#those fuckers scream like a jet engine

[realpokemon]

hey so a friend of mine asked me if i could pokésit her noibat and i said yes but i have no idea how to care for a noibat and i could use some help

noibat are actually surprisingly simple to care for, esp temporarily. don't force them to go into any bright lights if they dont want to (their eyesight isnt suited for it). they're not malicious at all unless you are perhaps a fruit or maybe a berry. also, HEAVY WARNING, carry heavy duty soundproof headphones. their trainer should probably have a few pairs lying around. just a safety precaution so you dont rupture your eardrums

#those fuckers scream like a jet engine #pokemon #unreality #pkmn irl

[bettsfic]

my reactions throughout the ep:

first i noticed jaime and brienne are standing together at the pyre lighting, then they’re across from each other at the feast

and then the drinking game. i just kept thinking, this isn’t happening. there’s no way they’re playing a drinking game, these things don’t happen outside of fanfic

then tyrion guesses that brienne is a virgin and i’m just. no. no this cannot be happening. this is literal, actual fanfic. i wrote this. i wrote this and i’m hallucinating it into reality. i’ve gone off the deep end

and TORMUND PUTS THE MOVES ON HER, and she slides right past him, real smooth, and JAIME STANDS UP AND PATS HIM ON THE SHOULDER. and still, at this point, i was thinking, i’m just imagining this. it’s not really happening. like i haven’t felt that kind of anticipation since the last time i hooked up with someone, and it’s been a long fucking time. these are GHOST EMOTIONS I’M FEELING

then my hopes were dashed -- maybe braime would happen off-screen, between the lines, so the lay observer would still be able to go “nah man nothing happened, the hot dude would never bone the ugly chick”

and tyrion, like the A+++ wingman he IS, pours his wine into tormund’s cup, ALL WITHOUT DIALOGUE and i hadn’t breathed in an entire minute, i was about to literally actually die from hope

then podrick’s SMUG LIL SMILE and TORMOND WEEPING “and after all that, this fucker comes north and takes her from me”

okay, okay, so now tormund sees it too, and if TORMUND sees it, surely OTHER PEOPLE SEE IT, surely i’m not going MAD

then arya GUTS GENDRY LIKE A NEWLY LEGITIMIZED FISH

OATHKEEPER OMINOUSLY HUNG BY A FIRE AND I BEGAN HYPERVENTILATING. SURELY. SURELY THIS COULDN’T BE IT. SURELY MINE EYES DECEIVE ME

“you didn’t drink” and jaime just WALTZES on in, and at this point i am sure a jet engine is going to fall on me and crush me before braime can be canon

jaime obsessed with the fact she didn’t drink when asked if she was a virgin, and her not understanding wtf he’s on about

“you keep it warm enough in here” and proceeds to awkwardly STRIP OUTTA HIM TUNIC while i sit here screaming IT’S GETTIN HOT IN HERE (so hot) SO TAKE OFF ALL YA CLOTHES

(i am. gettin so hot. im gonna take my cloooothes off)

useless dialogue “it’s the first thing i learned when i came to the north” LITERALLY NO ONE IS LISTENING BRIENNE

“very diligent. very responsible” “piss off” THERE they are

“how about tormund giantsbane?” J E A L O U S Y my braime modern au has NEVER BEEN MORE CANON

so softly: “you sound quite jealous” oh god she’s still so self-conscious, she’s like asking him, do u really like me or u lyin ? aka the way i’ve felt about this ship from the beginning 

“i do, don’t i?” BITCH I CAN’T TELL IF UR ADMITTING IT OR DISGUSTED WITH URSELF

*extremely high pitched, awkward laughter* “HAHA IT’S BLOODY HOT IN HERE” first of all has anyone said the word bloody ever in this entire series?

*proceeds to awkwardly take of his own shirt with one hand* HOW DO YOU FUNCTION JAIME RODRIGO LANNISTER

briennes FACE when he starts taking off his shirt she’s like “the fuck is happening. is this sex? is this gonna be sex??” highkey RELATE to that like “wtf he’s attracted to me? since when” feeling

he BITES his lil DRAWSTRING fucking CUTE AS HELL

“oh move aside” AND SHE DOES IT FOR HIM ok ok ok at this point i honest to god think i’m having a stroke, like there’s no WAY this is the point in the fanfic where i throw my gd ipad across the room and muffle screams into my pillow while rolling around going “oh my god oh my goddd”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m taking your shirt off”

I CAN’T BELIEVE THESE MORONS

the way he LOOKS AT HER when she finally GETS THE PICTURE he’s so IN LOVE I CAN’T EVEN FEEL MY OWN FACE

she takes his shirt off and he’s so BATTERED AND BEATEN AND GOD NIKOLAJ IS SO FUCKING HOT i am too ace for this

“i’ve never slept with a knight before” this line tbh should have been “i’ve never slept with someone not related to me before”

“i’ve never slept with anyone before” YOU KNOW I HAVE TO WRITE A CODA. YOU KNOW IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN. I CANNOT PASS UP CANONICAL VIRGINITY LOSS. I CAN’T

then the K I S S which was cut off FAR TOO SOON AND I AM ANGERY

(but him stand on his TIP TOES to get a better ANGLE which is 100% a nikolaj move)

we find out he’s STAYING IN WINTERFELL. i want to CHEER but i DON’T because i know there’s NO CHANCE IN HELL that will HAPPEN

“i’m happy that you’ll finally have to climb for it” god bless u tyrion

“what’s she like down there?” “that’s not your concern” ok not only do i think this is OOC for jaime “hold you down and have my way with you [sic]” lannister but also it hurts my heart he’s never been able to kiss and tell bc the only other woman he’s been with is cersei so he doesn’t even know what spilling the tea is like

“I KNEW YOU WERE FUCKING HER” god what an entrance. we stan a bamf sellsword

fast forward. jaime is staring sadly into the fireplace and HERE IS WHERE I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING TO FALL APART BUT I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT. I REFUSED IT WOULD GO CANON AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT WOULD BE UNCANON WITHIN THE SPAN OF MINUTES

[closes door] my subtitles say. CLOSES DOOR. NO FUCK U JAIME EUGENE LANNISTER

he would’ve been GONE were it not for taking 87yrs to saddle his gotdamn horse

“stay here. stay with me.” i’ve seen some shit about how it’s OOC for brienne to start crying or w/e but i’m just. nah. nah when you’ve been protecting your heart your entire life and you finally give it to someone, and they betray you, there’s nothing that can keep you from crying

“you think i’m a good man?”

here my heart was saying “mr stark i don’t feel so good” before crumbling into dust and floating on the wind

“she’s hateful. and so am i.”

here’s where my heart is really broken, because brienne isn’t just crying about jaime leaving -- she’s crying about being wrong about him, and that all her fears about him are true, and he’s leaving her after she’s finally opened up to her. that’s what pisses me off the most about this episode. i feel like so many of us have been the Good Woman to bad men, and have watched those men, after years of our emotional labor to make them better, go back to their shitty ways, their hotter women, their abusive toxic relationships.

i have never felt more of a personal divine calling to write something than this episode. i have to fix this. it is my duty to fix it. i don’t know how yet but it’s gonna happen

#got spoilers #mind my rambling #i didn't even read this over #i'm just so broken

[kenzieam]

Highest Bidder - Chapter 4 (Eric X OC)

Rating: M - Smut and Swearing ****Possible Trigger Warnings**** if you are sensitive to this subject matter, please read with caution.

Genre: Romance/Humour

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The final chapter for Fox and Eric’s new story

Lots o’fluff and lemonade in this chapter :)

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Eric reared back slowly, sliding free from between Fox’s legs with a guttural groan. He collapsed on his back beside her on the floor, one knee bent, his forearm thrown over his eyes, chest heaving.

Fox lay still, trying to catch her breath, her heart raced and residual shocks ran through her limbs. Fuck, that had been intense. She felt Eric’s fingertips brush her, then his hand clasped hers and pulled it gently to his chest, twining his fingers with hers.

“Fox?” He murmured, his voice soft and….regretful?

“Hmmm?”

“I’m sorry, I was….I was too rough, I lost control-”

Fox rolled instantly, coming to a stop on top of Eric, facing him and cupping his jaw with her free hand. “No. Don’t apologize. You didn’t do….that, and I know you never would. You’re a lot of things Coulter, but you’re not a monster. I loved every fucking second of it, and I could have stopped you if I’d wanted to.”

Eric searched Fox’s eyes desperately, finally seeing what he needed to and relaxing underneath her. Pulling their joined hands up he pressed her fingers to his lips, closing his eyes. “I‘ve needed you so bad.” He murmured quietly, kissing her fingers again.

Fox trailed her fingertip along Eric’s jaw-line. “Why didn’t you just say something?”

Eric quirked an eyebrow at her. “Would you have listened? All we do is fight.”

“Is that why you bid so high for me?”

Eric nodded, tracing his finger along Fox’s bottom lip. “Yes, I…I wanted you. I hated the way those fuckers were looking at you. I wanted you for myself. I’ve been wanting you for so long….. When I saw all those bastards fighting over you, I had to win.”

Fox dropped her head, her lips brushing Eric’s and he groaned, lifting his head to catch her mouth again. Their kiss deepened rapidly, small moans escaping them and Fox rolled her hips against Eric, brushing his rapidly hardening cock. She pulled away from Eric’s lips and he groaned in protest; it sharpened to a hiss and he slammed his head back against the floor as Fox slid down onto his cock, taking his full length. His hands slid to her hips, his fingers gripping her tightly as Fox began to rock against him.

“Fuck baby,” Eric breathed, his eyes closing, lips parting on a sigh. Fox moaned and increased her tempo, drawing another groan from deep in Eric’s chest. His chest rumbled under Fox’s hands and she curled her fingers, scratching lightly. Eric grunted and flexed upwards, thrusting deep inside her. Now it was Fox’s turn to drop her head back between her shoulders, a shiver running through her whole body; she whimpered as Eric touched her deep inside.

Eric trailed his hand over to where their bodies met and strained, his thumb beginning to rub at her clit and Fox hissed, spine arching sharply, biting back a gasp as a jolt shot through her.

“Eric,” she moaned, biting her bottom lip. Eric brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently pulling her lip free. Curling his massive hand through Fox’s hair, cupping the back of her head tenderly, Eric pulled Fox down to his chest, touching his lips to hers in a kiss that started out soft and almost instantly deepened into an open-mouthed battle between their tongues, sweeping through each other’s mouths, swallowing each other’s moans and soft grunts.

Nearing his release, Eric gripped Fox’s hips again, pulling her down against him as he thrust upwards; his cock hit deep inside her, brushing her womb and Fox came undone a second time, mouth falling open on a silent scream, sliding into a keening cry of ecstasy. Eric’s low roar joined her cry, rising as his cock swelled and pulsed, spilling his warm seed deep inside Fox as his body shuddered through a powerful orgasm; his eyes squeezed shut as a beautiful grimace twisted his face. Fox sank down against Eric’s chest, panting, her muscles twitching with residual orgasmic bliss and Eric wrapped his arms tight around her, burying his face into the crook of her neck, his heart hammering in his heaving chest.

Fox grinned against his flushed skin, fingertip tracing Eric’s nipple piercing. “I think we missed your reservation.”

Eric chuckled, stroking Fox’s hair and lifting his head to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’d rather be here.” Resting his head back down Eric continued to stroke her hair before trailing his fingertips gently along her cheek. He traced the silvery vertical scar that bisected the side of Fox’s lips. “Where did this come from?” His voice a low rumble, felt more than heard.

“An accident….you knew I grew up in the orphanage the singles auction was supporting?”

Eric nodded, toying with a lock of her hair.

Fox reared back, Eric’s eyebrows raising in question as she pulled away from his chest. Instantly Fox missed the warmth and security of his body, but she needed to show him; they had been too preoccupied before for him to have noticed. Twisting slightly, Fox trailed her hand lightly along the scar that ran down most of the left side of her torso. Thin and shaped like a lightning strike, Fox had worked hard in the past to minimize the look of it with creams and oils, although she wasn’t embarrassed, the reminder of her parent’s loss in the mirror everyday was something she tried to avoid. Eric brought his hand up hesitantly and began to finger the scar lightly, tracing it’s path from just below her armpit to the point of her hip. His eyes met hers again, dark with concern.

“Do you remember the apartment building collapse in Dauntless, about sixteen years ago?”

Eric frowned, “a bit, I remember Erudite sending out a team to check out the nearby buildings, make sure no others were unstable. My father was one of the engineers they sent.”

Fox sighed. “Thirty-seven people were crushed to death or eventually suffocated when they weren‘t found in time. I was one of the nine that were rescued. A chunk of rebar had torn my side open, I’d almost bled out according to doctors. I don’t remember much but they found me two days after it happened. I was the last one they found alive.”

Eric’s hand came up and cupped Fox’s cheek, a small noise of distress forming in his chest.

“They found my parents in the next room. They’d been slowly crushed and suffocated by part of the floor above…..they said when they found them, they were holding each other, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders.”

“Baby,” Eric murmured.

“I was only five at the time, and had no other close relatives, so I was sent to the orphanage. Dauntless aren’t well known for selfless acts, so being adopted back out was a rarity. No one came for me. When I turned eighteen I chose to stay. You were one of my trainers in initiation, but I tried to stay out of your way.”

“Your hair was different then.”

Fox nodded, she’d gone through a typical Dauntless rebellion and rocked a jet-black Mohawk throughout initiation, that was also when she’d gotten her ’fallen angel’ and wings tattoos. In the last year, Fox had let her hair grow back out, and with the exception of an undercut on her left side dyed indigo blue, she had left her natural auburn hair alone.

“I noticed you back then,” Eric whispered.

Fox snorted. “You got wasted at my leader coronation party and tried to feel me up in the corner.”

An adorable blush, something Fox had never seen before, coloured Eric’s face and he mumbled something below Fox’s hearing.

Fox tapped his chin lightly, “what?”

“I said I’ve never been able to keep myself together around you. You were able to stay out my way in training because I stayed away from you. Fuck baby….if I’d have gotten hold of you then…..” his hands lightly began to stroke the top of Fox’s thighs, then reached up to cup the back of her head and pull her back down onto his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. “It scares me sometimes, the way you make me feel….being an asshole is the only way I could keep away and not act like a lovesick puppy.”

“You hid it well,” Fox replied quietly, tracing his leadership tattoos and drawing a sharp inhale from him.

“I can’t go back…..to the way we were before,” Eric breathed. His eyes met Fox’s and she saw the unspoken statement in his eyes.

“I can’t either,” Fox whispered. “I don’t want to.”

His eyes searched hers, a desperate plea in them to not be teasing, to not be lying and break his heart and a beautiful smile curved his full lips when he saw the truth in Fox’s eyes. The way they’d been before, prickly co-workers with tension, pettiness and frustration marring every interaction was gone, was on the other side of the vast canyon they’d hurtled over tonight together. They couldn’t go back even if they wanted to, there was no connection to that place anymore.

Fox dropped her head back down onto Eric’s chest and inhaled his comforting scent. Her muscles grew soft and pliant as she relaxed, she couldn’t remember ever being this relaxed in another person’s embrace. Eric stroked up and down her spine and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Fox wanted to sleep and, before she got too tired and comfortable to move, pulled herself out of Eric’s arms. He watched her uncertainly, his hands reaching for her as she stood and stretched. Seeing her muscles flex and pull, her skin glowing with a gentle sheen of sweat, the smell of his body and fluids clinging to her made Eric start to harden again and he stood, following Fox into her bedroom. She stopped at the foot of her bed and glanced over her shoulder as Eric approached, a smile touching her lips. Eric bumped up against her, pressing his body to hers and captured her mouth in a kiss. Gently he began to push Fox back onto the bed and she wrapped her arms around his ribs, pulling him down with her. Curling around her, Eric deepened their kiss, swallowing Fox’s moan as his hand began to trail along her chest, delicately circling each breast and teasing her nipples. His mouth left fire in its wake as he kissed and nipped along her jaw-line and throat, and a deep groan rumbled in his chest when Fox’s hand circled his rigid length and began to stroke.

Eric had been with many women, Fox’s description of him whoring his way through Dauntless was not far off, but none had ever meant anything like this to him before. They’d all been tools for release, bed warmers until Eric finally could seize the woman he’d wanted all along; ever since he’d seen her that first day of training, and recognized her as the shadow he’d seen flitting around the Pit since he’d joined the faction, now shockingly different in both appearance and attitude. His heart had issued a one-word command that had thundered through his blood and echoed in his ears ever since, Mine.

Eric’s typical sexual style, aside from heated quickies when he’d just needed to get off dammit, included an inordinate amount of teasing and drawing out, getting off on tormenting the woman, making her half-insane with anticipation, prolonging her climax for hours if necessary; and while this had earned him a reputation as one of the best lays in Dauntless, with nearly inhuman stamina, he’d never done it for their pleasure. It had always been a game, never involving his heart; just a bodily release that granted him a few moments of peace without his thoughts darting back to Fox and the thrill that shot through his body just by being within eyesight of her. Now, finally with the woman he’d desired for so long, all thoughts of teasing and drawing out were gone, Eric was desperate to be inside Fox, desperate to feel her milk his dick as she came around him, desperate to feel himself pulse and spill inside her. His self-control was embarrassingly limited at this point and he just didn’t give a shit. If he lived to be a hundred, he still would not have enough time to be together with this woman, to love her and her body.

Time spent teasing and tormenting was better spent fucking and making love and Eric groaned gutturally as he fitted himself between Fox’s legs and pushed inside. Fox curved back with a cry, curling back forwards against Eric as he pulled Fox tight to his body, spine arching with each snap of his hips. Compared to before, Eric’s thrusts were languid and lazy, but each one was powerful, precise and touched deep inside her, sending sparks through her body.

“Eric,” Fox moaned, eyes closed as Eric peppered kisses along her jaw and throat.

“Yeah baby,” Eric breathed, ghosting his nose along her cheek before burying his face in the crook of her neck. His arms tightened as his thrusts increased in tempo. He could feel Fox beginning to tremble around him, and his own body began to shudder as the delicious bliss soaked into every muscle.

“Oh fuck,” Eric gasped as Fox tightened her inner muscles around him, drawing him deeper, “you feel so fucking good.”

Fox whimpered, clinging to Eric, her body jolting.

“Let go baby,” Eric murmured, lifting his head enough to caress her sensitive skin beneath her ear with his tongue. He thrust once more into Fox before she came apart, crying out Eric’s name and shattering around him. Eric stopped fighting his own orgasm, let himself explode, hips thrusting once more erratically before spilling his seed deep inside her with a ragged groan. Collapsing, Eric sprawled on Fox, covering her like a muscular blanket and she purred like a cat, the sound rising slightly each time Eric’s body twitched with residual aftershocks against her.

Burying his face in her throat again, Eric breathed hard, exalting in the feel of this woman in his arms, the never-before-experienced relaxation he was feeling, the heavy sated weight of utter contentment. He felt like he could take on the world, if he didn’t have to leave Fox’s arms and this bed to do so. All the background noise in his life, in his mind had faded and he knew perfect silence, perfect peace for perhaps the first time in his life. This woman in his arms, cradled to his chest, curled beneath his massive body and rapidly falling asleep was his, he would give her anything and everything, his life, his love; make babies with her and raise them, grow old and laugh together. Eric’s life and future unfolded in his mind’s eye and he felt a rush of anticipation and satisfaction. With Fox beside him, they would and could do anything. Together.

“I love you Fox,” Eric whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple, “forever.”

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