mouth, "Don't think we're okay and back to being a perfect duo that never existed Nymos. I'm just stressed and you're the only one who knows how to calm me down."

I watched Lex gnaw on the inside of her cheek when she set the black flower down on the oak table's surface.

"You made it clear yesterday after you came in my room and sp-"

She didn't let me finish by pressing her lips onto mine.

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Ikari focus.

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Making sure my drink doesn't spill over my wine-colored leather jacket, I made my way to the DJ, climbing up the metal skeleton of a staircase leading up to his risen platform and smiling flirtatiously at the male. I flipped my hair.

"Hi honey, mind if I stand here for a little while?" I hummed in his ear when he took off his clunky headphones, grinning blearily at me. I nodded excitedly, not bothering to speak because he was too busy maniacally jerking his body to the beat and smiling like a high drug addict.

I smiled and walked to the thin railing surrounding the decks, leaning over the metal poles with my drink slightly sloshing around in my cup. There was a reason why I conducted myself to stand at the DJ's platform. The heightened space allowed me to easily access the crowd below and let my eyes drag over their faces, trying to identify one as a familiar brunette and my ex-boyfriend.

But it was to no avail. Thousands of people crowd the basement space, all pushing and pulling into each other and the red soft glow doesn't make it easier. I didn't let up though. I scanned the people's blurred faces at the bar silently and tilted my head to glance at the people who dance below me. I wanted to find out about this mysterious girl and label the relationship she have with Jake.

Who is this girl and why did Jake look so concerned about her earlier on? Is she a family member? A friend? A girlfriend of Sam's? Or is she Jake's girlfriend? If she's his girlfriend then wow. Jake managed to move on and find someone else. How unexpected. I chuckled softly, taking a sip of the sweet cocktail in my glass.

Ten points to Jake for choosing a real looker, J mused, remembering back to the dispute between Jake and Richy earlier at the quarry. I had noted her rather pretty presence after the racing proposition was made. When Jake had stormed off and immediately headed over to the girl, speaking earnestly with her. Whilst watching them converse with interest swirling inside me. I asked one of my friends to find out about her.

Now waiting for the informant to get back to me. I took my time to try and identify the female myself. Only it seems that neither Jake nor the female was here tonight. I easily spotted their friends. Sam, Nymos, and Lex had just entered the club with their hands locked together. How pathetic. But where are Jake and that girl?

Sighing in, perhaps, defeat, I half-heartedly watched people in black uniforms hurry all over the impressive stage, fixing up equipment pieces at the last minute before showtime. The stage constructed especially for tonight's artists is spacious and large, big enough for the singers and rappers to move about freely and interact with the audience should they wish to.

I tapped my manicured orange nail against the glass in my hand, the tinny tapping noise drowned out by the r&b music pouring into the nightclub's atmosphere.

I raised an unimpressed brow at them before turning around to look back at the dance floor where the audience broke out in a frenzy. All swiveling their head around just in time to see white tendrils of smoke caress the stage floor, creating an ethereal and solemn appearance.

I rest my elbow on the railing and cupped my cheek, smirking at Sam who lifted his hands in the air, beckoning for the crowd to scream some more. You couldn't see his face but you know he was smirking at the roar of his audience.

Blinding white strobe lights fly around eagerly over his and the crowd's heads, adding just the tiniest bit more excitement with their quick movement.

I started cheering when Sam brought the black microphone to his mouth, wetting his lips, and started up his made rap that meshed well with the soundtrack, causing the people to scream once again. Now I and Sam might have had enmity between us ever since I first started dating Jake, but I can't deny the fact that his performances on the streets as a racer and rapper are highly entertaining and his enormous stage presence is just incredible.

My admiration for Sam's talent got abruptly halted when my phone vibrated against my side. Looking down and pulling out my phone from my pocket. I swiped right at the notification sent to me by my informant.

My lips quirked upwards, patiently waiting for the message to load.

B: From what I've gathered from the hotel's room service they're "a pretty loved up, young couple."

B: I also found out about the girl's identity. Check it out on the link I've sent you.

B: [attached weblink]

Curious, I clicked on the web link and sipped my drink, waiting for the webpage to load. Seconds later the screen loaded to reveal a news article's bold headline and starring photograph which made my eyebrows raise in surprise as I stared at the missing girl photo.

"Oh wow, Jake."

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #jake x mc #mc and jake #duskwood family #duskwood fandom #duskwood fanfiction

[purplecritter]

nimona (netflix) thoughts written on notes app while i was watching

just rambling lol don't expect anything profound. also SPOILERS!!

first off: oh the only non-noble knight trained with the descendant of gloreth herself? juicy dynamic (squint) they do be sitting really close... this sure is SOME subtext... OH ITS NOT SUBTEXT???? 

adore the classic fairytale intro but futuristic setting but still with knights and monarchy etc. and the aesthetics mesh so well together it doesn't look forced. love its worldbuilding.

the "tired mentor & mentee" dynamic never fails

unicorn vs rhinoceros thing is chefs kiss especially bc of the theory that unicorn tales were likely born of descriptions of rhinos

the flashback to nimona's childhood being done with subway tiles is genius 

ballister: "and now you're a boy" nimona: "i am today >:)" WOHOOO YESSS!!! they also made it look like they could be related to bal awe

as a gay-mullet haver, i had faith in the squire. i could feel the fangirl energy coming from him i knew he wouldn't do that. but if i had a nickel for every time something published on netflix had characters with mullets that seem bad at first but turn out okay i'd have... two nickels

bal wanting to protect the status quo because he was took in by the system vs nimona not believing in the status quo because the system failed her......

ambrosius' internal crisis :(

"says the miscreant whispering in his ear" 🤨 you see yourself rn?

off topic but the lighting on the armors is SO GOOD

everyone calling her monster vs bal "i got you kid" 🥺

"they grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. and i'm the monster?" wanna see how hard i can cry?

fantasy monopoly?????? nimona's SO dramatic love her. the fact that she can breathe fire and still chose not to when they were surrounded.... 

oh the director's going to pretend that nimona framed her by transforming into her isn't she. this is why you should never cut your videos lol keep that shit unedited

the etching on ballister's sword... was it "G" for gloreth or goldenloin? either way, beautiful detail

oh ambrosius... I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT "because i love you" still hurt like hell. 

THE WAY I GASPED. THAT WAS GLORETH!???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S FUCKED UP

oh my god i just realized the parallel between past!nimona&gloreth vs present!nimona&kid that called her a monster.... i cry 

i love the visual of phoenix(?) nimona going to destroy the cannon gloreth's legacy created, and her light illuminating the mural of nimona surrounded by fire and going to destroy gloreth herself

i do adore how ambrosius' faith in bal never wavered, especially since these kinds of plots like to make the betrayed lover the one who caused the betrayal all along...

YESS DESTROY THOSE CANNONS AND TAKE DOWN THE FUCKING WALL

memorial wall vs murder/innocence wall :( IT WAS THERE ALL ALONG! bdkjnsxnscdkvd

awwwweeeeee like a literal phoenix

 credits go so hard

AWWWWW THE PROGRESS PRIDE FLAG! shapeshifters&queer metaphors ily <3

#i went into it completely blind so i didn't know about nd stevenson's graphic novel #but retrospectively. makes sense!! overall a great cast too #everything goes so hard. will be thinking about it forever <3 #the mullet thing is about a character in sweet tooth s2 btw #nimona #nimona netflix #my posts

[lemonsuponlemons]

Knife play with Billy Russo

I have been thinking about this for some time so hear me out:

He likes stabbing people, no doubt about that

And he likes instilling fear in people but rather as an instrument than causing a form of pain/distress

You have noticed him flipping his knife mindlessly while he's thinking about something

And the sight, as well as its implications, made you discover a completely new part of you

Obviously, he's very proficient with a knife, his wrist is relaxed as it performs actions very well known to him

But the visible proficiency is a little scary, realizing that he knows how to use it well and probably has done so a few times in his life

No doubt he could stab you any second and you'd have no chance of survival but, come on, it's Billy, the man that barely lets your feet touch the ground

And the same man that notices you intensely watching his hand and how your throat moves when you nervously swallow

If it gets you off, BILLY IS IN.

So let's get to the part yall came here for

The night's going as it usually does, you moaning into Billy's ear

Same old, same old UNTIL

You suddenly feel the cold sharp tip of a knife against your thigh

The sensations as well as the element of surprise make you gasp

At first, you get scared/nervous because wtf is he doing???

But as Billy slowly drags the knife across your skin towards your pussy, you're getting wet

And I mean Niagara falls, okay

There's this unfamiliar tension inside you, where you trust Billy with your life but at the same time you're nervous, knowing that he has both the practice and knowledge to make you bleed out in a few minutes

And walking this tightrope turns out to be really goddamn sexy

He's carefully dragging that knife up your legs, arms and abdomen

Definitely dragged it across your pussy and the sound you made was embarrassing sis but Billy is a fan

Billy cuts your clothes with his knife

(He can and will buy you new underwear)

Also he has prepared a specifically blunted knife to fuck your soaking wet pussy with

Billy is eating you out and slowly fucking you with that knife and being the little shit he is, he pulls it out and licks your juices off of it

If you're sucking his dick, he's definitely dragging the knife all over your face, maybe spreading the few tears that escape your eyes or the saliva dripping from your lips as you're choking on him

While he's trailing your skin with that shiny blade, he drags it up to your neck, pushing the sharp edge ever so slightly into your delicate skin

And you can tell he's as hard as a man can get

All the time he has this dark, stern look on his face, bordering anger and indifference

Billy doesn't say a word except for the one sentence he grits through his teeth while pushing the knife into your neck

"Don't fucking move."

The mixture of fear and arousal in your eyes is sending him parallel universes away

He knows he'd rather cut his own hand off than actually hurt you (unless yall are into that thing) but YOU can't be 100% sure, can you? Billy loves that hesitation inside you - he's holding so much power over you

Maybe he turns you over and fucks you from behind, pulling your hair and digging that sharp blade into your neck, the tip nearly breaking the skin of your under chin

Or he's digging the tip of the knife into your cheek as he's railing you with your legs over his shoulders

So many possibilities, so much research to be done!!

#billy russo x y/n #marvel smut #marvel #smut #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #punisher smut #the punisher fanfiction #punisher x reader #the punisher imagine #the punisher smut #billy russo #billy russo x you #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x reader #billy russo smut #the punisher x reader #the punisher #the punisher x you #the punisher x y/n #punisher x you #punisher #nmcu

[steviesbicrisis]

Hey

Favourite stranger things scenes??

Okay this is such a hard question and for sure I will think back at this and be like “shit I forgot about this amazing scene” but, in random order, I would say:

-S4 the Biking in the upside down parallel. I remember I gasped when I saw the camera moving from one world to another, it was a small thing but really showed how much they improved over the years!

-S3 Robin’s coming out. This is a favorite for so many reasons: I love the color scheme, the camera moving over the stalls as Steve slides under them, the way you can feel how scared Robin is to talk and how good of a response Steve gives her. Beautiful scene, 10/10

-S4 Separate ways montage. I think stranger things does a marvelous work in including music and managing to sound epic. This might be the best example of it, I love how heavy and powerful this moment feels with the building up of the music until the very end of the episode.

-S1 Fight with the Demogorgon. The mixture of the Christmas lights, the heroic poses, Steve swinging the bat, everything happens super fast but you can follow everything, it’s almost like a dance? Even the part before with Nancy pointing her gun at Steve, then the three of them in panic fighting together. It’s a moment of big suspense and I think shows why stranger things was able to keep going for the long run.

There are of course many more and I wish I could include one from season 2 but I just started rewatching that and I don't remember anything :')

#ask me anything #stranger things #stranger things best scenes #st #stobin #platonic stobin #biking in the upside down #st season 4 #st season 3 #st season 1 #robin buckley coming out #st separate ways #separate ways #demogorgon fight #steve harrington

[fettuccinewrites]

I AM HERE to give a fic review nobody asked for but i have no one else to talk about it

I have finished CWM couple hours ago and i've been obsessing over it ever since. Firstly would like to point out that cwm was already in my reading list and when i decided to start reading it after sending you that first ask i kept asking myself "why didn't i read it sooner?" cause i do have a severe case of love square brainrot and i have an unresolved passion with ice skating so why haven't i read that indeed.

Then I got the scene in which Adrien's ed is revealed and it was a big OH THAT'S WHY moment for me. I have been recovering from an ed myself for years and i try to avoid the topic because i dont think i'm there yet yk? ANYWAYS. That did make my reading take a little longer than planned, out of caution really, but nothing i couldn't handle (my therapist will be very proud). On that note, I would like to apologize for needing to skip some of the more in-depth ed related parts, but to also congratulate you on the way you handled the subject. I don't usually feel safe reading these type of stories, but cwm was an exception due to your writing and story telling skills.

MOVING ON cause i feel cringey talking about my ed but you really deserve the praise for this

It really is amazing how well you are able to sell rivals to lovers narrative. dymdc and cwm both had me invested in their rivalry. It didn't feel forced, the progression of the relationship had incredible pacing and the reasons behind were believable. Like, writing this trope is so hard because it's easy to fall in traps of the narrative – not making the rivalry strong enough or making it too strong and having to bullshit a reason to end it – but you do it SO WELL. LIKE. i actually don't have words, I keysmashed three times over this so yeah i guess that's what i have to say.

Something I would also like to point out: the choice of performances. bruh. You matched the characters vibes to the choreographies so well. Like I know nothing about the fem skater from the 2010 phantom of the opera but I can see Lila so clearly in her expressions that makes me want to punch her in the face. The way the snake dance has Kagami's seriousness and precision and Luka's edge and style. *chefs kiss*

Now on the note of Moulin Rouge for Adrienette, i feel like keysmashing is not enough i need to bark. The way the story of the performance is a parallel to their relationship AND andrien's condition. Part of me thought he was going to die. I lost cound how many times I cried while reading this and I wish I could have recorded the way i GASPED when they came in twelfth. Had me shaking and tearing up ngl.

The one thing i did not understand tho was why Marinette kept that Gabriel remade their costumes a secret. Like I get Adrien making his piece with the relationship with his bio father, and deciding not to pursue one with him anymore, but Marinette not telling him felt a little shady for me. Maybe I missed something, but I don't think that shutting that door was up to her. I like the ending for Gabriel and Adrien, but idk maybe i just don't like that Marinette kept it a secret from him.

Alright I think I've said enough for one ask holy shit look at the size of this so i'm gonna stop it here. I think I said everything I wanted to say, but if I remember anything else – and I'm still welcome in here –i'll come back to dump more unrequited opinions.

Thank you so much for sharing your amazing work with us 🧡

omg! thank you!! one thing about me is i LIVE for long comments, particularly about cwm (my forever favorite story) so you are always welcome

i figured the ed parts would be difficult for some people to read, so they are 100% skippable & i’m glad you were able to take advantage of that and still enjoy the story ❤️

i love that you actually went and looked up the performances bc i just feel like it enhances the reading experience so much??? moulin rouge felt like the ONLY choice for them, i am soooo glad the parallels were noticed bc it was very much my intention :)))))

re: costumes… really just needed to wrap up that plot line and didn’t know how else to do it haha. I’d spent far too long on it already, and thought of it as like a parting gift kinda thing? A was done with G so (in my head) she didn’t see a reason to tell him, i guess. 🤷🏻‍♀️

anywayyyyy always happy to talk cwm! or writing! or dymdc! or anything else <3333

[iknowitwontwork]

NO BUT GOING BACK TO READ THE PROLOGUE AND KNOWING THE ABSOLUTE EXTENT OF THE NICKNAME ROCKSTAR??? THAT SHIT HURT!!! Jude’s all crying and shocked like “rockstar” and me on my forth reread of that chapter alone is sobbing gasping like “ohhh my goddd rockstar 😭😭😭”

I’m where cardan is helping Orianna decorate and this guy goes I’m scared but also in love lmaoooo I just love being in his head 😭😭😭 it’s so hard to find a good male pov in general and ugh his word live rent free in my head.

Im doing a poor man’s highlight and just writing my favorite lines on some index cards lmao

also also come on vampire cardan is the perfect au bc faes and vampires follow pretty similar rules. Lol but in short there just needs to be more jurdan AUs in general ❤️ also I am so sorry for typing these absolute essays rn but I am just bursting w excitement over rockstar and these dorky virgin sluts 😭😭

NO BCZ IK????? I REREAD THE PROLOGUE AS SOON AS I FINISHED READING THE FIC AND LIKE @wanderingpages PAY FOR MY THERAPY😭😭😭

OMG🥹 AND SAME SAME I LIVE FOR THE CARDAN POVS IN THE FIC OH MY GOD

HELPPP i mean good for u bestie sjsj i should do smth like that too

righttt?? vampires and faes are pretty much parallel lines lol and "but in short there just needs to be more jurdan AUs in general" SO TRUE BESTIE

and oh my god pls don't apologize keep sending thsese asks i love it sm i needed to talk to someone abt this fic too oh my godd i love my dorky virgin sluts sm<3

#asks #rockstar anon

[ailendolin]

Rings of Power episode 3 thoughts:

I love the design of Numenor. Not only does it show the influence of the Elves it also has elements we know from Minas Tirith. It's a beautiful combination that, together with the maritime theme (fish scales on the armour for example) gives it a unique yet familiar feel

I'm still wary of Halbrand. There are definitely Aragorn parallels there (I swear he looked eerily like Viggo in one shot) and I want to believe he'll turn out to be a good person, especially after being guided by Galadriel for a while, but something tells me he will be another example of the strength of men failing

The reveal (for the casual viewer) of Elros being Elrond's brother was really well done. I like that they used the tapestry and simply showed us his face next to Elrond's to tell the story

Arondir's parts were breaking my heart. Why did that have to happen to Medhor and Revion? Both their deaths were completely unexpected (which I liked) and Medhor's especially reminded me of Haldir's death in TTT. I really wish we'd gotten to spend more time with them, maybe see them overcome their prejudices against the people of the Southlands

Revion trying to save the tree was so beautifully Elvish, as was the pain in Arondir's eyes when he gave in and cut it down

I see we're keeping LotR's tradition of making the Wargs ugly as fuck alive. Good for RoP and welcome to the family, Chihuahua Warg

The Orcs were great btw. I really dig the skull masks they wear (presumably to shield themselves from the sun). Also I'm pretty sure one of the Orcs was Jed Brophy which is great because I love Jed and I'm glad he keeps blessing us with more Tolkien characters. I can't wait to hear his stories about RoP at MagicCon

Also Adar - holy shit! I love that the Orcs call him that, seeing that they were once Elves. It's a subtle yet heart-breaking nod to their ancestry

Harfoots my beloved. Them remembering those that didn't make it really hit hard for me because today is the three months anniversary of my mum's passing. Seeing Poppy mourning her loved ones while still trying to be strong reminded me a lot of what my family's been through these last few months and for that reason alone this scene will always be special to me

I absolutely adore Nori's family, especially her father. They both seem very Tookish and I like that

I still think the Stranger is one of the Istari. There was a shot of him where I literally gasped because he looked exactly like Christopher Lee's Saruman. The nose was unmistakable. That aside, I really feel for his character. He looks so terribly lost that I keep wishing someone would give him a hug. I'm so happy Nori's family welcomed him into their midst at the end

Long story short - this show continues to be incredible and I can't wait for episode 4 next week.

#lotr rop #rings of power #rings of power spoilers #mp lotr rop

[redpool]

NEW MOON

oops, i thought eclipse was before new moon

new moon is my favourite of the 5

mainly because i prefer the wolves

AHFGHGDHFHGCHG

CHARLIE!!!!!

ANGELA MY LOVE

jesus christ

lol

why do you say rabbit like that?

fucking hell

they're not even quiet about it.

the parallels to the R&J scene and the bit with the Volturi

lol, i thought vampires were supposed to be beautiful

DEMETRI!!!!!

lol

ew, shut up

ROSE MY LOVE

shut up Emmett

god

fucking idiot

i never thought these words would ever leave my mouth but PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH

when i cut my finger my first instinct is to press on the wound so more blood comes out because it fascinates me, yours should be to cover it because you are in a ROOM FULL OF VAMPIRES.

how does the hair changing work for this kind of vampire?

because Jasper and Alice seem to have a different haircut every movie

THE CHIN TAP

FUCK

HOLY BALLS

clearly not

jesus sorry, I'm ignoring what's happening and trying to remember how to spell, apparently i can't spell it so clearly will have to do.

shut up, look at her bro

gasp

seriously

YAY TIME FOR THE WOLVES

look at her you little coward

shut up

there's not a single thought behind those eyes.

oh lovely, lead her out to the middle of nowhere then adandon her

what the fuck

thats not creepy at all

SAM!!!!!

is a bit weird tbh

THERE'S A POSSIBILTY THERE'S A POSSIBILTY

MM, MM-MM, MM-MM, MM-MM, MM, MM-MM, MM-MM, MM-MM

what are these nightmares from? PTSD or from the codependency?

ANGELA MY LOVE

oh my fucking god

this is not going to help.

ffs

skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip

girl, just go to therapy, jesus christ

BELLA WHERE THE HELL YOU BEEN LOCA

SHOW ME THE BOY

GIVE HIM TO ME

ew, age is not just a number, you fucking pedophile

EMBRY, MY LOVE

AHSHDFVHGSDFV

good one, shithead

Charlie be my dad (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY)

his voice irritates my brain

stop talking like that

skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip

idiot

that's not enough blood for a head wound

ANGELA MY LOVE

stop

secondhand embarrassment

aren't you with Jessica?

jesus christ

Jacob is supposed to be 16, oh my god

lol

dont start with that toxic masculinty shit

you gotta stop bro

oh my god

'And you think I'm sort of... beautiful..' shut all the way up

STOP

pfft

i'm gonna hurl

ooo

hes losing it

Harry <3

jfc

stop looking

oop

'everyone' then proceeds to only name one person

oh my fucking god

how is that a 16 year old?

what, you expect flowers to last that long? do you not how the seasons work?

that's Sam right?

oh, they're all here, never mind

jesus christ Bella

wait she's 18 at this point right? and he's 16...

put a shirt on

liar

jesus, they're both bad for her.

he's got a fucking 8 pack

PAUL!!!!

oop

jesus christ

i fucking hate this so much

oh my god

jesus christ

EMBRY!!!!! god i love him

EMILY!!!!!!!!!!!! BE MY MOTHER

awe

grumpy x sunshine

AHAHJHDSFVJHS

what the hell

are you a fucking idiot?

oh shit

i hate that Harry died but i get Seth and Leah out of it so, i'm conflicted.

idiot

what kind of cpr was that

yeah, while you were attention seeking, Harry was dying.

eyeroll

fucking hell, that's not how this works, you stupid bitch

oh my fucking god

this treaty has been around long before you were even a thought.

*eyeroll so hard i do a backflip*

why do i do this to myself?

just yell, you idiot

*eyeroll so hard my eyes get stuck*

DEMETRI!!!!

FELIX!!!!

JANE MY LOVE!!!!!!

I FUCKING LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH

has Demetri always sounded like that?

ALEC!!!!!!

oop

shut up, Jamie Campbell Bower

oh my god

Felix, did your hand get bigger?

creepy little pervert

i see why Michael is always cast as the creepy weirdo.

oh god, i just noticed the children

why are you acting like you literally didn't just try to kill yourself??

Jesus, with the number of times I've rolled my eyes I'm surprised they haven't gotten stuck.

I'm gonna barf

his arms are the size of my fucking head

awe

oh my fucking god

I'M GOING TO SLAM MY HEAD INTO THE FUCKING WALL UNTIL I FUCKING DIE

I HATE YOU

I HATE ALL THREE OF YOU

see what you did, you've fucked up both their lives.

you've been together for like 5 minutes

#twilight #twiligh new moon #new moon #embry call #paul lalote #charlie swan #bella swan #sam uley #carlisle cullen #jacob black #emmett cullen #twilight commentry #rosalie hale #emily young #jane volturi #alec volturi #felix volturi #demetri volturi #liveblog