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everywherea11thetime · 1 month

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So High School | ln4 x singer!reader| smau

warnings: mentions of sex

a/n: added a lil espresso bc it was way too short:/

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y/ninstagram: New single out now! It’s called so high school. I wanna thank jack for helping produce this and i wanna thank my boy for being my muse<3 You know who you are i love you;).

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fan63: YESS Y/N IS FEEDING USSSS

fan95: hello who is this about😭

fan24: girlll “you know how to drive i know Aristotle” imma need every person who has a license in the world

fan78: is this abt a race car driver?

→fan75: Nascar maybe??

mclaren: We love the song y/n🧡

→fan35: ariana wyd here?

→fan40: is the song about a mclaren driver?

→fan28: girl no

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fan40: guys I think so high school is abt a McLaren f1 driver and here’s why. Most obvious one, in her song So High School she says you know how to drive i know aristotle, so it’s somebody in the racing world, then on her anouncement mclaren commented saying that they “loved the song” know it might just be that y/n a McLaren f1 fan but also maybe they met at the bahrain gp that y/n was in march. coincidence I THINK NOT.

→fan38: girl im not gonna lie ur kinda onto something…

→fan82: nurse shes out again!

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F1wags: Lando Norris and singer/songwriter Y/n Y/Ln spotted at Club Gascon in London out only a week after speculations of who her new song So High School was about. People said they had their romantic dinner then were spotted walking to the guildhall art gallery. New couple alert?

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fan64: Y/N IN THE LIKES?????!!!!

fan71: guys maybe that twitter thread was right…

fan49: she dates to many guys, im scared for lando

→fan57: her song abt him is literally how she wants them to be forever bsffr…

fan35: Not my two worlds colliding

fan91: im actually so ready for this relationship

fan86: the next album is about to be so fireee

fan63: @/y/ninstagram @/landonorris care to explain yourselves???

→y/ninstagram: No thanks

→landonorris: no we’re good

→fan63: WE’RE!!!???????

fan54: THEY HIT THE PENTAGON

Texts between lando and y/n

y/n: should we just hard launch already?

landino: I mean they kinda already know.

y/n: alr im making the post, make yours sweet please. I dont trust you

landino: awhh please baby i had a whole caption out😔🤚

y/n: don’t come crying to after mclaren scolding you again babe

landino: YIPPIEEEE

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y/ninstagram: you know what you wanted and boy, you got her🧡 ft real pic of me on the last slide watching lan and his friends listen to so high school

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maxfewtrell: still haven’t recovered from that song…

→landonorris: wanna play gta tonight?

→maxfewtrell: NO

→angryginge13: NO

→martingarrix: NO

→ maxverstappen: NO

→ danielricciardo: NO

→ y/ninstagram: damn, American Pie then?

landonorris: love you babe(i would have chose kill)

→ y/ninstagram: oh what’d you say “no sex for a month”

→ landonorris: NO I SAID I LOVE YOU AND YOUR THE BEST PERSON ON THIS EARTH AND YOUR SO AWESOME AND COOL😍❤️❤️❤️💕💕😘😘🥰(plz lemme eat u out)

fan40: I WAS RIGHT AND U ALL SAID I WAS CRAZY

fan83: the fifth slide!!!!???

fan74: they’re actually so cute omg

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landonorris: it’s true, swear, scouts honor . Also me n her if we were in gta🤭

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Maxfewtrell:WAIT I JUST GOT THE SCOUTS HONOR LYRIC… GROSS

→ landonorris: sorry💁

→ y/ninstagram: sorry💁‍♀️

martingarrix: I will never be able to look either of y'all in the eye

→ y/ninstagram: sorry💁‍♀️

→ landonorris: sorry💁

Y/Instagram: i told you to make it sweet…

→landonorris: this IS sweet…like you😛

→y/Instagram: blocked and reported

fan57: 3RD SLIDE IS SO MOMMY🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Mclaren: hey can we maybe not

fan10: y/n plz I could treat you so much better

→landonorris: did you not listen to the song?

carlossainz: landos not so little anymore🥲

→y/Instagram: definitely not little

oscarpiastri: guys please tell them to stop making out in front of me I. AM. TIRED

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y/ninstagram: ESPRESSO SONG AND MUSIC VIDEO OUT NOW!

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landonorris: you mountain dew it for me😻😻😻

landonorris: first

landonorris: most beautiful amazing gorgeous person on this earth🤭🤭

→y/ninstagram: 🤭🤭🤭 cmere🤭🤭🤭

→ landonorris: yes ma’am🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

fan45: not Lando being a simp on main

→landonorris: AND I WILL DO IT AGAIN

fan76: why does vroom vroom guy keep getting songs😔

→y/ninstagram: the d is fireeeeee

☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎☺︎

a/n2: sorry this took so long and was so short, collage is not for the weak and I've had tests all week

#everywherea11thetime #lando norris x reader #lando norris smau #f1 x reader #lando norris x you #ln4 x reader

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aaizawashouta · 2 months

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Heatin' Up

pairing: frat!kiba x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

summary: kiba and his famous beer pong partner finally do the dirty. (modern!au)

warnings: smut (18+, minors dni) oral f and m receiving, p in v, cream pie.

a/n: it's me, hi. this was long over due. i love them your honor.

→ Wyd later?

You could feel the disgust on your face. It never ceases to amaze you how much of a fuckboy he could be. No wonder he was in a frat. What did this make you? His booty call? Ugh, you’re the only one who would ever answer him on such short notice. Your nails tapped against your phone as you contemplated your answer.

→ Party @ the house

→ Got your fav

What did he think you are? Some schmuck? As if your favorite drink would be enough to pull you from the comfort of your room. But then you hear the giggling. Your roommates are never quiet, and you know their habits. Especially when you hear Shikamaru’s name dropped. Ino’s been trying to get into his pants for weeks. Sighing, you push your blankets off your lap, knowing you're in a losing situation.

The girls barge into your room, animatedly talking over one another. You get the jist, which you already knew. Sakura eyes you suspiciously when you don’t fight them on coming along. Ino’s already tearing into your closet. You pinch the side of your thigh to keep yourself from freaking out.

“We promise,” Ino says as she coats your lashes in mascara. “We won’t leave your side.”

It’s a lie, it always is. They always abandon you at some point. Not that it matters. Because there is one who always sniffs you out. You couldn’t hide from him even if you wanted to.

→ you comin?

I’ll be there! Find me xoxo ←

It was a new world record. You’d lost sight of your roommates the moment you walked in. Not all that bummed about it, you headed to the kitchen. You had been promised your favorite drink. Gaara and Kankuro are stationed in the kitchen. Their only job is to make sure that the drinks stay clean. A shutter rushes over you as you think about how the house had been your freshman year. A hand rubs at your forearm, the pink and shiny scar a reminder of the hell that broke out that night. Grabbing your drink, Gaara pops the cap off for you, smiling as you take a much needed drink. The latter gives you a wink accompanied by a smirk. You flash them a smile before braving the rest of the party.

You hear him before you see him. Laughter and sharp words greet you when you step out into the backyard. There’s a bonfire, most of your friend group sits around it. Naruto and Kiba are bickering, both hotheaded and passionate about their beliefs. You can’t make out what it is exactly they're arguing about, you just hope it isn’t something stupid. Taking another swig of your drink, eyes cast down to watch your steps, a large hand wraps around your arm. You glance up to see Kiba. His large frame blocking out the light from the fire, but his grin still lights up his face.

“There she is,”

“I told you I was coming.”

“Thought you got lost when your dumbass friends walked out here without you.”

Well, he’s not wrong is he? He had some faith in you, though, given he didn’t come hunt you down himself. But now that he has you, he isn’t letting you go. Time moves quickly whenever you’re with Kiba. One drink turns into two, and two into three.

“Hey, the pong table is open!”

You yelp when you're yanked from your seat, tripping over your own feet as you're dragged back into the house. “Game face on, baby. We got a table to dominate.”

It’s never been like this intense before. Sweat drips down your neck. You’ve stripped down every layer while still remaining decent. Not everybody at this party needs to see you in your undies. Goosebumps breakout on your skin when a deep sigh comes from behind you. Nerves? Not a thing. Anxiety never seems to dig its claws in you. The only thing that ever sets you off is the impatient man behind you breathing down your neck.

This is the last shot of the game. The make or break of your winning sweep. You and Kiba always dominate the pong table, but tonight is something special. Or it could be. If only he’d take a step back and let you fucking breathe.

Slowly you turn, head tilting to clash gazes with familiar amusement. His brows shoot up into his headband, actually your headband – it’s your favorite color. He’s shirtless, when the hell did that happen? Probably started stripping down when you did. Jeans hanging low on his hips, the band of his underwear playing with the dark hair of his happy trail. His sneakers are toe to toe with your bare feet. It’s almost like a superstition. Or maybe because playing beer pong in high heels isn’t a smart idea. For you, anyway.

“Are you going to throw?”

“Are you going to let me breathe?”

His grin takes on a wolfish form as he steps into your space. Always by your side, never more than an arms length away. If anyone knows how to push your buttons it’s Kiba. If there’s anyone who isn’t afraid of pushing your buttons, it’s Kiba. You’ve been giving him a lot of slack lately. No pushback for all the bullshit he throws your way. Your lips purse, lifting your foot you step on the toes of his shoes.

“Bro, what the fuck.”

“Back away, Inuzuka. Wouldn’t want to scuff up those kicks.”

Your lips twitch when he huffs out a humorless laugh. As if he’s surprised by your audacity. Kiba takes a step back, his jaw clenching when you refuse to pick up your foot. Yeah, the fucking audacity.

“You’re mean.”

“You’re messing up my game.”

“Are you even playing anymore?”

You look behind you with a sneer on your face. Naruto and Lee stand there – Lee literally vibrating from all the energy drinks he’s had. Naruto rolls his shoulders, pinning you and Kiba with a bored look.

“Why? Want me to kick your ass that bad, huh?”

The group watching laughs, causing you to smile. Naruto gives you the bird before pouting. Another swig of your drink down and your shoulders loosen. Warm hands land on your waist, lips brushing against your ear.

“Nothing but water, baby.”

“This is the winning shot, what do I get if I make it?”

There isn’t a doubt you’ll make it. You’re gloating now. A wide grin eating up your face as you roll the ball through your fingers.

“When’d you turn into a scammer? That’s easy fucking money. Everyone here knows you’ll make the shot.”

“What are you willing to hand over, Kiba?”

He’s silent, debating. You quirk an eyebrow as you stare up at him over your shoulder, intrigued by the wheels turning in his head. He sighs, fingers digging into your sides. “Throw the damn ball.”

You can’t help but snort. It’s not rocket science, beer pong. It’s technique, all in the wrist. But don’t tell any of the meatheads that. God forbid you figured out how to beat the frat bros at their own game. Which you do every time you play. Taking a deep breath you position yourself, aiming. The hoots and hollers quiet down as you look from the red solo cup to Kiba. He’s beaming; smirk showing off a sharp fang. Slightly threatening, but boyish all the same. It’s a clean shot – you sink it without even looking.

The pride that flares in Kiba’s eyes sends heat through you. There isn’t a moment to think about it before he’s rushing you. In an instant you’re off your feet, a screech leaving you as you hastily wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hell yeah, that’s my girl.”

Your teeth bite into your cheek to hold back your whimper. This isn’t the first time he’s said something like that. How easily he calls you pet names and claims you as his. He’s known you since you were a gap toothed little kid with knobby knees. The only one mean enough to put Kiba in his place when his mouth got away from him.

“Ki, you’re making me dizzy.”

He grumbles but lets you down. Not bothering to move away his chest brushing against your back with every breath. Not like you mind. You’ve never been one to shy away from Kiba. He invades your space, your mind, your dreams.

“It’s not fair.” Naruto complains, downing another cup of cheap beer. “I want her as my partner in the next game.”

Kiba’s grip on your waist tightens when he looks over your shoulder towards the blond. “Over my dead fucking body. She’s mine.”

Snickering from beside you catches your attention. Ino and Sakura sit with their drinks trying to hide their smug looks. Oh yeah, you’ll never hear the end of it. They’ve been trying to set you and Kiba up for a while now. You don’t ever encourage their meddling, but you don’t put a stop to it either. Because there is a big part of you that wonders. It’s your little secret if the part that wonders happens late at night with your fingers buried deep between your legs. No one has to know.

“What the fuck are you snickering for? Not like anyone wants you.”

The drink you’re holding gets slammed down on the table. Kiba pulls you into him as you choke on the liquid. You’re trying to breathe, but your laughter keeps bubbling up, making it hard. Large palms run up and down your spine, a soothing gesture. Finally gulping in some air you flash Kiba an appreciative smile.

He’s got a look in his eye, one you’ve never seen before. Goosebumps erupt across your skin. His gaze takes you in from head to toe; it’s predatory, wild. The hand he used to sooth you is now gripping the back of your neck. Kiba pulls you close, head tilted down, nose brushing against your own. You’ve got to fight to keep your eyes from fluttering closed. Warm breath ghosts over your parted lips, waiting. You nod, barely visible, but Kiba catches it. Warm lips meet yours. Firm against your own, but not demanding. He’s holding back, not wanting to put on a show. You gasp when his tongue lightly brushes against your bottom lip, and then he’s gone. Pulling away, leaving you only a small taste.

Clearing your throat you pick up your discarded items. “I need to pee.”

“Sure, babe. Let’s go.”

A huff leaves your lips as you follow after him. His large frame breaks through the sea of people, keeping you from getting knocked around. It gets a beat quieter when you hit the stairs. Less people, less chatter. Kiba bangs on the bathroom door, giving no time before ripping it open. Covering your mouth so the embarrassed couple doesn’t see you laughing. The poor girl has no time to adjust her skirt before Kiba is manhandling them out of the way.

“Do your business.”

You wait a beat. “Get out.”

“Babe,”

“Kiba! I’m not peeing with you in here!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

That makes your temper flare. “Don’t compare me to your one night stands. You’ve only seen me naked in your dreams, but even that is lacking.”

In a blink of an eye he’s got you shoved against the counter. Hand wrapped around your throat, lips brushing over yours as he speaks. “Only because you won’t give it up.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You know me better than anybody. But sometimes, you’re so fucking blind it pisses me off.”

“I swear to god, Kiba, if you think you’re going to fuck me in this bathroom–” Your mouth snaps shut. You don’t even want to entertain that thought. But Kiba is grinning now, big and brilliant. A cat that got the cream. Makes you want to smack him.

“I knew it.” He whispers. “I knew you wanted me. Bet you touch that sweet pussy thinking of me, don’tcha sweetheart?”

No, absolutely not. You aren’t doing this. You manage to shove him away, a glare settling over your pretty features. You slam the bathroom door open ready to leave. You never really had to pee, you just needed a breather. Now here you are; stressed out and getting hornier by the second. But the chance to leave never comes. You never step out of the bathroom. Kiba takes this into his own hands –quite literally– and picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Fuck you, Inuzuka. Put me down!”

“Yeah, baby. That’s the plan.”

You can’t fight him. Can’t ignore the heat that spreads through you. Your thighs would be rubbing together if Kiba didn’t have a mean grip on them. So you hang there, blood rushing to your head as he enters his room. He tosses you on the bed, standing there staring at you with a hungry, desperate gaze while you get your bearings.

Grabbing your ankle Kiba drags you down the bed, smacking your thigh to get your attention. “Let’s go, baby girl. On your knees.”

“What?”

Kiba raises a brow. “On. Your. Knees.”

“You want me on my knees for you? You first.”

Hands grab at you, hastily undoing your pants before tugging them along with the black thong you wore down your legs. Kiba never takes his eyes off you as he tosses the clothes over his shoulder. His fingers tangle with yours, dragging your hand down your body, drawing your fingers up and down the seam between your legs, a sign you take to spread them. He doesn’t have to give you any more direction. Eagerly you dip a finger in, building up a pace before adding another. Placing one hand on a bare thigh, he holds you open, pushing his shoulders in between to get closer to you. A satisfied groan leaves you when he kisses your thigh. His teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh, a laugh rumbling in his chest when he notices your hand moving faster and faster the closer he gets to your core.

“Kiba,” you’re begging. Needy, and desperate.

His hand moves, expert fingers toying with your pert nipples. Back arching with each tug and twist. You’re mumbling–bite, bite, bite. With your own hand busy between your legs, Kiba pushes up on his elbows, licking a trail between the valley of your breasts before sucking one in his mouth. You whimper, hand now tangled in his hair, holding him tight as you push your tit into his mouth. He rolls it in his mouth, tongue flicking at it before sucking. Eyes wide, pupils blown out as he watches you teeter closer to the edge.

His hand trails down your stomach, fingers tracing over yours. A grunt escapes him when he realizes you’ve stopped moving it. He tsks at you, pulling himself away from your chest. “Don’t stop,” he commands, his hand gripping your now stilled hand and forcing your fingers back inside. No longer two deep, but three. He wants you stretched out and ready for him. He keeps his hand over yours, controlling the pace. ‘Come on sweetheart – fuck, like that.”

He watches you for a moment, before lowering himself back down. You jolt at the flat of his tongue running over your nipple. A low groan parting your lips when his teeth finally latch on to it. You’ve always been a sucker for pain. Especially with your nipples being as sensitive as they are. He could make you come just by playing with them alone. Dragging his teeth over the tender flesh, he flicks his tongue over it. How fast can he make you come like this? Applying more pressure to the hand between your legs, it's a race between your fingers and his tongue.

“Kiba, fuck.”

Your legs are trembling around him, your weight shifting back onto your toes. Chasing, chasing… Kiba bites down on your nipple, hard. You scream as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You look so fucking pretty when your like this, basking in your orgasm glow.

Knowing that your legs are anything but steady, you roll off the bed, landing on all fours before crawling over to sit on your haunches before him. You look up at him expectantly, waiting for your next order. He smiles down at you. Hand cupping your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, finding its way down to your bottom lip. He pulls on the tender flesh, watching as your lips part and your tongue automatically comes out. Waiting, hungry.

“Are you going to be nice?” You whine, scooting forward, wanting nothing more than the feel of his heavy cock on your tongue. “Good girl, baby. Take the whole thing.”

Both hands tangle in your hair. He doesn’t move an inch, letting you come to him. Your eyes prick with tears as he makes his way in. You love the stretch, no matter where it is. Slowly, slowly, you make until you're suffocating with his cock down your throat and your nose in his dark hair.

“That’s it — fuck, stay right there.”

His thighs twitch when you hum around him. Your mouth is so soft and warm, he could come right now if he really wanted to. But that’s not what he wants, not what you want. All of this is just foreplay. Because nothing will compare to when he’s got his cock in you and you’re begging him to fill you up, to use you. He’s been dreaming of that for years. His eyes roam all over you as he steadies his breathing, taking in the lewd scene that’s all you.

“You’re a goddamn daydream. You know that?”

Hand pushing on your head, you gag around him before quickly being pulled away. You brace yourself, letting him use your face for his pleasure. Tears stream down your cheeks, making your eyes sparkle. Cheeks hallowed, lips suctioning around him until he can’t take it anymore. Pulling himself out of your mouth, Kiba reaches down and wraps you up in arms only to turn and toss you on the bed. You’re pussy clenches around nothing when you see the feral look in his eyes. He’s grinning down at you, but it isn’t nice. He’s going to devour you whole. Crack open your ribs and feast on everything that you are, everything you have to offer. When he’s had his fill and he’s done, you’ll do nothing but say thank you.

“Spread those legs. I want that cunt.”

It’s your favorite part, when he first enters you. That first stretch, the feel of his cock making its way into you. He doesn’t know it yet, but you need to feel how much it hurts. Maybe your as fucking feral as he is.

He swiftly moves to his knees, a hand slides across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. It’s a silent scream, no sound leaving you. He’s big, so big, and he’s filling you up to the brim. It hurts, and you’re loving every inch that stretches you out. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap it around your throat. He loves watching you come undone around him, and he’ll never forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers.

“Babe,” he grits, hand tightening, cutting off a little more air, “you feel so fucking good.”

You stare back at him, feel as he moves to kneel on one knee, the angle shifting somewhere deeper inside of you. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is shooting out above your head, keeping you from hitting the headboard. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, high in euphoria only Kiba can provide you. Words are pouring out of you, but you couldn’t understand what you were trying to say even if you wanted to. Whatever it is he wants to hear. Whatever keeps him close, keeps him inside of you. You never thought you’d get to be like this.

“Kiba, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down. You’re going to drown in it, and you don’t know if you’ll make it out unscathed.

“You going to come on my cock, baby?”

“Yes! Please, please, Kiba. Don’t stop. More, more, holy fuck,”

You come on his cock like a tidal wave, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Kiba groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Good girl,” he praises, letting go of your throat. “Such a good girl for me.”

It’s quiet, apart from your labored breathing. Kiba’s thumb runs along your stomach where his hand rests. He’s laying halfway on you, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. It’s a soft moment, one you don’t wish to break. But this time, you really do need to pee.

“Kiba,” he grumbles, digging deeper into the comfort you provide. “Ki, get up. I have to pee.”

He glances up at you, clearly fighting off a grin. “You gonna kick me out this time?”

“Kiba,” you warn.

“What? Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

“Fucking, hell, Inuzuka.”

He chuckles, lifting his weight off you. He smiles at your glare. Quietly you get dressed. Your hair stacked up on your head in a messy bun. There’s no saving your makeup. You wince at your reflection, seeing your lipstick smeared all over your mouth. Calloused fingers grip your chin, lifting your face so he can mesh his lips with yours.

“You’re a vision, sweetheart.” he murmurs against your lips. “Don’t think this was a one time thing.”

Your head tilts. “Oh yeah? You addicted now?”

“Don’t be stupid. I’ve been addicted to you my whole fucking life.”

“Are you going soft on me?”

He grins down at you. “Oh, baby. We’re just heatin’ up.”

#kiba inuzuka x reader #kiba x reader #kiba inuzuka x you #kiba x you #kiba smut #kiba inuzuka smut #kiba inuzuka one shot #naruto fanfiction

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vampyre-kin · 10 months

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Sorry, I actually can't do the talking phase, I also can't do casual dating you have to be absolutely obsessed with me and court me like an ancient vampire who thinks I'm the most enchanting creature to ever cross their path.

Yeah sorry, I will not reply to u up or wyd ever again. I need you to throw an elaborate midnight masquerade ball where I'm the guest of honor but you don't tell me that and we have an incredibly romantic dance full of sexual tension despite me not being totally aware that I'm dancing with you, only for you to reveal that it was all for me and profess your undying love for me.

#and yeah we would be doing it mad sloppy after the ball #vlv #vampire loving vampire #vampire #vampirekin #vampire kin #vampyrekin #vampcore #vampirecore #vampirism #vampire goth #romantic goth #masquerade ball #vampire romance #goth aesthetic

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sihirbazi · 20 days

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you break into a netracell and find the most awkward issue of orokin playboy ever made that was minted in the honor of albrechts inventions, wyd?

#albrecht entrati #warframe fanart #tennocreate #warframe #sihirbaz art #im not sorry for objectifying that old man but this ones not going on twitter lmaoooo

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spadesofspader · 4 months

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wyd when this is my husband and we have three babies imma have honor guard stand there and shoot anyone who tries to object at the wedding

#james spader #personal

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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hi lock! sorry if you have answered this before but i tried searching your page for it and i couldn't find the answer. can i know what are your thoughts on the final scene of monster? i just watched it for the third time and i went back to reread your johan fics. if you have answered this before then feel free to just ramble on about monster... i read every ask and post you make and you are my inspiration for writing.... !

i don't think i've answered this before!! and thank you so much, i'm honored to know i can help inspire your writing some 🥺💖...

spoilers for naoki urasawa's monster below !!

personally, i don't think there could've been a better ending to the series. it perfectly represents the themes that were explored throughout the story (the value of human life/do we have the right to play 'god' by deciding who gets to live and who gets to die, etc). it was also a satisfying end for tenma's character arc. i know i gush a lot about johan as a character and it's well-deserved since he was crafted with such methodical care, but tenma is absolutely essential to making johan work (and vice versa). tenma's thrust into this dark world where he's forced to confront the fact that by choosing to save johan's life that day, johan was able to go on and commit numerous atrocities. johan pretty much said this to him point blank early on in the series, which sets the tone for everything that comes next.

this (understandably) absolutely crushes tenma, who up until this point, has felt vindicated in his belief that all human lives are equal. it's a belief that's gone unchallenged ever since he saved kid johan, only to be challenged later on by adult johan. throughout his journey of chasing after johan while on the run from the authorities, he's haunted by this sentiment and sometimes considers choosing not to save another because they've done immoral things. what i really love about monster, though, is the quiet optimism in the presence of such overwhelming darkness. tenma's companions always bring him back whenever he threatens to lose himself to callousness.

after tenma's long journey to fix the decision he made almost a decade prior, he's faced with the choice to operate on johan or not operate on johan again. as a reader/member of the audience, we're essentially brought into the same dilemma as tenma. by this point in the series, we have enough emotional investment in the world to feel the same weight of the choice that tenma does. we've seen everything johan has done, know what he's capable of doing, and we we get to decide for ourselves whether we think saving johan is or isn't the right thing to do. naoki urasawa really is a genius for how effectively he pulls this off.

at first, when tenma goes to operate on johan, my reaction was Tenma My Fella wyd. after thinking about it more though, this act is far more significant/befitting of the themes in monster than letting johan die. tenma is denying johan's ultimate wish and sticking to the principles he once held dear; principles that he's fought hard for by this point in the narrative. it isn't so much a question of 'is this the right thing to do or not' but more of 'do i deserve to be the one to make the call over if someone gets to live or die?'

i normally have very mixed feelings when a story reaches its conclusion and the protagonist has this change of heart where they let the antagonist live, when the entire story up until that point was the protagonist going absolutely ham to kill the antagonist (cough the last of us 2 cough). it just... feels cheap, like the writer(s) wanted to make some profound point, but they didn't earn it. this is absolutely not the case with monster. naoki urasawa interweaves such a human element into his stories, idk how else to describe it. the act of killing is treated with the weight it deserves without being corny. one of my favorite quotes in the series comes from a relatively minor character, but by god if it isn't incredible:

“Killing people is simple. All you have to do is forget the taste of sugar.”

i could write an essay on this quote alone but i don't want to get too off-topic.

tenma would lose something vital to himself if he chose to let johan die. as for the infamous final panel of the empty hospital bed/the speculation over if johan actually escaped or if tenma was hallucinating, i love that choice as well. it further reinforces the point that we don't know, per se, if what tenma decided was the 'right' choice, in the same way we don't know if johan actually escaped or not. imo, by leaving it open-ended, we're forced the weigh the potential ramifications in our mind. life is defined by its ambiguity. we don't always know how a decision we're going to make will impact the future. does that make us responsible? or our we exempt from blame when unforeseen consequences come to pass?

i just . really love monster. it is a masterpiece through and through.

#sweet asks #lock analysis #<- new tag time #answered #Anonymous

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“You said you didn’t know why you came here, you were just here, but what am I supposed to do with that, Elena? What are you doing?”

She continued toward him. “Fighting for you.”

Stefan closed his eyes. “Well, don’t.” It’s only getting you hurt. I can’t stand it.

THE FACT THAT HE STILL CARES SO DEEPLY

“Maybe that’s not what I’m looking for right now.”

Elena cocked her head, bewildered. “I can’t even fathom that.”

“I never remember asking you to try,” said Stefan calmly.

LMFAO

and like... really elena? how can you not comprehend that YOUR decisions led to this situation???

“You know this is bad for you,” she said.

“Elena, I’m not looking for your approval.”

L M F A O STEFAN IS KILLING ME

She wasn’t listening. She pointed toward the apartment building. “You know she is bad for you.”

Of course he knew that. “Can’t you just stop?”

“No,” she said.

It was Stefan’s turn to be surprised, his expression a mixture of exasperation and desperation. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“I don’t care.”

even though shes refusing to stay in her lane, im kinda impressed with elena

“Giving up is not what we do, Stefan. We don’t stop,” said Elena, holding his gaze so he could understand how serious she was. “I didn’t stop when you went off the deep end with Klaus. You didn’t stop when Jeremy died.”

“I haven’t lost my humanity.”

Elena snorted. “No, just your mind.”

LAUGHING OUT LOUD! ELENA PULLED A MICHAEL SCOTT

“Don’t defend her!”

“Why shouldn’t I?” he yelled back, words rushing out before he could stop himself. “After all the energy we spend defending Damon, holding up the lie that being with you has reigned him in, the fantasy we’ve constructed for ourselves just so we could all feel better about your choice?

E X A C T L Y

“What do you want to hear, Elena?” He was shouting. “You want to hear that it makes me sick? Well it does! But the rush I get? I can’t ---” He took a deep breath. “I can’t stop! Is this what you mean? This is what you want to hear?”

His words shattered her but Elena wouldn’t back down. “It’s only fair isn’t it? You had to hear what I felt about Damon even though it was against my will. It’s your turn.”

elena:

“I’m not hurting you because you hurt me.”

UGH. stefans initial instincts, his nature:

stefan's the most honorable male character i know, his compassion knows no bounds

“I am demanding that we talk about it!”

ELENA WYD

“Fine, let’s talk about it! Let’s talk about how good the sex is, that I’ve had her every which way for hours on end and it’s still, somehow, not enough! Let’s talk about how it feels like I’m addicted to her, like I’m hooked on the high I get when I’m around her! Let’s talk about how right now, I can’t see an end in sight! You really want to talk about that? You really want to hear that? Really? Do you want me to go on?”

this fucking hurt, but i get it... stefan just couldn't take it anymore

“Maybe that’s not what I’m looking for right now.”

Elena cocked her head, bewildered. “I can’t even fathom that.”

“I never remember asking you to try,” said Stefan calmly.

LMFAO

LMAO very much 4x11 Stefan

Of course he knew that. “Can’t you just stop?”

“No,” she said.

It was Stefan’s turn to be surprised, his expression a mixture of exasperation and desperation. “This has nothing to do with you.”

“I don’t care.”

even though shes refusing to stay in her lane, im kinda impressed with elena

And I actually think that's very much what they're like in canon where Stefan is like OK well this is not your responsibility or this has nothing to do with you or 'll figure it out on my own or I'm letting you go

and Elena is basically like, the fuck you will, we are a PACKAGE DEAL or did you forget??

and it's really fun to write that in this situation where he's like will you PLEASE just mind your business and she's like

because what she's doing is this

combined with extreme jealousy and we've already covered how crazy Elena acts when jealous about Stefan.

“I am demanding that we talk about it!”

ELENA WYD

and for here I was basically like, in Elena's mind they're never going to get anywhere, they're never going to get past this unless he's honest, unless he's telling her things he doesn't want to tell her, letting her see things he doesn't want her to see, it's basically another version of this

#stelena #steferine

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my thoughts while rewatching all of Helluva Boss in honor of the S2 trailer PT 5 (getting this one out last minute let's goooo)

WESTERN ENERGY - i remember this one :/ - i hate andrealphus oh my god - dude the tone of this is so off - how is bro staying on this horse he's like levitating - blitzo's little laugh omg pop off brandon rogers - reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally can't say that word anymore - i hate this goat's voice - oh it's vivienne - this song is so bad kill me now - no cause i actually hate the pacing of this episode - oooo classism, how fun - bro why did the dude call moxxie "queer boy" im sobbing - this dialogue kill me now - i don't even have words i hate this - i feel like this scene is only here bc A) they wanted ed bosco to sound sexy B) they're not allowed to show what happens during the full moon - hate this sequence - hate it - am i the only one who thought andrealphus talking to his sister the way he does it... kinda weird? like it gives me such a weird vibe - "you're so lucky you're attractive" WHAT THE FUCK - your sister is not your "fiery vixen" stfu elsa - okay but bryce pinkham is popping off again he makes this episode worth watching - dude this episode is so heavily censored what's happening - EW THE FIGHT SEQUENCE MAKES ME WANNA KMS OMG - i hate the music change - idk why watching moxxie fight is so visually satisfying though - "hey let's play a game! how many times can we make the same sex joke over and over again in one episode?" -vivienne, probably - how does such a bad episode have such a good ending. like genuinely i'm so mad about this because the whole "stolas got hurt?" thing and the hospital scene at the end is so PERFECT and if the episode were just written better, it would've been amazing

UNHAPPY CAMPERS - i kinda like the opening sequence ngl - perfectionist moxxie, we stan - okay but like... why did they choose to be siblings - this is.... so cringe - dude the double standard is CRAAAZY - i hate this number so much kill me now - like we wanted millie to get a solo but.... not this. god, not this - HELP WHY IS THE "moxxie sobbing uncontrollably" SUBTITLE SO FUNNY TO ME - i'm so lost - "child screams in futility" - this is a cool fight sequence though - tf is this song - HELP THE CAPTIONS - "like it's so graphic" "there goes the tube top" "exhibitionism activated" I'M SOBBING - stop being mean to moxxie where did the truth seekers character development go OOPS - love the opening music - guys alex brightman is at it again - imagine betting flustered by your own dirty comment OZZIE - DICKS IN THE VAN - queives >>> - i love this episode, like i'm not gonna have a lot of commentary because i just wanna watch it - were those condoms that just flew out of his pants? - "birdy babe" i love him omg - OWL IN A CAGE INSTRUMENTAL SPOTTED - wow ngl kinda ballsy to play a video sent by fizz in front of stolas, ozzie - wow these two are both like... idiots - they both have like... the worst kept secrets in hell - help i love the dialogue in this episode so much - wow blitzo would EAT at pool - i remember everyone theorizing for YEARS about the fire and when this episode came out we weren't even surprised because we got it right so we were all like.... "yeah" - "fizz fighty sounds" - real ones remember "i'm getting paid to write this" - YALL READY FOR ONE OF THE BEST SONGS IN THE SERIES - yeah i said it, look at this is one of the best - it's up there with owl in a cage and you will be okay - why is it always "wyd" and never "THE SECRET TO BITCOIN COMPUTERS AND MICROCHIPS-" - crimson's confused face during the italian bit is so funny - ALESSIO DOES A MOM HAND AT CRIM - stiker going slowly insane is so cool to watch omg - stan asexual king striker - "get fucked little one" are we talkin to the lawyer dude or fizz... - i love that episode so much MAMMON'S MUSICAL MID SEASON WHATEVER THE FUCK - YALL I AM SO TIRED - so exhausted - fuck you mammon - written by vivienne medrano - i have no thoughts i just love this episode - like the pacing is SO GOOD - i need a therapist fizzy ngl - "if you wanna fuck em' you can!" and then IMMEDIATELY says "fizzy for the kids" i'm sobbing - "royal big man" BLITZO I LOVE YOU - HOUSE OF ASMODEUS INSTRUMENTAL SPOTTED - okay but ozzie's "undercover" outfit.... doesnt eat - OKAY MAMMON HAS SOME AMAZING SOUND EFFECTS WHY COULDN'T WE DO THAT FOR ALASTOR IN HAZBIN - i love this dialogue so much - i hated juggling iz cool when i first heard it but it grew on me - it's catchy - ill be honest i don't really get the clown contest thing - cue the cutest sequence in any helluva episode ever - i can't put into words how much i love the asl scene - sir your ass is out - klown bitch also grew on me after a while - BUT LIKE SERIOUSLY I DON'T GET THE CLOWN COMPETITION??? LIKE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY, RIGHT? RIGHT? WHY IS IT JUST A CONCERT - literally zoned out through the entirety of crooked - like it's okay but they deserved a WAAAAAAY better number - THIS SONG SLAPS THOUGH - TWO MINUTES NOTICE HAS MY HEART - literally zoned out for all of this i should sleep omg - blitzo is out here asking the important questions

I'M FINALLY DONE

happy full moon ya'll <3

#helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss western energy #helluva boss oops #helluva boss unhappy campers #helluva boss mammon

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nameless-and-joymaking · 2 months

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it’s always “wyd” and never “BshwasBiahm”*

(*Brutus says he was ambitious and Brutus is an honorable man)

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dylvn1 · 4 months

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When they say “wyd?” but my mom says “I learned a lot from you. I grew up and thrived with you. It’s an honor for me to be your mother”

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pop-culture-diary · 9 months

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Dawno, dawno temu w odległej Dolinie

"Koszyczek dla Doli" Marcin Mortka, wyd. SQN

Ocena: 5 /5

Marcin Mortka znów mnie zaskoczył. Przyznam, że nie spodziewałam się zbyt wiele po „Koszyczku dla Doli”, ot zbiór świątecznych opowiadań w uniwersum Kociołka. Co dostałam? Wspaniałe okno prosto do duszy każdego z członków kociołkowej drużyny do zadań specjalnych. Bo tym właśnie są bajki, które towarzysze Kociołka opowiadają jego dzieciom, zapewne odpowiednio ocenzurowanymi historiami z ich życia, dzięki którym nie tylko dowiadujemy się o nich więcej, ale i patrzymy na nich bez filtra jakim jest punkt widzenia Kociołka.

Bajki jednakże są tylko wtrąceniami do głównej fabuły związanej z największym świętem religijnym Doliny. Nie będę zdradzać samej intrygi, ale nie jest ona specjalni skomplikowana. Ot, Kociołek z rodziną szykuje się do Święta Zstąpienia Doli. Żeby zrobić sobie przerwę nerwowych przygotowań wybiera się z Grammem do lasu, w poszukiwaniu zawartości tytułowego koszyczka. Tam spotykają brnącego przez śnieg kapłana, którego Kociołek postanawia zabrać do Gryfa, żeby się biedak nie błąkał sam podczas tak rodzinnego święta. Niestety, sprowadzenie w wir przygotowań niespodziewanego gościa działa odwrotnie niż Kociołek zamierzał i w gospodzie zapanowuje jeszcze większy chaos.

Swoją drogą, jeszcze nigdy nie widziałam lepszego podsumowania Świąt Bożego Narodzenia z punktu widzenia osoby dorosłej. Uwielbiam Kociołkowe rozważania o tym jak to zmieniało się jego postrzeganie świąt od dzieciaka, który nie mógł się ich doczekać przez cały rok, po dorosłego, który musi się przy nich urobić po łokcie i potem nie bardzo może się nimi cieszyć, bo jest zbyt zmęczony i pokłócony z całą rodziną. A przecież wciąż tęskni za świętami z swojego dzieciństwa i chciałby by jego dzieci miały równie piękne wspomnienia co on.

Ale przejdźmy do tego co najbardziej mi się w „Koszyczku” podobało, czyli do obiecanych bajek. Jest ich kilka, po jednej na każdego z towarzyszy Kociołka i jedna, którą opowiada dzieciom Sara. Jak już wspomniałam, oprócz tego, że są po prostu ciekawe i dobrze napisane, dodatkowo stawiają przyjaciół Kociołka w nowym świetle. Bajki odsłaniają tajemnice z ich przeszłości i pozwalają czytelnikowi zagłębić się w ich głowy i poznać proces myślowy. A autor bawi się stylem opowieści, by każda historia brzmiała inaczej i pasowała do opowiadającego.

Znając usposobienie Gramma, bałam się co on uznaje za dobrą bajkę dla dzieci. Dlatego opowieść o thani (żonie krasnoludzkiego thana), która cierpliwością, mądrością i uprzejmością zapewniła bezpieczeństwo i dobrobyt swojemu ludowi, bardzo mnie zaskoczyła. Co jeszcze ciekawsze. Autor mocno sugeruje, że bohaterka bajki Gramma to nie jakaś losowa kobieta, lecz ktoś bardzo dla niego szczególny.

Historia Eliaha wydaje się jeszcze bardziej osobista. Opowiada o młodym elfie, który był inny niż jego rówieśnicy (nie przepada za ich towarzystwem i w niczym nie jest dobry) i dorastał z poczuciem, że nie pasuje do swojego ludu i tylko przyniesie zawód rodzinie i współplemieńcom. Postanawia więc uciec z domu i ukryć się w lesie. Wyrusza więc w podróż, która przyniesie mu wiedzę na wiele tematów i doprowadzi do samoakceptacji. I odnalezienia towarzyszy, których towarzystwo będzie jeśli nie miłe, to przynajmniej znośne.

Opowieść Zwierzaka jest całkowicie szalona, tak jak i on sam. Kociołek nigdy nie ukrywał, że nie rozumie goblinów, więc i czytelnik, który postrzega świat oczami Kociołka przez pierwszoosobową narrację, nie ma pojęcia jak lud Zwierzaka myśli. Bajka pozwala zajrzeć do jego głowy, co sprawia ogromną frajdę i pozwala w pewien sposób zrozumieć postępowanie goblina. Ale tylko czasami.

Baśń Urgo przywodzi mi na myśl legendy arturiańskie, a szczególnie młodość Parsifala i to w jaki sposób został rycerzem. Ma w sobie wszystko czego moglibyśmy się spodziewać po opowieści snutej przez Rycerza Doli, honor, walkę z potworami i pogoń za chwałą. Ale ma też zdumiewającą ilość realizmu, w tym jak postrzega się tę walkę.

Sara kieruje baśń do Salii, a jej bohaterką czyni inteligentną, pomysłową i nieco arogancką księżniczkę, która czeka w wieży strzeżonej przez smoka na rycerza, który ją uratuje. Gdy taki się trafia, księżniczka dość szybko orientuje się, że nie może pozostawić mu całej akcji ratunkowej, bo biedak bez instrukcji nie potrafi nawet wymyślić jak pomóc jej wyjść z wieży. A obserwując jak mężczyzna reaguje na jej wskazówki, księżniczka uznaje, że chyba jednak nie chce zostać uratowana. Nie przez tego rycerza. Bajka wspaniale pokazuje relację między Sarą i Salią, które stanowią wspólny front przeciwko przeważającym siłom mężczyzn w Gryfie.

W porównaniu z poprzednimi historiami, opowieść Żychłonia wydaje się o wiele poważniejsza. Guślarz mówi o mitycznym Doli i jego siostrze Losie i o tym jak oboje położyli podwaliny dwóch największych światopoglądów Doliny. I jak te światopoglądy zaczęły się zwalczać, nie rozumiejąc, że Dola i Los chcieli tylko żyć w pokoju i pomagać ludziom, za których czuli się odpowiedzialni. To bardzo gorzka historia, która jednakże zgrabnie pokazuje mitologię świata przedstawionego, na którą w poprzednich książkach nie było zbyt wiele czasu.

Każda z bajek jest cudownie inna od pozostałych, pokazuje przeszłość członków drużyny, ich kulturę i sposób myślenia, a także to jak odnoszą się do dzieci Kociołka. To w połączeniu z wartką akcją głównego wątku i sprawia wiele radości czytelnikowi, szczególnie, że w „Koszyczku dla Doli” w wydarzenia zaplątują się osoby, które dotychczas trzymały się z daleka od wojowniczej działalności Kociołka.

Gdybym miała umieścić tę książkę w chronologii cyklu, powiedziałabym, że to taki tom 3.5. Pasuje mi na kontynuację trzeciego tomu, pod koniec którego wspomniane jest święto Nocy Zstąpienia Doli będące kanwą wydarzeń z „Koszyczka dla Doli”. Ale równie dobrze mogłaby mieć miejsce po którejkolwiek z części cyklu. Dałoby się ją czytać bez wcześniejszej znajomości cyklu, ale moim zdaniem o wiele lepiej wybrzmiewa w kontekście swoich poprzedniczek.

To powiedziawszy bawiłam się świetnie. Główna oś fabuły jest dość przewidywalna, ale to akurat nie stanowi żadnego problemu. Jestem zachwycona wszystkimi bajkami i bardzo się cieszę, że mogłam bliżej poznać postaci, które grają przecież bardzo duże role w książkach o Kociołku. Po „Koszyczku dla Doli” jeszcze chętniej sięgnę po kolejną część.

#mortka #kociołek #sqn #recenzja #fantasy

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