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P.S.T EP. 2 | Frost ft Lia

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Lia & Male Reader (Special Guest: Ryujin).

genres: ass eating, anal, rimming, butt play, shower, daddy kink (ryujin), dirty talk (ryujin), creampie, blowjob, oral sex, ✧

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The night you stayed in the ITZY girls' dorm was much calmer and more enjoyable than you expected. After spending about half an hour just fooling around and making out with Yuna, you went out of the bedroom (in boxers) to go and take a shower for the second time that day. It was a long shower in which you took enough time to be able to calmly meditate on everything that had happened up to now; Definitely going out in public with an idol of that caliber was quite stressful, you had a great time with her in that changing room, but the fact of having to do everything possible to hide her and not have anyone see her was one thing that you really didn't want to repeat.

The fact that you were taking a shower at the house of JYP's second most famous group was something you couldn't quite take in either. You didn't know how to feel at that moment, with the water falling on your head, surrounded by the walls of a bathroom that, aside from not being yours, was at least three times as elegant and expensive as yours. You didn't feel entirely comfortable, but you didn't feel out of place either. Part of it was thanks to the girls and how they had welcomed you so hospitably and carefree into their house, after all you were just a stranger they knew, and you were surprised that they let you spend the night with them without any complaint or discomfort in between, Ryujin had even lent you one of the many oversized sweaters she had for you to wear.

After getting dressed, the first thing you did was go to the living room and sit on the sofa with the girls, who were already waiting for you to start watching the movie. The only one missing there was Yuna, who had come in to bathe after you and who had told you not to wait for her to start watching the movie. Chaery and Ryujin had given you a place in the middle of the two of them, where you stayed until basically the end of the movie, which had been Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

When Yuna came back she couldn't find a better place to sit than on your lap, that didn't bother you, in fact, you felt quite comfy and warm hugging her slim body over her baggy t-shirt. The ones who had been a bit annoyed by that had been the other girls, especially Ryujin, who repeatedly snorted and was dissatisfied with how affectionate she was with you. You couldn't do anything, and you didn't want to do anything about it either, you just found it funny and kinda adorable how she showed her jealousy.

The funny thing is that Yuna didn't even watch the whole movie, she had fallen asleep about 40 minutes before it ended. She hadn't even bothered to hide it, her head resting on your shoulder and her mouth ajar. Lia was also sleepy, but she did last until the end of the movie with great difficulty. When the movie ended, each of the girls went to their respective bedrooms, Yuna and Yeji left together, and then Ryujin, Chaery and Lia left.

You were left completely alone in the living room, sitting on the sofa that Yeji would later help you extend and turn it into a large bed that looked absurdly comfortable. She had also brought you a pillow and a blanket, and she said goodbye to you, saying good night with a little kiss on the cheek. The room suddenly went silent, and all you could hear was the sound of the air conditioner blowing. All the lights were off except for the one in the kitchen, and the only light that illuminated the rest of the room came from outside.

You settled the pillow against the wall, and got on the sofa to cover yourself with the blanket up to your chest. You weren't too sleepy yet, in fact, you thought you had at least 2 more hours of battery life left before going into zombie mode, so you played Brawl Stars on your phone for the next 45 minutes.

The house was incredibly quiet, and hearing a door slam shut on one of the upper floors did not do your heart any good. The scare was only momentary, since you assumed it was just one of the girls going to the bathroom, but after a few seconds, you heard footsteps coming from the hallway of the stairs. Your vision angle didn't allow you to see who it was, but you kept your eyes fixed on the corridor, only for Ryujin to come out at the end.

"For God's sake, you nearly scared me to death," you said aloud for her to hear, and then returned your gaze to the phone.

"Sorry, I swear I didn't mean to slam the door so hard," she replied from the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a carton of milk. She opened it, and drank directly from it before putting it back inside.

"You sure? Sounds like you did it on purpose to me," you exited the game on your phone and to open instagram.

"Maybe, so what?" she walked over to your side of the living room and crossed her arms, leaning against the wall next to the TV.

"Nothing, I'm not judging you, Shin Ryujin," you glanced at her for a second, then back to your phone.

"Are not you sleepy?" she asked.

"Nope, and you?"

"Neither. But there's a reason for that, you know?"

"Oh yeah? And what could it be?" you locked the phone and put it face down on your chest to turn to look at her.

"Are you really going to play dumb with me?" she asked with an incredulous laugh, then she pushed away from the wall and took slow steps until she stood facing the edge of the sofa.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you shook your head, looking to annoy her. She opened her mouth to say something, but then she seemed to think it over, gave a small smirk, and changed it.

"Would you share your blanket with me? It's cold in here," Ryujin raised an eyebrow. You winced in confusion at the sudden change of subject.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you grabbed the left edge of the blanket and pulled it up. Ryujin climbed on the sofa-bed, crawled towards you and got under the blanket, lying next to you, and consequently, on top of your arm. Then you pulled the blanket back down, covering both of you.

"Could you hug me, oppa?" another weird question. She turned to face you. You looked at her for a moment clearly confused, but ended up wrapping your arm around her body, pressing her against you through her long, baggy sweater. She squirmed a little, only to throw her hips back and press her ass against your crotch.

"May I know what you're doing?" By having her closer to her you lowered her voice. Despite being playing fool you played along, slightly moving your hips to rub your bulge against her ass.

"I'm just snuggling with you, I'm still cold, daddy," she said under her breath, "but I'd also like to help you warm up."

"And how do you plan to do that, baby?" you two kept moving your hips slowly, making the rub more and more sensual.

"I don't know, I think you might have the answer to that," Ryujin stopped, and lowered her hands to pull the sweater up to the middle of her abdomen, you didn't feel any other fabric against your bulge, that's when you noticed that she was pressing her bare ass against you. It didn’t surprise you at all.

"Do you sleep naked under this sweater often?" you whispered in her ear, placing a hand on her waist and slowly moving up her abdomen, passing it under her sweater and reaching one of her small tits to give it a light squeeze. Ryujin kept moving her ass against you.

"Mmm..." Ryujin moaned through pursed lips, as you pinched her nipple and massaged her tits, "not usually, but I wanted to prepare myself in case I got extremely horny tonight."

"And how are you right now?" you started giving her small kisses behind her ear, going down the nape of her neck and ending on her neck. Then you lowered your hand from her tits slowly down her abdomen, rubbing her skin with your fingertips until you reached her pussy, which you began to rub with your index and middle fingers.

"Very fucking horny..." Ryujin parted her legs slightly, giving you better access to play with her pussy, "but that's your fault for what you did a few hours ago."

"I take full responsibility for my actions, don't worry," you concentrated on playing with her clit, slowly rubbing it in circles and then occasionally moving down her slit.

"So will you let me play with your cock for a while, daddy?" Ryujin moaned, moving her hips desperate to feel more of your hard erection through the fabric of your boxers.

"Only if you tell me how much you want it," you bit her earlobe, removed your hand from her pussy, brought two fingers to your mouth to salivate them and returned it between her legs, teasing to stick a finger inside her.

"I want it so much daddy," she turned her head to meet your lips just inches away, looked at them, and then looked into your eyes, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock since I sucked it clean at the spa. "

"Then come here so daddy can return the favor," you took your hand from between her legs and brought it to the edge of your boxers, lifting your hips up and bending your knees to remove them from your legs. As soon as she felt your cock press against her ass she pulled the blanket off both of you and got up to turn and lie in the opposite direction, having your cock just inches from the side of her face. You took advantage of the situation to grab her thigh and her waist to put her on top of yours, pull her from her hips and leave her ass floating above your face. You felt Ryujin's hot breath on your cock and then her fingers clinging to the base of it, she wasted no time, and brought your tip to her mouth to start sucking and swirling her tongue around it.

You gasped, and decided not to be left behind. You positioned Ryujin's thighs on either side of your face, squeezing her buttocks apart and pushing her already wet pussy into your mouth. Feeling your tongue start to move up and down her slit, Ryujin moaned against the tip of your cock and pushed a few more inches into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she tried to match your pace.

Your licks were combined with intense and fiery kisses between her soft folds, you let go of her buttocks, letting them suffocate you only to cling to her waist and squeeze her flesh between your fingers. Ryujin gradually moaned louder around your shaft, reaching further with her lips with each pump of her head on your cock. She didn't take you out of her mouth for a single second, knowing that her loud moans would be easily heard in every corner of the house if she didn't drown them against something.

She was making your cock all salivary and slippery, you could tell by the slurping sounds that reached your ears and made you want to keep eating her pussy like a hungry dog. You attacked her clit with the tip of your tongue, and once again brought your hands to her buttocks to squeeze them and then give them a strong spank, you didn't control the force, so it wouldn't have been weird at all if the girls in their bedrooms had listened to the impact.

You and Ryujin continued eating each other's intimacy for a few more seconds, until she pulled you out of her mouth and thrust her hips forward to separate her pussy from you.

"Stop it, I need to feel that cock inside me right now," she said, wiping traces of saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand and getting off you to get on all fours.

"You don't have to say it twice," you said, rising up next to her and then kneeling behind her ass. You spread her knees to the sides, pushed her head down so that the side of her face was against the couch, and made her arch her back. You rolled her sweater up, just enough so that you could see as much of her back as possible, and with one hand on her waist, you took your cock and pressed between her folds, slowly pushing forward to enter her pussy inch by inch.

Before she could let out a moan that would give you away to the girls, you grabbed a handful of her hair and buried her face against the couch so she moaned against it as your cock forced its way through her tight pussy.

"Holy fuck!" she screeched as low as she could while she saw you over her shoulder, as you pushed the last few inches inside her.

You didn't bother to hide how delicious the walls of her pussy felt around your cock, you moaned softly, letting your shaft rest inside her for a few more seconds until you put a hand on her waist and began to move your hips hard and deep right away. She brought her fist to her mouth to bite it, desperate to moan but finding herself repressed by the situation you were in. You didn't want her to get hurt, so you grabbed the pillow next to you, held it out to her, and she took it to prop her chin up and muffle her whimpering against it.

The hard crashes of your pelvis against her ass made her buttocks shake her like jelly, and your cock completely went in and out of her soft, warm pussy, which had you gasping with every thrust you gave. Your hips weren't moving half as fast as you could move them to drive her crazy, but you were making sure to do it hard, slamming her pussy all the way in and making her rock back and forth thanks to it.

But as much as you wanted her to feel the full length and thickness of your manhood in every fiber of her body, you were already demanding something more from each other. With both hands resting on her waist, you clung tightly with your fingers against her flesh and rested for a second to start fucking Shin Ryujin just as you knew she was asking for, fast, hard and mercilessly.

If before she was having a hard time stifling her moans against the pillow, now she was clinging to it as if her life depended on it, biting into it with such force that she could have left her teeth buried in between whimpers and grunts. The entire living room was filled with the sounds of her ass being mercilessly pounded by your pelvis, and you were sure that anyone who left their room just to go to the bathroom would have heard some trace that would lead them to suspect that something was going on down there. You thought about it, and it really did become a real concern, but you really weren't too far from reaching your pleasure peak.

Ryujin released the pillow, lifted her head and saw you over her shoulder with her mouth gaping, frowning and gasping as your cock quickly drilled into her pussy. Her body gave a first initial spasm, and then she dropped her face back into the pillow as her orgasm hit her with the force of a 10-meter wave. She raked at her throat with a loud squeal that she muffled against the pillow, and pushed her ass back from her to leave your shaft buried deep inside her as she writhed and trembled.

Feeling her pussy tighten that much around your shaft made you let out another moan. You bit your bottom lip, and leaned forward to push Ryujin's body down, leaving her onto her stomach and pinning her against the couch as you moved your hips frantically again, this time up and down. Your two clenched fists rested on either side of her head, and she looked up to meet your gaze. You locked eyes, and with a few more thrusts, you let out a loud moan as you climaxed.

You exploded inside Ryujin, and as you shot your hot load into her, you dropped down to bury your face in her neck, kissing and biting as you slowly moved your hips.

"That's it daddy… fill my slutty pussy with that delicious load," Ryujin moaned into your ear, gasping and being completely filled with cum. You kept moving very slowly, dumping the last traces of your load into her pussy until you stopped. You sighed, keeping your cock inside her as you controlled your breathing.

"Are you happy yet, Shin Ryujin?" you asked sarcastically, lifting your face slightly to look at her.

"Oh hell nah," she replied with a sexy smile, before giving you a peck on the chin, "not yet, but that will have to wait for my turn."

"As you wish, but please go to sleep, my body is already giving up."

"I would if you'd get your dick out, dork," she pushed her hips up, rocking her ass and your cock inside her. You leaned back on the couch with your hands and pulled your cock out of her pussy, which promptly ejected your thick load in a waterfall of white liquid that spilled onto the couch. You stayed watching the scene for a few seconds, until you separated from her and looked for your boxer.

"You have to clean that up, I'm not going to sleep on my own cum," you said, putting on your underwear. Ryujin tried to push herself up from the sofa, but her legs gave way to the weakness, and she nearly fell to the ground.

"Oops, can I… sleep with you daddy?" she laughed, lying on her side on the edge of the sofa.

"God," you sighed, "whatever, but hold still while I look for paper."

"Yes daddy!" she answered you innocently as you got up from the sofa to walk to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, you took a good amount of kitchen paper and returned to Ryujin. You gave her two sheets to clean herself, and you used the rest to clean the sofa. When you finished, you took the used papers and went to throw them in the trash. When you came back, Ryujin was already settled on the pillow, with the blanket covering her up to her neck and feet outside of it.

"You know that if they see you sleeping with me you'll get in trouble, right?" you asked, getting on the sofa and lying next to her, also covering yourself with the blanket.

"I'm not gonna get in trouble" she said, lying on her side facing you, and snuggling against your chest, "maybe they'll get mad for 5 minutes and then they won't care again," you lay on your side too, and you put your arm around her to keep her warm.

"I'll wake you up at 6 in the morning so you can go to your room, okay?" you took the blanket and covered both of you, snuggling with Ryujin.

"That's fair for me," Ryujin sighed, and she closed her eyes, "rest well..." she made a tiny silence, "daddy," you stared at nothing.

"Rest well, brat," you replied, until about 10 minutes later, you fell asleep.

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Said and done, you woke up at 6:10 in the morning only to wake up Ryujin and go back to sleep. It was something really hard, she was the typical person with a heavy sleep that no matter how much you bothered her to get up, she didn't listen to you. At last she was up from the couch, and she went back to her room with slow, wandering steps.

When you woke up again around 10am, there was already movement in the kitchen. In fact, you had been awakened by the sound of the dishwasher being open and the subtle clash of certain kitchen utensils against each other. You opened your eyes to see who it was, and it was Lia and Yeji, who had gotten up early to make you and the girls breakfast, a toasted Korean egg sandwich.

You had a leisurely breakfast at the dining room table, everyone was looking at her phones or talking to each other, and evidently, neither you nor Ryujin said anything about what had happened, not even a hint of suspicion.

You wanted to continue having fun with them for the rest of the day, but tomorrow was Monday, and you had things to prepare at home for your day at work and your week in general, so after noon you said goodbye to the girls, and you went back to your apartment.

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Your week went by much slower than you expected. You hadn't had almost any noteworthy sessions except for a couple, but otherwise it had all felt like a great filler chapter in your life. But when the weekend came, your spirits were high again when you received a text from Yeji the same Friday when you got home in the afternoon. You got dressed as fast as you could, and before long, you were on your way to the girls’ house.

This particular day you were more nervous than usual, and the reason for your nervousness had a first and last name: Choi Jisoo. Lia was a differentially more serious person than all the others, she was a good girl, in fact, she was careful that you didn't lack anything in your little stay at her house, but her face was terrifying, even more than Yeji's, you felt that anything badly said or anything she didn't like could be the reason for a slap right to your face.

You parked the car right in front of the gate, and already knowing the password, you went directly into the house, but finding yourself surprised that Chaery was sitting on the left edge of the pool, with only her feet in the water. She was wearing shorts and a top, both short, black and tight to her toned body.

"Oh hi," you greeted, walking in her direction, "chillin?"

"Hi oppa," she greeted, looking at you and then at the water, "sort of, I'm waiting for Yeji unnie to swim together."

"Cool," you stepped up behind her, "everything okay?" you asked, noticing that she was a little down.

"Yeah, don't worry, this week has been exhausting," she sighed, "oh, Lia unnie is waiting for you on the top floor, maybe you'll find her in the same place where I saw her."

"Gotcha, see you later!" you said goodbye to her, walking inside.

You quickly went up all the stairs, curiously not finding any of the other girls along the way, you assumed that they were all in her rooms or that perhaps Ryujin and Yuna had gone out together. You reached the third floor, and turned down a corridor to find a girl you didn't know right at the end, in front of the door of what you remembered, was the bathroom. It wasn't until you got a little closer that you realized it was Lia, but she now had dyed blonde hair, and you couldn't help but think that she looked incredibly beautiful and hot at the same time, since she was only wearing a short towel around her body.

"God, you're finally here, I'm freezing," Lia said when she saw you approach, she was idly leaning against the wall, her blonde hair up in a messy bun.

"I'm late?" you asked amused, standing in front of her.

"Not really, but I misjudged your arrival time, and I've been standing here for 15 minutes," she sighed, as she stared at you blankly.

"And you don't have your phone or something?"

"Do you think I should have my phone?" she detached herself from the wall, and took a small step forward.

"Right," you nodded, feeling like an idiot for asking that but also fearing for the physical integrity of your cheek.

"Anyway, let's go to the shower," she turned and put her hand on the doorknob.

"Oh, right now? All of a sudden?"

"Do you think I want to wait, honey?" she raised an eyebrow, opening the bathroom door. Another stupid question. Today intelligence was not exactly your strong point.

"Okay, I'll stop," you nodded again, and following her into the bathroom, which she locked.

When you entered she was silent, took a few steps towards the shower and with her back to you, she let the towel that covered her body fall to the floor around her feet. Her wide and round ass was exposed for you, as were her luscious legs and her creamy skin. You were mesmerized for a moment, until she saw you over her shoulder.

"I'll wait for you, pretty boy," she said, before sliding the glass shower door open and stepping inside.

You had rarely undressed as fast as you did at that precise moment, you could have even broken a record or something. Lia had already turned on the water, but you were naked in a matter of seconds, and you didn't waste much more time before getting into the shower with her.

The shower space was quite wide, so you and she could perfectly keep a good distance in case you needed to (of course you didn't). You approached her from behind her as she went under the water without wetting her hair, just her body. You made sure she felt more than just your presence, letting your limp cock brush against her ass.

"Blonde hair was a total hit," you said close to her ear, "reinforces your position as ice princess of the group."

"I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart, but right now I need you to wash me well," she picked up the soap in front of her and passed it to you, you took it, and wet your hands to start swirling it between them.

"I'm curious about something," you said, starting to lather Lia's shoulders and upper back, "have you showered with any of the girls before?" you asked as you slowly moved down, reaching to her lower back.

"Why do you want to know that?" she asked back, looking over her shoulder at you before you ducked behind her, her tempting ass mere inches from your face.

"I already told you, just curious," you put your hands on her ass without any kind of fear, seizing the moment to massage, squeeze and rub her buttocks.

"With Ryujin, several times," she admitted, "with no one else."

"Of course it had to be Ryujin," you chuckled, remembering your little scene with her last weekend. You moved down from Lia's ass to her meaty thighs, and then down to her calves.

"Hey, don't forget about my front, honey," she said as you continued to focus on her legs.

"I wouldn't forget," you stood up and scooted closer to her, pressing your chest and cock against her soapy body. You wrapped your arms around her body, and began lathering her arms slowly, lowkey combining it with a little massage.

Lia turned her head to look at you, you turned too, and your lips were just inches from each other. You stepped forward, and melded your lips with hers in a slow, careful, calm kiss. Your hands followed their path, this time moving to her chest, lathering and squeezing her small tits and then down her abdomen.

In the middle of the kiss she pulled her ass back, rubbing it against your increasingly hard cock. You responded by lowering one of your hands to her pussy, rubbing it with the entire palm of your hand but also lathering her thighs from time to time. Your other hand went to her neck, squeezing not too hard with your fingers and going a little deeper into the kiss while you rubbed her slit with your fingers. Lia continued to move her ass from side to side, but soon stopped.

"Don't get excited, sweetie, we're going too fast," she said in a low voice against your lips, "besides, I want to wash you too."

"It's not my fault you have such a delicious body, Julia," you teased, placing a small kiss on her lips, letting go of her body and taking a step back.

"You'll have time to enjoy it, don't worry about it.”

Lia went under the water again, washed the soap off her body, and let you pass. You took a couple of steps forward, and you only put your hand in to check the temperature. It was freezing.

"Oh hell nah," you quickly started adjusting the hot water knob.

"What?" she laughed, standing behind you.

"Didn't you say you were freezing out there?" you asked, leaving the water at a temperature hot enough not to burn yourself.

"That doesn't mean I don't like taking cold baths, now get in there you crybaby," she pushed you from behind, and you were forced to let the water run over your head and then freely down your body. You took a deep breath, brushing your hair out of your face and then stepping out from under the spray.

"That doesn't make any sense," you complained, thankful that you'd fixed the temperature before she pushed you there.

"It doesn't have to make sense, it's just the way it is," she grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards her, she took the soap from your hand and began to repeat the same process that you had done with her.

Lia lathered all over your back, shoulders and arms right away, then you felt her crouch down, but she completely ignored your ass at first, just concentrating on your legs and calves. When she finished lathering you up from behind, she stood up and pressed against your back, you felt her small nipples against your skin, and then her arms encircling your body to begin lathering your chest.

Her hands were extremely delicate as they traveled up your torso, making sure not to leave even a little spot without soap before moving on to the next area, which was one you were looking forward to. Lia took her hand to your cock, and just like you did with her pussy, she began to rub it with her palm from top to bottom, also reaching your balls. When she left your shaft slippery, she wrapped her fingers around it and began to move her hand slowly, jerking you off as she placed little kisses on your back.

"Didn't you say we were going too fast?" You gasped, letting your head fall back and closing your eyes as she continued to move her hand in a torturous rhythm.

"I'm just returning the favor, baby," she murmured, caressing your abdomen with her free hand, "but I still have something to do."

Lia let go of your cock, and you, disappointed, opened your eyes to look at her over your shoulder. She crouched down behind you once more, and this time she did start lathering up your ass with both of her hands. The double effort she was putting into it was strangely suspicious to you, she squeezed your buttocks too, but then she brought a hand between them, running the side of her hand from the space behind your cock to your ass. You flinched, feeling her finger press against your hole.

"May I know the reason for this sudden attack?" you joked, with a small giggle as it felt ticklish. Her hand moved slowly, teasing to stick a finger up your ass every time it came up to it.

"I'm just doing something I know you'll do for me later," she replied, washing your hole and buttocks well.

"I'll do that?" You raised an eyebrow, seeing her.

"For your sake, I hope so honey," she removed her hands from your ass and stood up behind you again, to once again push you into the water, and not expecting it, you almost swallowed the water, you had to close your eyes quickly and start to wash off the soap.

"Fuck, can you stop doing that?" you complained, stepping forward to get out of the water.

"I won't anymore, sorry," Lia replied, holding back a laugh.

"Yeah, whatever you say, now come here," you pulled her by her shoulders and stood her in place, crouching immediately behind her. She passed you the soap, and you began to return the favor by spreading one of her buttocks and imitating her movements, with the difference that you were making sure to reach her pussy with your fingers as well.

"You know… When Yeji told me all the services you guys provided, I was pretty worried about this," she gasped, feeling your fingers rubbing both her ass and the folds of her pussy.

"Really? Why?" you asked, eyeing her pretty ass as you washed it, squeezing and massaging her buttocks as well.

"Because I've never had my ass eaten before, genius," she sighed, "I honestly wasn't too into the idea at first, but Chaery and Ryujin called me a prude, and I took that personal."

"And you ended up liking it, didn't you?" you teased with a small giggle, pressing a finger against her ass and letting it go in just as far as your fingernail. She moaned.

"Fuck, I haven't stopped thinking about it since, I really hate you," she started to rock her hips slightly, seeking more of your fingers.

"Why exactly do you hate me?" you stood up, but still with your hand tucked between her buttocks.

"For…" before she could reply, you brought your index and middle fingers as carefully as possible into her hole, which was no longer so tight and gave way easily to your fingers, "For making me addicted to playing with my ass," she finished with a groan.

"Oh… that would explain why my fingers just slipped like butter in there," you smiled, your fingers buried up to the knuckles.

"I don't want a single word about it… fuck," Lia reached back and gripped your wrist, as you began to move your wrist at an intermediate pace, enough for her body to move from front to back.

"Don't worry sweetie, I can understand perfectly," you murmured in her ear. She had her eyes closed as she bit her lower lip, "my tongue drove you crazy."

"I said shut the fuck up," she snapped between cute little moans, your fingers moving in and out of her ass faster and faster, "Fuck… fuck, stop," she moaned, "let's go to my room, right now."

You immediately pulled your fingers out, and leaned forward to turn off the shower head. You opened the shower door and stepped outside, drying your feet on the mat and stepping forward to give Lia space. You grabbed a towel that was hanging from the tube on the side of the shower and dried your hair and body in a rather messy way, just like Lia. You didn't even wait until you were completely dry to rush out of the bathroom, she took the lead, guiding you towards her room, which was bigger than Yeji and Yuna's since there were 3 beds tucked in there. Ryujin wasn't there, which reinforced your idea that she had gone with Yuna somewhere.

As soon as you entered you closed the door and surrounded Lia's body in your arms, she encircled your neck with hers, and you melted into a kiss full of desire and intensity. She slowly pulled you back onto the middle bed, which you didn't even know if it was hers or not, but you didn't even care to think about it.

You separated from the kiss first, and you took her by the waist to turn her around and push her up on the bed. Lia fell on both of her hands, and automatically also got on her knees, with her ass perfectly raised and ready for you. You didn't bother wasting time, bending your knees and bringing your hands to her buttocks, spreading them apart and revealing her hole, something already opened by your fingers. Lia moaned loudly as soon as you buried your mouth on her ass, giving her frantic licks and kisses.

The blonde girl soon filled the room with her pretty moans, and you took it upon yourself to make her moan even louder, spitting on her hole and squeezing her buttocks hard while your tongue explored the walls of her ass as much as the length of it allowed. Wanting to drive her crazy as quickly as possible, in conjunction with your tongue, the index and middle fingers of your right hand began to quickly rub her clit, which caused Lia to start writhing in pleasure.

Her pussy started to get quite wet, you could tell by how your fingers became more slippery as you kept rubbing her pussy, filling the room with wet sounds, both from your fingers and from your mouth, spitting and collecting your saliva from her ass while you ate it savagely.

Lia was clinging to the white sheets of the bed with her fingers, crinkling them and pulling them from the edges between moans, but that wasn't enough for you. Your fingers, already slippery from her fluids, eased away from her clit, only to move up a bit and into her pussy, slowly and deep until only your knuckles were outside of her.

"Fuck yes! Eat my ass while you finger my pussy honey!" she whimpered, lifting her head to see you over her shoulder.

Not wanting to disobey her and get slapped, you started moving your wrist as fast as you could, pumping your fingers in and out of her pussy as your tongue worked her ass. Lia let her face fall against the mattress again, and after a few seconds, she exploded into loud moans. Her entire body squirmed, especially her thighs, but being a good girl, she stayed as still as possible while you went from eating her ass to scooping her pussy fluids with your tongue, with quick licks between her folds. You kept licking her pussy for a few more seconds, until her orgasm had passed and you stood up to watch her.

"Did my pretty ice princess like that?" you asked with a mischievous tone, giving her buttock a little spank.

"I told you to shut the f... agh fuck it, I loved it, I love the way you eat my ass, sweetheart," she moaned as she breathed heavily, leaning on her forearms as she watched you.

"Still, I sense that you're not satisfied, right?"

"Oh hell no, I want to play with you too, can I?" she asked, getting up to kneel on the bed facing you.

"Of course you can, I'm at your service," you stepped forward, presenting your hard, throbbing cock to her. She saw it for a second, and contrary to what you thought she was going to do, she got off the bed, stood behind you and with her two hands pushed you forward, causing you to lean over and place your hands on the mattress, "huh?" she got on her knees, and made you spread your legs to put her hands on your buttocks, spread them apart, and bring her mouth to your ass, "The fuck?! Damn Lia!" you exclaimed.

It was a very fucking weird feeling you were experiencing right now, and you still didn't know how to feel about it. At first it felt funny, like a slight tickle, but when Lia started to make the right movements with her tongue around and against your hole, you started to feel more than just tickling, you even let out a slight moan that Lia heard.

Her tongue began to move faster and deeper, and that was when you could come to understand why Lia loved it so much. You started to pant, and Lia squeezed your buttocks as she used all your techniques and moves against you. You could tell that she really wanted to do that, because she was putting all her effort into eating your ass, and that was reflected in how good it was making you feel despite it being your mere first time experiencing it.

She seemed to have read your mind, as you felt your cock was quite needy, and she quickly took action, running a hand between your legs and reaching for your cock to grip between her fingers. Lia started to move her hand up your shaft slowly at first, but she was soon picking up the rhythm of her tongue on your ass, and she started to jerk you off with quick flicks of her wrist.

That was enough for you to start letting out small moans and clenching your fists. It felt strange and unusual to be so vulnerable in front of someone, but with Lia you felt safe, and of course she was doing a fantastic job while she ate your ass and gave your cock quick strokes simultaneously.

"Julia Choi, don't you dare even stop, holy fuck!" you growled, completely at the mercy of her tongue and her hand. She had you tamed 100%, as if she had suddenly turned you into her subby slave. You were enjoying that much more than you thought, and quickly your ecstasy began to build in your body. Your words were like fuel on the fire, Lia began to move her hand faster on your cock, and her tongue moved more frantically inside your ass, licks that she combined with constant movements of her head. Soon both stimuli became too much for you, and the first tingling in your lower abdomen gave you the warning, "Fuck Lia, I'm going to cum!"

As soon as you said that, Lia separated her face from between your buttocks and pulled you so that you turned around. Your cock was floating over her face, she stuck her tongue out, and she grabbed your cock to press the tip against it and start moving her hand quickly. Seconds later, with a loud moan, your cum began to come out in thick spurts that ended up directly in her mouth and her tongue.

You pursed your lips, and left your mouth ajar as you watched as Lia took all of your load on her tongue, now moving her hand more slowly. When your orgasm passed, a thick pool of cum pooled in her mouth, which she then swallowed without even thinking. She opened her mouth again, and showed you her tongue so you could see that there was absolutely nothing left.

"I'm not even going to ask you if you liked that, because judging by what's going down my stomach, I already have the answer," she said with a teasing tone, giving you a small smile.

"Just shut your mouth, please," you sighed, slumping back and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, there's still something missing, honey," she walked over to you, and climbed onto your lap, pressing her pussy against your cock.

"And what could that be?" you asked, playing fool looking into her eyes.

"I still haven't been able to know how that cock feels inside me..." she started, rubbing your shoulders, "I want you to fuck me."

"You know I would never say no to that," you grabbed her by her waist, giving her a little kiss on her lips.

"I know you wouldn't," you made to kiss her again, but she backed away, "but, we'll use one of my new little toys."

"Uh?" you frowned in confusion. She got up from your lap and walked to her nightstand, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a long, swirled buttplug with a ring on the end for better handling, at least 5 inches long, and a small bottle of lube. You raised both eyebrows in surprise.

"You're going to fuck my pussy while I play with my ass," she commanded.

"Fuck yes baby," you stood up, and when she approached you, you grabbed her face to kiss her again. She took her hand to your cock, and even though it was still a little sensitive, you didn't care that she brought it back to life between slow strokes.

When she felt your cock was hard enough, she pulled away from the kiss and went to lie on her side in the center of the bed, she flexed her legs, giving you a perfect view of her pussy and ass at the same time. You climbed on the bed too, and when you were kneeling in front of her, she pressed the lubricant dispenser to pour it all over the buttplug and then spread it with her hand. Once the buttplug was perfectly shiny and slippery, she repeated the process with your cock, leaving it slippery and well lubricated as well.

Lia stared into your eyes, and without taking her eyes off you for a single second, she took the buttplug to her ass, pressing just a little against her hole so that it began to enter inch by inch inside her ass while her mouth opened in an O between gasps. Your cock throbbed at the incredibly hot and sexy scene, you saw the toy buried deep inside, with only the ring on the outside, and you understood that it was your turn to jump into action.

You took your cock in one hand, and rubbed the tip along the length of her wet slit to line up with her pussy, and slowly thrust forward. You wanted to make it as slow and torturous as possible, but your cock was so slippery, and her pussy was so naturally lubricated, that it slid so easily that in a matter of seconds you were all the way inside her. Lia let out a long, loud moan, feeling filled in both of her holes.

You and her got in perfect harmony, you started to move your hips slowly from front to back, and she started to move her wrist in the same rhythm, pumping the entire length of the buttplug in and out of her ass, which had you mesmerized by how fucking hot it looked getting fucked.

Your moans overlapped one on top of the other, the texture of the buttplug could be felt through the walls of her pussy, so it added an extra bit of stimulation to your cock as it slid in and out of her silky pussy. As if all that amount of pleasure wasn't enough, she took the bun that was still holding her hair and let it loose, with her long blonde hair now free, you were sure that Lia couldn't look more beautiful than she was already

"Faster, honey," she demanded between moans, when you were still moving your hips a little slowly.

"Beg for it, then," you replied, she didn't expect that answer, but she didn't have time to disagree.

"I'm not going to call you daddy like a little slut like Ryujin does, just fuck me harder please, I need it!" she whimpered, moving her wrist faster, fucking herself into her ass at the exact pace she demanded. For a moment, a question about it crossed your mind: 'How the hell did you know that Ryujin called you that'?

You didn't have time to think about it right now. You put a hand on her buttock, and she let out a high-pitched squeal as you gave her a hard spank and began to move your hips much faster, imitating the pace of her wrist. You grabbed her ass in a tight grip, feeling the soft flesh between your fingers as you pumped in and out of her pussy between low grunts.

Lia began to lose her sanity in a matter of seconds, it was too much pleasure for her, being fucked fast and hard in both holes, and you soon began to feel envy of that buttplug.

"I want to fuck your ass," you growled under your breath, and she didn't hesitate to comply with your wish.

She pulled the buttplug out of her ass, and switched it to her other hand as you reached out of her pussy to make the switch. Lia took the buttplug, now turned into a dildo, deep inside her pussy, and you took your cock right deep inside her ass, which was without a doubt, a sensation that almost took you to another spiritual plane. She now started fucking herself, pumping her wrist as fast as she could, and you started slamming her ass with your pelvis, fucking her hole with the force of a machine.

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh-on-flesh smacking and intense moans, diminishing in quantity as the pleasure drove her so insane that almost no sound came out of her mouth. She was close to cumming, and you knew it. You gave her another hard spank in the same spot, then clung to her waist to pound her ass hard. Lia dropped her head, her gaze blank as you gave your last thrusts until her body went into a chain of strong spasms and tremors.

Finally a long, loud moan left her mouth as you continued to mercilessly fuck her through her orgasm. You were already very close to your own ecstasy, so it didn't cross your mind for a second to even stop or fuck her slower even though she had already stopped moving her wrist. Lia looked at you with teary eyes and a completely weak face, as if you had taken her soul out of her body. She pulled the buttplug out of her pussy and left her hand loose while you shook her body like a rag doll. And a few more thrusts were enough for you to explode inside her ass.

You grunted loudly, and then a moan escaped you as you gave her your second load of the night, just as big and thick, inside her tight hole. Lia gasped, feeling her ass being completely filled with your hot thick liquid. You gave her a few more slow thrusts, making sure to get all of your seed inside her before pulling your cock out very slowly, so that all of the cum that had been left inside her gaping hole began to cascade down her thigh and then to the mattress.

You were sweating all over, and your breathing seemed like that of an Olympic cyclist after completing a circuit, so when you finished, you dropped to the side of her and instinctively, you put an arm over her body to hug her. Lia snuggled into you, with her back pressed against your chest, and then went completely still like you. You closed your eyes, and relaxed so that, minutes later, you fell completely asleep with the pretty frozen princess.

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Spren Notes:

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aestheticaltcow · 3 months

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Our Future

A/N: I've been workin' on this one for a couple weeks now and I finally finished omg

“I just don’t know if I want her to meet Eva.” Tiffany sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood in the doorway, “Tiff, do you wanna meet her first or somethin’?” Richie asked, scratching the back of his head. “Richie, I’m sure she’s a lovely girl, but she’s like, what 23?” Richie sighed awkwardly. “Yea…” Tiffany shot him a look, “Look, Tiff, she’s really great-. I want Eva to meet her.” he looked down at her hopefully, Tiffany sighed. He’d been okay with Eva meeting her current boyfriend, so it would be hypocritical for her not to let Eva meet Richie’s girlfriend- you. Tiffany nodded. “Just promise you aren’t breakin’ up with her anytime soon. I don’t want Eva to also get her heart broken.”

Over the summer, you worked as a waitress at The Bear. You thought Richie was handsome from the start. He was tall and rugged, and you couldn’t help but watch his hands as he did paperwork or signed for the liquor order. His hands were so big… you couldn’t help but imagine what they’d feel on your body. Manhandling your breasts, wrapped around your neck, pulling you over his knee to spank you… you dragged yourself out of a daydream when Carmy asked the wait staff a question. “I’m sorry my mind was elsewhere… what was the question?”

It went on like that for weeks, Richie being the focal point of your daydreams. Your friends slowly started noticing how you’d turn down guys when you’d go out. Your parents noticed you were taking your time to do your hair and makeup before work. They’d assumed you had a crush on another waitstaff member or, heaven forbid, a line cook; oh boy, did they not expect the man you’d been dolling yourself up for someone 20 years your senior.

One night, you agreed to go out with some friends from high school. You weren’t looking for a hookup or anything, but when you saw Richie across the street from the club at some pizza place, you were glad you’d borrowed a short cheetah print dress from your friend Mandy. You snuck away from the rest of the group and ‘causually’ bumped into Richie. He’d always thought you were pretty and quick as a whip, but he was significantly older than you, and the idea of even hitting on you made him uneasy. But, when he bumped into you on that night out, he couldn’t get the idea of you out of his mind. “Yo, cousin. You good?” “Ugh yea… was just sayin' hey to y/n.” Carmy chuckled when he saw you walking away from Richie, “She’s into you.” Richie adamantly disagreed, “She’s a good kid, but I’m way too fuckin’ old for her Carm.”

As the summer came to an end, you’d turned in your two-week notice. Leaving Richie with a sense of urgency to at least follow you on Instagram. By your last day, he did manage to get your phone number, which, in turn, led to some late-night Instagram stalking from both of you. Richie didn’t expect anything to happen. You were three hours away from Chicago, back at school, surrounded by boys your age. There's no way a girl like you would ever want some 40-year-old divorced single Dad. At least, that was until you’d come home for your Mom’s birthday in mid-September.

You needed a break from your family. You saw Richie was out with some of the guys from The Bear and decided to make a move. ‘Casually running into’ the group was more challenging than you thought, but when Sweeps noticed you enter the bar, he knew why you were there. “Richie, your girls here.” he laughed; Richie was confused but was happy to see you. You two spent the night talking, “So you got a little boyfriend at school or somethin’?” Richie had hoped the answer would be ‘no,’ and then he could swoop in and show you how a man should treat a woman of your caliber. “Depends on who’s askin’.” you teased, making Richie chuckle. He offered you a ride home.

As Richie pulled up to your parent’s apartment building, you said fuck it and swiftly moved to place a kiss against his lips, the tickle of his facial hair adding to the stimulation. Richie was taken aback; he’d wanted to kiss her for months but didn’t think it would be like this. He kissed you back as soon as he’d realized what was happening. What should have been the perfect first kiss was ruined when your Dad saw you get out of ‘some random old guy's car’ and told you to get your ass inside.

Your parents scolded you, “Wasn’t he your boss!” “Y/N! We forbid this!”. You were mad at the pair and returned to school sooner than expected. You turned your phone off and stared at the ceiling for a few days; maybe they had a point. Was Richie too old for you? He disagreed; if two people like each other, what’s the big deal? It’s not like she was fresh out of high school- she was 22, and he’d just turned 42.

A year later, you graduated college and moved back to Chicago to be with Richie and work at a tech start-up. It took a while, but your parents had warmed up to Richie. Granted, your Mom still hated him, but you took a win as a win when your Dad referred to him as an ‘okay guy.’

Tiffany was hesitant when Richie brought you around Eva at first. She liked you, but she knew Richie better than anyone and didn’t want you to get your heart broken. She didn’t bring anything up until Eva’s birthday party. You were watching the kids play in the backyard when Tiffany saw an opportunity to talk to you. “Hey, Y/N, thanks for comin’.” you smiled up at Tiffany as she sat beside you. “Of course, I couldn’t miss Eva’s Taylor Swift party.” Tiffany nodded before asking, “Can I talk to you about somethin’?” you nodded, “What’s up?” “Might be a little awkward, but um, you and Richie? How’s it goin’?”

You squinted in Tiffany’s direction, “Why do you wanna know?” “I don’t want him back, but you’re just in such a different-” you scoffed. “Tiffany, I don’t think your daughter’s birthday party is an appropriate place to bring this-” “Y/N. I know Richie better than anyone. You have so much life to live. Don’t you wanna travel or get married or have kids someday? I just want you to know what you’re getting yourself into before you’re too invested in this.” “Thanks, Tiffany.”

Richie was talking to one of Eva’s friend’s Dads when he saw you walking toward the gate, “Sorry, I gotta check on somethin’...” he ducked out of the conversation to follow you out of the backyard. You wiped your eyes as you walked up the street. It was only a couple miles to the closest train stop, and you figured the walk would be a good way to clear your head. “Hey baby- you okay?” Richie called as he ran up behind you. You nodded, “Yeah, everything is fine… I just have to do some stuff…” “What about Eva’s party? Haven’t even had cake yet…” he noticed you’d been crying, “Did Tiff say somethin’ to you? I can-” “Richie- do you wanna get married again?” the question left him dumbfounded. “Maybe?” he shrugged, “Why are you askin about that?”

You sighed, “Richie, I wanna get married and have kids someday.” you flexed your hand as you stared at the ground, “Okay, we can… we can talk about it later… come back to the party?” Richie said, trying to change the subject and cut the tension between you. “ Yes or no, Richie? Would you want to marry me and have a kid or two within the next three years?” “Baby,” Richie said softly as he touched your bicep, “Let’s talk about all of this later.” you shook your head. “Go back to the party. I have some thinking to do.” you calmly said as you looked up at him. “OK,” Richie nodded and kissed your forehead, “I’ll see you at home?”

You haphazardly packed some clothes into a suitcase before grabbing your chargers and laptop from the bedside table. This wasn’t how you thought your day would end, but Richie’s answer- or lack thereof- was all you needed to know. Before leaving the apartment, you messily wrote Richie a note saying it was over and your Dad would come by to pick up the rest of your stuff later in the week. You felt your heart break as you locked the door behind you. It was over.

#richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich fan fic #richie jerimovich fan fiction #richie jerimovich imagine #richie jerimovich angst #the bear #the bear x reader #the bear fan fic #the bear fan fiction #the bear imagine #the bear angst

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howlingday · 4 months

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Panthera Tigris Tigris Nikos

Jaune: Hey, Pyrrha? Can I have a hug?

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune! (Hugs)

Jaune: (Sinks into her)

Pyrrha: Would anyone else like-

Nora: (Dragging Ren) MEMEMEME~!

Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are big. Females have been documented to reach 400 pounds, males 500 pounds, and occasionally larger specimens reaching 700 pounds. Royal Bengal Tigers are reportedly even bigger, with one specimen shot by David Hasinger in 1967 was reported to be 857 pounds, measured at 11 feet long, and left paw prints "the size of dinner plates," and it's last meal was a live water buffalo weighed down by an eighty-pound weight. It is displayed in the Smithsonian Institutions's National Museum of Natural History, in the Hall of Mammals.

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Pyrrha: Ready for our run, Jaune?

Jaune: You bet! Maybe this time I could-

Pyrrha: (Ear flicks) Oh, uh, why don't you keep warming up, Jaune? I need to grab something from the dorm.

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure thing, Pyrrha. I'll be right here.

Cardin: (Sitting on the roof) What the hell? Where's Nikos go- (Door swings open, Mauled)

Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are fast. They can make short sprints of forty miles per hour, which is about the speed of a thoroughbred horse. An incident with a startled tigress mother with her cubs in Nepal in 1974 resulted in the death of a researcher who was hiding 15 feet in a tree. In 2007, on Christmas Day at the San Francisco Zoo, an Amur Tiger cleared a thirty-foot moat to maul three visitors who were harassing the tiger, killing one of them before being killed after four shots to the skull by responding police officer's .40-caliber-pistol rounds. It should be noted that the Amur was a captive tiger, raised from birth in the zoo. Imagine a wild tiger raised in the jungle.

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Pyrrha: Are you okay, Jaune?

Jaune: Y-Yeah, I... Wait, what about the goliath?!

Pyrrha: It's okay, Jaune. I took care of it.

Jaune: But how, Pyrrha? (Holding) Your weapons-!

Pyrrha: (Takes, Smiles) I took care of it.

Jaune: (Looks behind her, Sees dead goliath)

Fun Fact! Bengal Tigers are strong. Their bite force can reach up to a thousand pounds, which is much stronger than a pitbull's and about a quarter of a great white shark. Their prey includes deer, buffalo, bison, bears, rhinos, and elephants. A single blow can break a bear's spine, and easily decapitate a human.

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Jaune: Thanks again for letting us come visit, Mrs. Nikos.

Mama Nikos: Oh, Jaune, don't be so formal. We're practically family, so just call me Mama.

Jaune: Uh... No, I'll just stick with Mrs. Nikos, if you don't mind.

Mama Nikos: Oh, you are just so polite! I'm glad Pyrrha could have such a handsome team leader like you.

Pyrrha: (Blushing) M-Mom...

Nora: Can I have more meat buns, Mama?

Ren: Nora...

Nora: Oh, right! Khm! May I have more meat buns, Mama?

Mama Nikos: They're in the oven.

Jaune: So what do you do for a living, Mrs. Nikos?

Mama Nikos: I'm a personal fitness trainer. It's actually how I met Pyrrha's father. He said he could perform a perfect double twister kick, and I told him it was impossible unless he could twist and launch himself at a 167 degree rotation with a north-northwest gale blowing at 3.5 miles per hour behind him-

Mama Nikos: (Ding!) Oh! Meat buns are done!

Jaune: Huh...

Pyrrha: Don't worry. I didn't get it the first time, either.

Fun Fact! Bengal tigers are smart. Cubs are raised by their mothers for two and a half to three years. There are also notes of tigers imitating deer and bear calls. They will chase larger prey into water, tear at buffalo legs to bring them to the ground, and will flip porcupines from to their backs to avoid spines. There are also records of tigers killing 15-foot crocodiles, 20-foot pythons, 300-pound seals, and a 20-year-old elephant.

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Jaune: Hm? Hey, Pyrrha? Who's this standing with your mom?

Pyrrha: Hm? Oh... That's... That's my mother. She... She's not around anymore.

Jaune: Do... Do you want to talk about it?

Pyrrha: I... I don't know where to begin. She was my hero, but she did something really bad, and she died when I was really young. And I...

Jaune: Hey. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Pyrrha: (Leans on Jaune) I was probably six years old when it happened. She and I were on our way to watch a tournament together, but then this guy came from out of nowhere. He shot at us and broke her jaw. She carried me back home, and then... She left that night. I didn't learn about what happened to her until just after getting accepted into Beacon. She... She went on a rampage and then... Then she...

Jaune: (Holds her) Hey, hey. It's okay, Pyrrha. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that. I'm... I'm sure she was a great mom.

Pyrrha: (Sniffles) She was the best. And, on the bright side, because of her, there's a new standard for huntsman and huntresses to follow. And she's part of the reason why I became a huntress. So I could make sure everyone follows the standard. Follows the example she set. (Smiles) I think she would have liked you.

Jaune: (Looks at family photo) I think I would have like her, too.

Fun Fact! In the first ten years of the 20th century, until her death in 1907, the Champawat Tiger, also known as "the man-eater" killed and ate 436 humans in western Nepal. She evaded capture and continued to kill until she was shot by British hunter Jim Corbett, who speculated the tigress lost her teeth years ago from a gunshot, forcing her to change her prey to much easier humans. He then went on to be an advocate for wild tigers and spent the latter years of his life devoted to their conservation, even having a conservation park in Nepal dedicated to him.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #tiger!faunus pyrrha #mama nikos #tiger!faunus mama nikos #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #history #the champawat tiger

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narcoticwriter · 29 days

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Alright, I cooked up a little theory on all of this beef between Kendrick and Drake and I am likely reaching a lot, but I would like to pay attention to this lyric in particular:

"One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy"

This is referencing how many tracks Kendrick claims he has left, which is 10. Now, if we count this together, Kendrick will have 14 tracks dissing Drake specifically (yes, I'm counting the track with Metro and Future in it).

Why is this important? Because I was thinking about it as every song is like a bullet being unloaded into Drake at this point. And the comparison struck me as odd.

So I looked it up and there are gun magazines that can hold 14 bullets specifically, one of them being the Glock .40 caliber gun. Why is this gun relevant?

Because it's the same one that killed Tupac.

And why is that relevant?

Well, whose voice did Drake necromance in one of his diss tracks recently with AI? And who does Drake admire and so much so that one of his songs plays whenever he opens his toilet?

Yeah.

Like I said before, I might be reaching, but coming from the guy that won a Pulitzer prize? It wouldn't surprise me if it's real and he did that on purpose and if that happens to be the case...

Holy fuck, that's a lot of layers to pick through.

Edit: The count is 15 if you include the Metro and Future track, but the magazine is more commonly found with 15 bullets anyway. So the point still stands.

#narky thinks #kendrick lamar #drake #tupac shakur #(did not expect to become invested in this)#(but felt the need to share my thoughts on the matter anyway)#(it is MY blog after all)

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vexwerewolf · 1 month

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Can you build the one punchiban?

It's 5:40 AM but here you go.

-- IPS-N CALIBAN @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] IPS-N ZHENG 3, IPS-N CALIBAN 2, SSC Black Witch 1 [ CORE BONUSES ] Superheavy Mounting, Overpower Caliber [ TALENTS ] Executioner 3, Nuclear Cavalier 3, PANKRATI 2, Vanguard 1 [ STATS ] HULL:4 AGI:2 SYS:0 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:19 ARMOR:2 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:7 REPAIR:7 TECH ATK:-2 LIMITED:+1 SPD:4 EVA:10 EDEF:8 SENSE:3 SAVE:14 [ WEAPONS ] Integrated: HHS-075 “Flayer” Shotgun SUPERHEAVY MOUNT: D/D 288 (SUPERMASSIVE MOD) // Overpower Caliber HEAVY MOUNT: SUPERHEAVY WEAPON BRACING [ SYSTEMS ] Personalizations, Armament Redundancy, Ferrous Lash, SPIKE CHARGES x3, TOTAL STRENGTH SUITE I

I call this one That Doesn't Seem Physically Possible.

So fun fact: Ferrous Lash doesn't require that your target be in sensors. It has a flat range. That flat range happens to be 8, and you can punch someone 9 spaces away with a charged D/D 288 because we put Supermassive on it.

What this means is that you can prime your D/D 288 and use your other action to Ferrous Lash an enemy straight into your mech, where they will fall prone. The next turn, you can punch them so hard they see the face of god, knock them 9 spaces in the direction you punched them, all of which you travel with them due to the Caliban's Pursue Prey trait.

Your charged D/D 288 does a minimum of 13 damage (14 if you're in the Danger Zone) with a potential maximum of 38 damage (44 if you're in the Danger Zone), but I think that might actually be the least interesting thing about this build.

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg #lancer builds #caliban #zheng

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billthedrake · 9 months

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This one I started a few months ago but didn’t get too far yet. It started off as a spinoff of Dads I’d Like to Fuck and took on a life of its own.

THE SPORTS ILLUSTRATED JINX

Doing that cover was how I met my partner, my first one at least.

The Sports Illustrated issue had just dropped. A big cover photo of me, looking serious and posting with my bat, and the words "Miracle Worker" in big letters over my image. I was winding down my rookie season in the majors at the age of 21 and had exceeded high expectations. Life was good.

"Don't pay any attention to that jinx business," a man said as I was out a high-end steakhouse after a game, enjoying a drink in the bar area. "It's all bullshit."

The man was my type to a T. Late 40s, sturdy build, some gray in his medium-length hair, masculine dad-next-door looks. I am often guarded in public, but I gave him a big smile.

"Yeah?" I asked. "I sure hope so."

This man had an easy way about him. Confident, but not overly so. "It's definitely BS," he added. "Look at Trout. Didn't hurt his career one bit." His blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he talked, and I had to wonder if I was reading too much interest in them. Sexual interest. "But you don't need me to tell ya that, man."

I shrugged. "Well given how many people have brought up that fucking jinx," I said, "it's nice to hear a different point of view." I extended my hand. "Luke... nice to meet you." I mean, the guy clearly knew who I was, but I wanted to know who he was.

"Dan Ogle," he said, as he clasped my hand with an equally strong grip. In baseball you judge a man by his handshake. Dan was used to being judged. "It's an honor to meet you."

"You in the business?" I ventured.

"It shows?" he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a scout. Was with the Orioles organization and now work independent."

"Smart move," I quipped. "The Orioles seem a mess lately."

"Ouch," he laughed harder. "That's tough, man." He gave my shoulder a friendly, gladhanding pat for a second. "Listen... I'm here to meet an agent buddy of mine..."

Something about his eye contact made me wonder if I could make a move. "Let me give you my number, Dan," I said.

The way his eyes lit up said I'd made the right call. Maybe he was just star struck. But I'd work that in my favor if it meant seeing more of that sun-weathered face and those sea-blue eyes. He pulled out his phone, and I told him my number.

****

The first drinks I grabbed with the guy was basically a date. We didn't call it that. But we made the usual small talk. Dan knew a lot more about me than I did about him. So I had him tell me his bio. He'd played in the majors a few years and got into the coaching side in some single-A team. Was frustrated by the lack of opportunities there so went into scouting. Was married once, no kids, divorced at 38.

I talked more about what it was like to be a star. Even if Dan Ogle was never a magazine-cover caliber player, he understood me. The benefits of being idolized and famous, and the drawbacks. I didn't talk about the latter with a lot of guys, but I felt I could with this pro-ball veteran.

Our eye contact got heavier as we talked. Like we knew what we were dancing around without coming out and saying it. Finally, I asked, "So, Dan... you able to be discreet?"

Without missing a beat he nodded. "Oh yeah. Absolutely." Those sea blue eyes staring back at me, with clear expectation.

"It's been a couple of months since I've gotten laid," I said, laying my cards on the table.

He let out a playful whistle. "Way too long, Luke."

"What about you?" I asked, finally nudging his knee under the bar. This was gonna happen, and I knew, and I was throwing hard in anticipation.

"About the same," he smirked.

"We should go fix that," I hissed.

"Now?" It wasn't a question of surprise. More, Dan was trying to read what was on my mind.

"If you're up for it... yeah, now." I knew my voice was getting that horny edge to it.

We settled up our check and I went over to Dan's hotel room. I wondered if we were going to have more conversation, maybe figure out what each other was into sexually. I was strictly top or into getting serviced. I normally got my way, but sometimes older guys think it should be the other way around.

But we didn't talk. Instead we met for a kiss as we rapidly stripped off our clothes. I'd barely unbuttoned my jeans when Dan crouched down in front of me, pawing my crotch and reaching in to pull out my cock.

"Damn, that's a big dick," he gasped. And then revealing he did not find that a problem in the least, the middle-aged ex-jock leaned forward and started sucking me.

"Holy shit!" I laughed. I wasn't 100% surprised Dan Ogle sucked cock. After all, I'd met up with older guys who liked to fool around. But I was surprised he was so into it, so good at it. He sucked me fast and hard, like it was his last cock ever. I didn't think that the almost rough sucking would feel good, but it was incredible. Those long fast mouth strokes and that heavy suction were gonna get me to nut, too soon.

"Ease up, man!" I gasped. "I'm almost cumming."

The veteran ex-jock spit out my prick and sucked in some air, as he swallowed that excess spit. "Yeah?" he teased, now hand stroking my bat. "What would be wrong with that?" The man was horny, and I loved how thrilled he seemed to be about sex. No hang ups whatsoever. That was a first for me, actually.

"Come on, man," I almost complained. "Let me at least feel up your body for a bit, you know... enjoy this some."

That took Ogle by surprise. I think he thought I'd just want to shut my eyes and use his mouth or something. Maybe that's what dudes like me had done before with him. Leaning back, he showed off his bare chest. "Didn't think you'd be into all this, man," he smiled.

"You have no fucking idea," I growled. I could unload my daddy issues on Dan later and tell him how I was wired for men over 40, but for now, I just wanted that physical contact with that more mature muscle. "Let's get on the bed," I urged.

I stripped off the rest of the way and ate up the way Dan's eyes feasted on my nakedness and my erect state. Maybe it was the ego boost he needed to strip down all the way and almost pose for me as he got on the bed. His body wasn't perfect but it was pretty damn nice. Strong muscle, just the right amount of hair, amazing legs. Dan had been a catcher back when he played.

His body felt hot to the touch when we embraced. He was a good kisser and seemed to get into the sensual, slow approach. I matched his speed, even as I was horny as fuck and leaking against his furry belly. We made out and rolled around some, and I ended up on top of him. Heart pounding against his chest and his strong grip feeling up my lat muscle.

When I pulled back from our lip lock the 40-something scout had need in his eye. "You wanna be in me, Luke?" he asked softly.

"Hell yes," I growled.

He smiled. "I got some lube in my bag in the bathroom, if you wanna get it. Rubbers if you want, too."

I hoisted my athletic body out of bed and went to get the stuff, my dick sticking straight out like a divining rod. The stuff was easy to find. Indeed next to the small lube bottle there were two foil packets. I loved that a man like Dan came prepared.

I didn't take a condom, though, and I could read Ogle's silent excitement as he saw me empty handed other than the lube. I flipped the cap and squirted the slickness onto my fingers as I got up on the bed. Any other time, I'd enjoy more foreplay and rim him out some. I loved eating ass, and an ex-catcher daddy would be one hell of a feast. But I needed to fuck.

He hissed at the first finger but the second went in like butter. Dan Ogle wasn't a slut bottom, but this wasn't his first rodeo. As I lined up my cock, I was excited to be topping such a hot guy. It was still sinking in that I was a lucky bastard.

"That's good," Dan said softly as I pushed in. His sea blues were looking up, and he was nodding slightly as I pushed on. I knew why. He was tight as fuck and he knew I wouldn't be able to read if he was good to go. Thankfully, he was.

"You have an amazing ass," I grunted as I bottomed out. He was hot and snug and his insides felt alive around my cock.

Dan was horned up, and his dick twitched on his furry belly. He had some love handles but otherwise was total DILF. "I can't believe you're here fucking me," he almost laughed.

I held my body steady for him, his legs on my shoulders. "You ever fantasize about me?"

"Didn't dream to," he admitted.

"But a player like me, right?" I nudged him mentally. "You always wanted to get nailed by a guy like me." That second part was now statement, not a question.

"Jesus," Dan growled, a deep belly growl. "Fuck yes."

"You got it, man," I said and just started fucking. Not hard, but it was a deep steady fuck and I was hung enough for him to feel it.

He stroked as I railed him then let go when he was getting too close.

"Go ahead," I urged. "I'm pretty close, too."

I watched him stroke and I watched his hand work up his pleasure in tandem with the internal stimulation I was giving him. Then I watched the 40-something ex-catcher spew his pearly white seed all over that gorgeous daddy fur.

"FUCK!" I grunted and felt my own cum rising up, all of a sudden. Two months was a long time between lays. I held his legs tightly and humped his ass with a couple of final fast strokes.

I was flush red and breathing fast as I came down. Dan laughed at me some, and I laughed with him. "I needed that, buddy," I said, giving his meaty chest a playful dual fist bump before I leaned back and slowly pulled out.

I had to watch the slight creampie in his hole before it shut back up. A conquest trophy.

"I could tell," Dan grinned as he lowered his legs and shook out the stiffness. "I don't normally like it missionary, but that was hot as fuck."

I grinned, plopping down on the bed. "It was."

Dan gave me one last look, like he still couldn't believe his luck and still couldn't believe this happened. I got that look a lot, and I always ate it up. "Gonna shower off," he announced.

He was back to normal when he got back. A little quiet, maybe moody. I didn't know his deal, but I wasn't gonna find out. I took a piss and got dressed.

"Take care, man," I said as I got ready to leave. He was on his phone, checking on texts or something.

He looked up. "Yeah. Have a good one."

I got the message. One time thing. OK by me. I was a player, a hunter, always onto the next lay. One time things were my MO.

Only the next morning I awoke to a text. Dan Ogle's text, sent fifteen minutes earlier. "I got an 11AM plane to catch. But maybe I can interest you in a morning BJ before I go?"

I texted him a thumbs up and my hotel and room number.

****

It's not as easy having groupie sex when you're into guys as when you're straight. But it happens for me far more than you'd imagine. I just have to be cautious with my approach, feel a guy out. The thing is, if a guy has a remote bi-curious streak, it's almost a sure thing that a star athlete will be able to exploit it. The star struck thing goes a long fucking way, and guys felt excited to be close to me. Even if only for an hour or a night, they were getting one-on-one Luke Fulton time.

My first groupie was when I was still in the minors. But I was clearly a top prospect in the farm system and come Spring Training I had a chance to practice and play with the big league guys.

I was gathering up my stuff after an afternoon game versus the Tigers when I saw him. A few of the guys would meet with fans after, but this man seemed to be waiting for me. He was very much a typical corporate looking dude. Medium height, golf shirt, golf tan, khaki shorts, ball cap, expensive watch, dad sneakers. Meaty dadbod build filling it all out and looking pretty good for a man in his 50s.

"Hi Luke," he said, polite but also forward. "Can I get your autograph?"

That was my first request for one, actually. I smiled. "Yeah?" I said, registering my surprise. "Um, sure."

I walked up and set down my bag. He handed me a pad and a pen. "You're gonna be the biggest star," he said, referencing the pro team name whose roster I was vying for. His gaze was on me, like he was trying to memorize the whole encounter for later. That was my first taste of groupies, the way they might not even be showing sexual interest but they clearly are into me and being around me.

"I'm not 21 yet," I reminded him.

"Well, I've been watching your progress. Ever since the draft." OK, Corporate Dude was one of THOSE fans.

"Who should I make this out to?" I asked, maintaining equally heavy eye contact. Corporate Daddy was good looking in a normal way, and that turned me on, too. He reminded me of the men in my hometown. I even flashed a wink, nothing too over the top, but doing as much flirting as I dared.

"Jim," he said. "God..." he continued as he watched me write my dedication and sign my name. "This is really cool."

I looked up and flashed my grin. "Isn't this what you come to Spring Training for?" I asked. "To meet the players?" Maybe I was starting to lay it on thick.

Jim was gung ho, though. "It's my second year here, but yeah... the chance to talk to you guys is incredible."

His eye contact was heavy and his wedding band made me think he wasn't the blabbing type. I still consider a band the best insurance when hitting on a guy. I took another paper out of that pad and wrote my number on it.

The man seemed embarrassed. "What's that for?" He asked.

Goddamnit. I guess I misjudged. "Never mind," I said, maybe a little curtly. After all, it wasn't any guy I gave my number. I started to grab the paper back.

He blushed, getting it, really getting. "Oh. That's cool, that's man. I'll keep it. If that's OK."

I nodded. "Just keep it private, OK?" I meant my number but also the fact that I'd given it to him.

"Oh yeah," he said.

I gave him one more wink and picked up my bag to walk back to the locker room.

It was an hour later when I got a text. "Hey. It's Jim. Thanks for giving me your number."

"Thanks for using it," I typed back. I was hanging out with some of the guys from the team, about to get some dinner.

I didn't hear back for a few minutes, then I got another text. "I don't normally do this kind of thing."

"It's cool man. I don't bite. No strings no expectations." I didn't have my mojo down, but I knew with a guy like this corporate dad you had to reassure him.

"What are you looking for?" I could almost sense his nervousness on his end.

"That's something better talked about in person," I wrote.

"Yeah," he acknowledged. Then "I'm around all week."

"Tonight?" I wrote. "9?"

"Yes."

He gave me his hotel info, which worked better. I was in a good mood when I showed up and gave a soft knock.

Jim had a nervous, naughty look as he ushered me in. "Hey..." he said as he shut the door behind me. "I shouldn't be doing this."

I got it. I'd met married men with misgivings before, but none as strong as this man's.

I paused and looked at him, giving him my best friendly expression. Giving him an out. "It's up to you, man. I'm not gonna pressure you."

He thought for a second. It was like I knew what he was thinking. Wondering if he'd ever get another chance at this. "I wanna," he replied.

"Cool," I said and stepped up to him. I'm used to seeing athletes and coaches all day, so sometimes a normal build like Jim's pales in comparison. But now that I was there, up close, he looked pretty damn fine. My hand touched his chest through his golf shirt and moved down to feel up his sides. I drew him closer to me, being forward now to claim a kiss off him.

He grunted as our lips met. I slipped my tongue forward and felt his excitement grow as his lips part and accepted it. We made out for a minute, which is the surest way to get my motor running. I was rock hard now, for sure.

I pulled back and examined his handsome face. "I guess I should have asked if you kissed," I said.

He exhaled a breath he'd been holding. "Yeah... that was my first kiss with a man, actually."

I cocked a grin. "Whaddya think?"

"'s pretty wild," he answered honestly. "But good."

My fingers now caressed his side, and I could sense he was getting majorly hard, too. "You done anything with a guy?" I needed to know where I stood.

He shook his head. "Back in college. You know some fooling around with fraternity brothers. A couple of blow jobs, that kind of thing."

I cocked my eyebrow. "You ever give one?"

Jim blushed some, making his reddish tan redder. "Yeah... it was years ago."

I pulled him closer to me, so he could feel my hardon against his own. "I'd very much enjoy getting one, man... if you're up for it." He was warming up to the idea, I could tell, but I wanted to head off any hesitation. "It's just us here. No one's gonna know."

"I don't know if I'm any good," he objected.

I moved my hand up and patted his shoulder. "Trust me, I'll love it." I didn't throw in a "pretty, please," but I was being as gradual and coaxing as I knew how to be. "Come on, why don't you sit on the bed?"

He nodded and stepped back from me. He was rock hard in his khaki shorts, which was a good sign. And as he settled on his hotel bed, his look was one of excitement more than nervousness.

I didn't want to spook him, but I was getting crazy horny. Jim was pushing my buttons big time. I stepped up till I stood about a foot in front of him. Then slowly, I undid my shorts and pulled out my boner.

Some guys comment on my size when they first see my endowment, but Jim just silently watched, eyes going wide.

"It's OK, bud," I assured him. "Just take what you feel comfortable with." I scooted closer so my hardon was an inch or so away from him. His licks were tentative, then less so. I could sense the novelty for him, and the thrill that came with that. I knew this was the last thing he expected to be doing on this trip.

"You've done this before, man," I urged. "You got this."

He nodded and then opened his lips to take me in. He bobbed up and down on a few inches. Jim wasn't lying. He wasn't any good at this. But I loved the feeling of his warm mouth and the wet tongue against my steel-hard dick. And I loved the rush of seeing this regular married daddy servicing me. I let him do his thing for a minute then spoke again.

"Feels nice," I encouraged him. Then, "Just suck me like you enjoy being sucked, man."

That seemed to make something click for him, and he adjusted his blowjob. Jim wasn't gonna be a pro cocksucker any time soon, but THIS was a lot better. He flenched when my hand touched his hair, but when he realized I was just gonna stroke his head in encouragement he relaxed back into it.

"Take your time, bud," I hissed, spreading my stance a little. "Takes me a good couple of minutes to work up a head of steam. But this feels awesome."

It did, and the physical sensations were starting to build up. But I also imagined this guy sucking dudes back home, showing off what he'd learned on me. That was the trigger that got me off.

"You better swallow, man," I growled. Mr. Easygoing was gone. I didn't want him pulling off. Maybe my fingers curled around the back of his head to keep him from retreating.

He grunted. Agreement, I guess. But he kept sucking as I spurted into his craw. I heard a choked sound, but it wasn't an actual choking. Mostly a grunt of excitement as he tasted, then swallowed, as fast I was pumping more sperm into his mouth and throat.

"Damn, that was nice," I hissed as I let go of his head and finally stepped back out of his sucking mouth.

"Did I do OK?" he asked, voice thick with my cum still. Something about that question was adorable and exciting both.

I smiled. "Fuck yea you did." I nodded down to his hard crotch. "You need to get off?"

He unzipped. Clearly, sucking me had worked him up. He spit into his palm and I watched him start pulling his pud. It wasn't gonna take him long, not from the excited look in his eyes and the fast fist motion. I stepped closer and let my dong sway in front of his face.

That got him going. "You got a great cock," he admitted.

"And you sucked it," I reminded him.

"Yes," he grunted, and like that he was cumming.

"That's it, man," I urged.

Our release complete, I stepped back and tucked back in as he wiped himself with a Kleenex. His mood shifted some.

"We good man?" I asked. He could have all the guilt pangs he wanted, but I didn't want a full-on freak out.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Thanks for that.... I'm gonna remember that for a long while."

"If you wanna make some more memories this week, you know where to reach me."

#drakestories

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morbidology · 3 months

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On the 28th of September, 2016, 14-year-old Jesse Osborne retrieved his father’s gun from a drawer beside his bed. He then shot his father, Jeffrey Osborne, three times before taking his truck and driving it to Townville Elementary School, Townville, South Carolina. Osborne had been a student at the elementary school where he was known to be sociable and intelligent. However, at the time of the shooting, he was being homeschooled after being expelled from his middle school for bringing a hatchet to class.

After arriving at the elementary school, Osborne started to shoot indiscriminately with the .40-caliber pistol he had stolen from his father. During the shooting, he kept shouting: “I hate my life!” After 12 seconds of shooting, the gun jammed and he was apprehended by a volunteer firefighter. One student was shot in the foot, another suffered a superficial wound and a teacher was shot in the shoulder.

Another student, 6-year-old Jacob Hall, suffered a gunshot wound to the leg. The wound led to massive blood loss and then cardiac arrest. Jacob Hall died at hospital several days later.

Following his arrest, Osborne said to officers: “And then it (the gun) jammed. And then I shot again. And it jammed again every time. And I thank god for that. Please say no one died. Did anyone die?” Osborne explained that he was part of an “Instagram group” with other teenagers who “said they were all going to shoot up their schools too.” He explained that he hoped he was going to kill at least 50 or 60 people at the school and that “the kids in the group chat… they were all cheering me on.” He said that following the shooting, he yelled “I’m sorry” and threw his gun on the floor.

Osbourne was tried as an adult and in November of 2019, he was sentenced to life in prison without parole for the murder of Jacob and 30 years for the attempted murder charges. He appealed his sentence and in 2023, and his sentences were changed to two 75 year sentences.

#true crime #school shooting #young killer

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lurkingshan · 1 year

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Kinou nani tabeta/What Did You Eat Yesterday?

You should know that I attempted to start this write up about half a dozen times before I managed to get a single word down. Every time I tried I just ended up staring at the wall. I don’t think I’ve been this emotionally stunned by a show since I Told Sunset About You, and I don’t say that lightly!

So, is this a good show? My god, YES. What an understatement. Let me tell you, as my MDL can attest, I’ve watched nearly 300 dramas. I’m sure I’ve watched even more Western shows since I had a 30 year head start on those. And I can say confidently that I’ve never seen anything quite like this gem.

Kinou nani tabeta, or What Did You Eat Yesterday?, is a drama about two middle aged gay men living their everyday lives, making and sharing food, reckoning with their identities and expectations, and figuring out how to be together in a long term relationship. That’s it, that’s the show. If that sounds boring to you, I gotta tell you: YOU ARE WRONG.

We meet Shiro and Kenji when they’re in their mid 40s and already a couple years into living together. Over the course of the show, we learn more about their relationship - how they got together, how they differ, where they struggle, where they shine, what they are still figuring out - and we see them work through it all, together. We see them at work, with friends, with their families, out in public, and in the privacy of their own home - we get a full and complete picture of their lives. And we are invited in to experience it with them and get up close and personal with their relationship in a way that feels both cozy and thrilling.

Now, I am not going to go into detail about everything that happens in this show, or attempt to provide deep analysis about its story, its characters, or the various cultures it depicts. This show was released in 2019, the manga began its run many years before that, and there are folks on this website - like @isaksbestpillow and @bengiyo - who have been at this a hell of a long time and thus have a broader context and lived experience from which to critically examine the show and its messages as they relate to Japanese familial values, life as a queer man from an older generation, and building community while living in a culture that is actively hostile to who you are. I implore you to go read their thoughts and learn from their wisdom. But what I will do is mention a couple (3… no 4, okay 5!) things that really made it stand out to me, a lifelong romance reader, avid media consumer, and drama enjoyer (I’m going to keep plot stuff vague because I hope if you’re reading this, you will be watching very soon!):

Let me repeat: this is a drama about a middle aged couple in a long term relationship, and the ongoing growth and deepening of their relationship is the main plot. Do I have to tell you how unique that is? The romance genre is rarely interested in what happens after the couple gets together, and even in other dramas featuring a couple in a LTR, the plot is usually about something else with the relationship in the background. And I’m fairly sure this is the only show of this nature in the entire bl genre (@absolutebl please fact check me if I’m wrong). In this show, the relationship is the point. It’s a rare look at what it actually takes to learn to deal with your baggage and share your life with someone, and I found it deeply moving.

My god these actors. With all due respect to the many fine actors in the bl industry, these two are on another level. We just never get to see seasoned actors of this caliber headlining ql dramas. If I have one tiny critique of this show, it’s that I found the moments when they let us listen in on the characters’ internal monologues mostly unnecessary - every emotional beat played out in their faces and body language. There’s this one scene I can’t stop thinking about, where the main pair are fighting, and one of them says something he doesn’t mean, and you see the regret on his face instantly, followed by a quick aborted movement as if to take it back, but his partner has already turned away and doesn’t see it. Just perfection. And the acting was so good in the finale (@waitmyturtles informed me my absolute fav moment was improvised for fucks sake) that it actually laid me out for like an hour, I was just sitting there in a crying daze.

The writing is so fucking smart. What’s absolutely brilliant about this show is that it’s structured like an episodic slice of life drama, but there is a deeper long term emotional arc at play and the writers forget nothing. Just like in life, in each episode something will happen, it won’t really get fully resolved, and the characters will move on. But on this show, it always comes back around, usually when your guard is down and they can inflict maximum damage by sucker punching you right in the solar plexus. I can hardly believe how many times this show managed to sneak attack me with emotional realness (official Shan cry count: 8/12 episodes caused me to burst into tears, sometimes more than once).

This show will take you through every possible destination on the spectrum of human emotion. I was so emotional while watching this show, in every sense. Crying both happy and sad tears. Swinging wildly between giddy delight, deep sadness, low key anger, and belly laughing. Sometimes the switch happens literally one scene to the next! And yet, there is an evenness to the tone and assuredness to the filmmaking that makes it all feel smooth. You never feel jerked around by the narrative. This is a credit to the writing, acting, and editing all coming together with perfect precision. The people who made this show are masters of their crafts.

OBVIOUSLY I MUST MENTION THE FOOD. Every episode of this show features at least one instance of a character making Japanese food that looks like the best thing you’ve never gotten the chance to eat. I do not recommended watching this without feeding yourself first, because it will have you salivating. And they don’t just show you the characters making the food (even narrating the recipes for you!), they always show you the characters actually eating and enjoying it. Some real foodies were involved in this production and as someone who loves to eat and absolutely was raised to view feeding people as a love language, I loved it.

So now that you are obviously dying to watch it, you must be wondering: where can I find this show? Let me point you to this post on @kinounaniresource, where the amazing Siiri has compiled all the video files and English subs you need. If you’re not familiar with how to use these, you’ll find instructions on her blog (if you get confused come ask me, please don’t bug her about it). I know sometimes shows being a little hard to access is a big deterrent to watching them, but please trust me that this is absolutely worth your time and effort, you will not regret it.

#kinou nani tabeta #what did you eat yesterday?#japanese bl #jdrama #man i am on such a good run with the classics lately #shan recommends #shan shouts into the void

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mustardyellowsunshine · 6 months

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In today's episode of Shut Up Robin, Nobody Cares:

I finished Maison Ikkoku back in February, and I had a lot of feelings about the series. (It's good, do yourself a favor and go read it if you haven't.) As I read through it, I couldn't shake the thought: this is the caliber of romantic development Rumiko Takahashi can bring to the table?? We could've had this kind of relationship development in InuYasha??? 😭😭

The other thought I couldn't shake: InuYasha fans who still question the sincerity and depth of InuYasha's feelings for Kagome might benefit from reading Maison Ikkoku all the way to the end. They should read the final chapters of Maison Ikkoku, think for awhile about the blatant parallel themes found in InuYasha, and then try reevaluating InuKag's dynamic.

Now, I should clarify: I think the InuYasha series already makes it abundantly self-evident that the Inu/Kag/Kik "triangle" (🙄) is a complex situation that puts InuYasha in an extremely difficult position. (Well, it puts all of them in a difficult position, but you get the idea.) You just have to read the series with your brain on to see that. To review: teenage boy is tricked and terrorized by a demonic murderer; that demon successfully murders the boy's ex while masquerading as him; later his ex is revived from the dead against her will, wanders the earth as a vengeful spirit for awhile (who wouldn't be pissed about being brought back into that bullshit?), and is actively stalked by the demon who already murdered her once; teenage boy is falling in love with someone else when this happens, but he still wants to save his ex from being re-victimized by the demon who already brutally murdered her once. Anyone who sees that situation and describes it with a straight face as "InuYasha needs to make up his mind already" is probably never going to reconsider their assessment of InuYasha's character. They've already formed an opinion in defiance of the evidence. That ship done sailed.

But for some folks, I think experiencing the way Maison Ikkoku explores the same relationship themes—and particularly how it resolves those themes in the final chapters—could help them re-evaluate the emotional nuances in InuKag's relationship, and maybe help to re-contextualize the Inu/Kag/Kik conflict.

The parallels between Godai/Kyoko and InuYasha/Kagome are pretty obvious—Rumiko Takahashi consistently revisits this relationship dynamic in her work (it's present in Mao to a lesser extent). But I think Maison Ikkoku more directly confronts the emotional complexity of that dynamic. You can feel the difference in how RT more directly explores the messiness, complications, and pain of a) grieving a former relationship even while falling in love with someone else, and b) loving someone who is still tangled up in grieving their past. The InuYasha series obviously deals with those themes too, but Maison Ikkoku brings more focus and resolution to its exploration.

This may be for two reasons: 1) Maison Ikkoku had an older audience, as it was published in a seinen magazine geared for adult men between 18 - 40 years old, and 2) the relationship tension between Godai/Kyoko pretty much constitutes the main story of Maison Ikkoku; in InuYasha, the plot (such as it is) revolves around a vengeance quest and the monster of the week, and the relationship tensions between InuKag are second to that. Maybe that's why RT was more willing to get into the weeds with Godai/Kyoko and to more directly resolve the tension.

InuYasha does have some standout chapters where it explicitly deals with the tension of InuKag's situation (e.g., chapter 78, chapter 124, chapter 176, chapter 286, chapter 458, etc.), but there's this distinct hesitance in the narrative to resolve that tension in a substantive way. That's one of my beefs with the InuYasha series: it gives us moments of standout, concrete relationship development which then doesn't impact the future narrative all that much. The same relationship conflicts play out over and over again, well past their narrative expiration dates. See: Miroku flirting with women right in front of Sango after they've acknowledged feelings for each other; also the entire Kaō arc, which just... I do not understand the narrative purpose of that arc when it just exacerbates tensions that already existed and resolves none of them. Anyway. I digress.

You could argue this hesitance to permanently resolve relationship conflict comes from the episodic nature of InuYasha's storytelling. There's some truth to that, but that's not a satisfying explanation for why the main couple's relational status quo remains inert for the latter half of the series. Maison Ikkoku also does this to an extent—the "will they, won't they?" tension is strung along for as long as possible—but in general Maison Ikkoku does a better job of allowing relationship development to actually affect the narrative. Moments of emotional revelation and growth do change the relational status quo between Godai and Kyoko. They don't stay in quite the same relationship limbo that InuYasha and Kagome get stuck in for the latter half of the series. (It probably also helps that Maison Ikkoku is significantly shorter than InuYasha.)

All that to say: I think Godai/Kyoko is actually a useful mirror for examining InuKag, because they share the same themes and relationship dynamics without sharing the same narrative failings.

Okay, so: big time major spoilers ahead for Maison Ikkoku. Stop here if you don't want to see the conclusion of that series.

I want to look at how Maison Ikkoku's conclusion simultaneously revisits and resolves the main conflict between Godai/Kyoko.

Ahhhhhh my feelings!!! Man I love this series.

Okay, let's review the major takeaways from this scene:

• Notice how the tension between Godai and Kyoko—Godai's struggle with insecurity and Kyoko's feelings for her deceased husband—mirrors the tension between InuKag. And notice that the reader is encouraged to sympathize with both Godai and Kyoko. Godai is not "at fault" for struggling with insecurity and feelings of jealousy. That's a natural human feeling to have, especially in a relationship that hasn't been anywhere near secure until very recently. And despite whatever jealousy or inadequacy he may be feeling, Godai tries to see things from Kyoko's perspective. Part of Godai's struggle—the heartache of it—is his understanding that Kyoko is also not at fault. It's not her fault that she married before she ever met Godai, it's not her fault her husband died, and it's not her fault that she's struggling with the grief of that tragedy. She's trying to reorient herself to her new life after loss; she's falling in love with Godai, but she's also scared of betraying her husband's memory. (Let's hold that mirror up to InuYasha now, shall we? SHALL WE?) Moving on from Soichiro emotionally represents to Kyoko a breach of duty to a loved one.

• To reiterate: neither Godai nor Kyoko are "at fault" in this situation. That's precisely why it's a tragedy. They both have to process painful, messy feelings; both their feelings are valid and understandable. (Hold that mirror up to InuKag, girl. HOLD IT UP.)

• Notice how Godai explicitly acknowledges that loving Kyoko means loving the Kyoko who once loved Soichiro. "On the day I met Kyoko, you were already within her. That's the Kyoko I fell in love with." It's impossible to divorce Kyoko from her feelings for her former husband: that part of her life significantly shaped her into who she is. And I just love that Godai is hashing out his feelings at Soichiro's grave: it shows a sort of respect for Soichiro's memory, but more importantly it also shows that Godai knows his negative feelings can't ultimately be "fixed" by Kyoko. If she could fix them, he'd be having this conversation with her. (And by this point in the series they have had this conversation.) But Godai knows he's the only one who can truly work through/resolve his insecurity—especially now, when Kyoko has already assured him that she loves him—and I love how the scene's setting subtly demonstrates that. Soichiro's ghost is haunting Godai's feelings, not Kyoko's, and Godai is trying to work through that with Soichiro himself. There's no love triangle to resolve here: what needs resolving is Godai's own feelings of inadequacy which no amount of assurance from Kyoko can ultimately "fix." This is his ghost to fight. (We get an echo of this kind of inner conflict in chapter 458 of InuYasha: Kagome directly wrestles with the "ghost" of Kikyo and struggles toward some resolution of her own insecurities.... Only for the Kaō arc to come along later and materially damage that resolution and character growth for no clear reason, BUT I DIGRESS.) And this scene shows that Godai wins that fight: he comes to understand that loving Kyoko has to include accepting her past. Kagome reaches a very similar understanding in chapters 175 and 176 of InuYasha.

• To reiterate: Maison Ikkoku's conclusion is not the resolution of a "love triangle." It's the resolution of a series-long conflict, which is completely different. In order for love triangles to work—to actually function as love triangles—two competing love interests have to be viable options. This is quite evidently not the case in Maison Ikkoku: Soichiro is dead at the start of the series. It's literally impossible for Kyoko to choose him in any meaningful way. RT blatantly acknowledges this early in the series when Kyoko's father-in-law tells her she has to live her life. I cannot stress enough how self-consciously the series is not about a love triangle between Godai/Kyoko/Soichiro. (Mitaka is another matter entirely, for a different post.) Rather, the series is about the damaging power of grief in our lives, the rocky and painfully non-linear journey to healing from that grief, and how messy, fraught, and ultimately profoundly beautiful it is to love another person for exactly who they are — past pain/trauma and all. (Please for the love of heaven hold that mirror up to InuKag.)

• No, you know what? I'm not leaving that at a parenthetical. I'm just gonna say it: exactly as Maison Ikkoku is not about a love triangle, InuYasha isn't either. For the same reasons as stated above, the Inu/Kag/Kik dynamic is not ultimately a love triangle because Kikyo is dead at the start of the series. And while her spirit is magically revived—in an altered/diminished form—she is still not truly alive. The story conspicuously communicates this: her body is literally created from decomposing bones and cannot sustain itself (she needs to consume souls—other deceased spirits—to remain animated), symbolically suggesting she is of the dead even as she walks among the living. This is a facsimile of life. RT is not subtle about this. Kikyo is a tragic and complex character whose arc can be interpreted in many ways, but I think it's fair to say that the series self-consciously represents her as a past which can't be recovered. The damage has been done. She is dead, time continues to move forward, and there's no reversing that. (That's, again, why it's a tragedy.) Even her resurrected body symbolically represents this reality via death imagery. Ergo, from the very start of the series—just as we see in Maison Ikkoku—Kikyo is not a truly viable option for InuYasha. He can't choose her in any meaningful way. To "choose" her would be to essentially choose death—abandonment of life—just as Kyoko choosing Soichiro would make her "a wife who hadn't died yet." Kikyo represents an irrecoverable past just as Soichiro does. And the main thematic trajectory of each series does not suggest that Kyoko/InuYasha should give up on life by choosing death — it suggests they should choose life. Godai and Kagome conspicuously represent life, the possibility of living into the future. (Kagome is literally from the future, that's how unsubtle RT is about this.)

(A quick aside while we're here: no, Kikyo's not being a viable option does nothing to diminish the sincerity of InuYasha's feelings for Kagome. Kagome is not a "second choice," for the love of God the series blatantly addresses that very thing many, many times—like it's right there y'all—and I have already written a long ass post about why Kagome's insecurity over InuYasha's feelings for her shouldn't be taken as gospel truth.)

So, rather than being an actual love triangle, I think the Inu/Kag/Kik dynamic is a complicated emotional landscape that explores the same themes Maison Ikkoku does: how grief and trauma affect our lives, how painful and messy it can be to heal from that grief, and that loving someone—choosing to take that mutual risk with them—means trusting that they mean it when they tell/show us they love us, and choosing to trust them more than our own insecurities.

It's just that Maison Ikkoku explores those themes a little better. 😅 Which is why I think it makes a good mirror for re-examining InuKag: all the same themes without all the narrative failings and missed opportunities. ✌🏼

#it's done!!!! I've been sitting on this since March @__@#there was a whole other section comparing and contrasting Maison Ikkoku's conclusion with chapter 176 in InuYasha...#but it was too meandering and I lost the plot on it so maybe I'll try that again in a different post one day lol #InuKag #Maison Ikkoku #analysis #that whole section where I basically said 'some emotional intelligence is required to understand InuYasha's situation'#that same sentiment caused the biggest shit fest I've ever seen on a fandom server #it was truly mind boggling #so naturally i've decided to write a 2200 word essay to more thoroughly explore that idea 😈

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