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borbygorlinbbqworld · 13 days

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A man with a magic remote using it to make his stuck up local barista into a needy bimbo

Enough is enough.

From a young age, you have always been brought up believing being polite got you places; saying thank you, holding doors open for people, and making guests feel welcome are part of a basic human decency you assumed everyone practiced.

Until you met Alice.

You had met in high school, back when you was a little rounder in the belly and cheeks. She had always turned her nose up at you, snarking some cruel comment on your appearance, or how slow you were. You never understood why--after all, you had always been nice to her--but maybe that was just what hot, popular blondes did to "science losers" like you.

But nearly ten years later, this loser was ready for his revenge.

Sitting at the corner table of the local coffee joint, you watch her plug away at the cash register as she rings customers up. Seductive, green eyes, wide hips, and full, perky breasts that jiggle a little bit when she walked. You watch the way she flashed that beauty-pageant smile that somehow manages to let people know she was better than them.

But over the last few months, you found a way to make it all come crashing down on her.

You train the wrist-mounted device you'd spent months perfecting on her. "Alice Saintfield. IQ 135, but 34DD," it flashes on the screen.

Just as she speaks to the next customer, you twist the dial to the right. Immediately, her white blouse strains to keep her overflowing bossoms contained. A pink flush creeps across her face as she notices her customer staring slack-jawed at her suddenly massive breasts. Quite a few of the patrons murmur, some pointing at her.

She blinks a few times. "Wha..."

"Alice Saintfield. IQ 120, but 34GG."

You smirk. So it begins.

You turn the dial more.

Alice lunges forward, the weight of her massive tits making her unsteady. All of the buttons on her blouse spatter the cash register as her breasts spill slightly outside the sides of her apron.

Much to your delight, she giggles. "Oopsies!" She jumps around excitedly, her massive mammaries swaying. Her hard, pink nipples play peekaboo from behind her apron wth ever jiggle as she makes her way to the staff break room.

You follow her over to a room with a small kitchen and a few tables. She stands in front of a large full-body mirror squeezing her breasts.

"Alice Saintfield. IQ 70, but 34K."

This time, before turning the dial the furthest it could go, you click a button on the device.

Her breasts swell immediately and spill out of her shirt completely. Now uncovered by an apron far too small, blue veins pulse through her pale breasts. They send what appears to be a needy ache to her swollen pink nipples.

Beads of milk appear at the tender teat, before they start dripping onto the small table below.

You smile down at her. But her eyes are wide, an unfamiliar sense of submission behind them. She waddles over to the plastic coffee cups, grabbing a handful of them before making her way to you. With each footstep, her breasts sway and slosh as tiny rivers of milk run down from her teats.

"Alice Saintfield. IQ 15, but 34P. Subject has reached peak breeding instance."

Your dick twitches. Hmm...

She holds out an empty coffee cup, blissfully unaware there is a little bit of drool dripping from her lip.

You take the cup, unsure.

Hoisting her bare breast up for you to see, she tilts her head to one side.

"Moo?" she asks before biting her lip. "Moooo?"

Milk me?

You take her massive teat in your hand and squeeze, aiming into the coffee cup you held in your hand. Milk spurts out, drenching your hand in warm liquid. Alice moans from the release as you notice the unmilked breast has a steadier stream dripping from it.

"Moo!" Alice gasps. It's then you notice how drenched her panties are. She rubs against the side of her hand, and the motion makes her massive milkers slosh. "Moooo..."

Your device is perfect; not only is she full of milk, the bitch NEEDS to breed.

You cock swells against the tightness of your pants. It hadn't really been a part of your plan to impregnate her, but as she unzips your pants and uses both her tiny hands to work away at your cock, you realize the idea turns you on.

Plus, wasn't it even better revenge on her knowing you not only made her tits massive, but you also pumped her full of your "loser" cum?

Your shirt is soaked from the milk leaking from her full breasts that she rubs against your chest.

"Moo... Moo..." She stops rubbing, and instead sits on the table and spreads her legs. Her miniskirt does little to hide her soaked underwear. She squeezes her breasts, letting a massive spray soak her hands.

"Are you in heat, dumb little cow?"

"Moooo..." she moaned.

You pulled the drenched thong to the side to shove your throbbing member inside her. Her internal juices tantalize your dick, making it throb. One, two, three--you lose count of how many pumps before--

Just as you ejaculate, Alice bounces herself on you, sloshing her giant tits around and as she pleasures herself on your release.

Finally, she lets out a breathless sigh before snuggling with your face resting on a breast. She led your head to one of her dripping teats, and you happily accept it into your mouth.

Blissful peace coursed through your veins as you suckle at her breast, content.

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autumnshighlady · 4 months

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A Lesson in Language

Fëanor x female!reader

part of The Professor Series

summary: challenging your linguistics professor is your favourite past time, until he decides it's time for you to face consequences for it

warnings: smut, power dynamic, daddy kink (only a little bit at the end), rough oral sex (m receiving), hate sex, roughness, Fëanor is a raging asshole

word count: 4.4k

request: Professor Feanor x reader? With fiery smut and snarky student reader ;) I was thinking something like he’s a linguistics prof (since he did come up with a new system of writing) and he teaches this one course that reader needs to graduate but she’s annoyed that he teaches it’s either his way or nothing at all so she argues with him all the time in office hours for her marks and etc?

So since we seem to be imagining everybody as a professor: Feanor. He'd be mean, and condescending, and the gods may help you if you're not good in his class (wth is he even teaching, he's good at everything💀) But if you're his best student, and a bright mind beyond class assignments? You'll want the gods to help you for wholly different reasons.

a/n: Fëanor is a massive douche in this fic ladies pls never let a man treat u like this lmao

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You rolled your eyes as you doodled in the margins of your notebook, trying to ignore Professor Fëanor’s arrogant voice echoing in the classroom. He was droning on about pragmatics, a topic you had mastered last year already. You hated this class – it was tedious at best, and like watching paint dry at its worst. The only reason you were begrudgingly taking it was because it was your last requirement for graduation, as the class involved drawing up your own research study instead of a final exam. Everyone who was in this class took it for one of two reasons – either they were the same as you and just needed it for graduation, or they were lovestruck morons enamoured with the professor.

Admittedly, he was an attractive male. His long, raven-black hair suited his sharp face, with grey blue eyes that surveyed the class like a hawk, picking on daydreaming students to answer difficult questions. He was always impeccably dressed, and spoke with more confidence than anyone you had ever met. Yet he was arrogant and stubborn, insisting his way was the only way to learn linguistics. He spoke to his students as if they were dumb, incapable of being anywhere near his level of knowledge. And it irritated you beyond belief.

You were well known amongst your peers for getting into arguments with the professor. Dr. Fëanor had a nasty temper that frightened most, but amused you. You were the only student who didn’t hesitate to challenge him and stick up for yourself when he decided he wanted to bully his students. You were confident in your linguistic skill set, marching to his office to argue your grades whenever he gave you a shitty mark. You could tell it infuriated him, how his best student didn’t kiss his ass like he had clearly expected you to.

“Am I interrupting your artistic time, (Y/N)?” Dr. Fëanor’s bored voice sounded a few feet away from you, snapping you back to reality. You looked up, and he was standing in front of your table, glaring down at you. The students beside you shrank back, afraid to be caught up in the professor’s wrath. But you didn’t back down, only sighing and looking up to meet his gaze.

“What was that, sir?” You asked, widening your eyes and faking innocence knowing damn well it would piss him off further.

“You haven’t been paying attention to a single thing I’ve said all week.” He snorted. “How you are my top student is beyond me, with such a short attention span.”

“I’ve been paying attention, sir.” You lied, bringing your elbows to rest on the table.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then you won’t mind a little pop quiz, just for you?”

You shrugged. “Fire away.”

“What are the three airstream mechanisms in phonetics?” His shoulders were tense, a sign of his visible annoyance towards you.

Your answer rolled off your tongue. “Pulmonic, glottalic, velaric.”

“Define a morpheme.”

“The smallest meaningful unit of language. It must have a meaning of its own, either lexical or a grammatical function, and it must be minimal, not containing any smaller units that have meanings of their own.”

“And what are the four maxims of conversation?”

“Quality, quantity, relation and manner.” You smiled, watching your professor’s face get redder as you answered his questions easily.

“Name the distinctive linguistic properties of Quenya that make it differ from Sindarin.” Dr. Fëanor smirked, cocking his head arrogantly. You knew he would ask this question, it was too predictable. He was the master of Quenya, having played a huge role in the development of the language and construction of the Tengwar alphabet.

But as usual, he underestimated you. You took a breath, pretending to think for a moment before lifting your chin and meeting his gaze once again. “Where do I begin?” You said confidently. “Quenya is a more complex agglutinative language that strings morphemes together into long words using an inflectional system with a flexible syntax, while Sindarin has a much easier to follow language structure. Quenya uses 5 tenses to conjugate, Sindarin has 6 and words often begin with vowels whereas in Quenya, they typically end in vowels. They both use the structures SVO and OVS structures, but Sindarin uses VS and VO, although it lacks the OSV structure that Quenya has. Additionally, Quenya adopted case endings for nouns in nominative and genitive cases, using the dual plural to represent plural form since it lacks a definite article to mark the regular plural. Would you like me to go on, sir?”

The entire class was utterly silent. No one dared breathe in the moments following your monologue as you waited for your professor to reply. You expected him to yell at you, maybe throw a manuscript at your head. But he didn’t move. It began to make you uneasy, and you noticed a strange look cross his face for a half second before he finally spoke.

“I’ve heard more than enough from you for one class.” Fëanor’s voice was leathally calm, sending goosebumps up your arm. “Keep your mouth shut for the remainder of the lecture, and pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up your pen and sitting back in your chair as the professor continued his lecture. You crossed your legs, making your skirt hike up on your thighs, but you were too annoyed to fix it. Your professor was an arrogant bastard who couldn’t comprehend that not everyone around him was as dumb as rocks. But your skin flushed as you drifted off into one of your many daydream scenarios of Fëanor bending you over his desk and taking his anger out on you. You just knew he was rough and dominant in bed, having fantasised about being on the receiving end of that fire within him.

Your daydreaming was cut short as the professor began distributing last week’s quizzes back to the students. He didn’t acknowledge your presence as he ungracefully dropped yours in front of you. You noticed quickly a note was attached to it, that read:

Be in my office at 5pm tonight. We need to have a talk about your attitude.

You sucked in a breath. This was new. Not once had he invited you to his office – you were there of your own volition often enough to challenge him about your marks. You wouldn’t be surprised if he put up a sign on his door barring you specifically from entering. You knew he hated your visits to his office, so why invite you now? Talks with your professor about your attitude were done in public, specifically to try and humiliate you.

You folded up the note and slid it into your pocket, nervousness beginning to churn in your gut. Was he going to fail you out of spite? You’d be unable to complete your degree if he did that. While Fëanor was an arrogant asshole, you didn’t think he was cruel. Or at least you hoped so.

Tears began to well in your eyes as the possibility of failing dawned on you. Perhaps there were consequences to mouthing off to your professor after all.

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A few hours later, you knocked at the elaborate wooden door to Fëanor’s office, then wiped your face one last time. You had spent an hour in the bathroom attempting to fix your makeup and conceal the evidence of your tears and failing, miserably. Your mascara was wet, giving you more of a smokey eye look than you had intended. Your smudged face was a stark contrast with your perfectly put together outfit – a short brown pencil skirt and tall boots, paired with a tight fitting, slightly cropped t-shirt. You felt ridiculous now, going to your professor’s office like this, but you had no other choice.

“Come in. And close the door behind you.” His deep voice echoed from inside the office, and you pushed the heavy door open. His office was its usual organised mess, manuscripts and books everywhere, laid out across every sitting space available save for the single chair in front of his desk. The room glowed orange from the roaring fireplace off to the side, making it look more like an ancient cave than an office.

You carefully walked over to the chair in front of the desk, clasping your hands in front of you.

“Sit.” Fëanor ordered, finally glancing up at you when you hesitated. “Unless you prefer to kneel on the floor?”

Your face burned bright red as you scrambled into the chair, ignoring the way his insinuation made your thighs tingle with need. He ignored you for a few minutes, continuing whatever he was translating on his desk. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to do. None of your interactions had ever been like this – quiet, suspenseful, behind closed doors. No, it was always bickering arguments that turned heads in the hallways. Something was different about him.

“Do you know why I really called you in here today?” He asked, still not looking up. His long hair was tied back, except for a few loose strands that hung around his face as he wrote.

“To fail me.” You said quietly.

He barked a heartless laugh. “Gods, no. Failing you would mean I’d have to endure a whole extra semester of your arrogant attitude. I refuse to put myself through that.”

You felt all nervousness fade away, quickly replaced by that hot anger only he seemed to be able to get out of you. “I’m arrogant?” You snapped. “Take a look in the mirror.”

Fëanor’s writing ceased, and his grey blue eyes met yours and narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard what I said.” You fired back, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. “You’re the arrogant one here, sir. You try to belittle me every time I prove myself to be smart because you can’t imagine that everyone around you isn’t a complete imbecile.”

You expected the male to snap back, to call you an idiot and ask how dare you say these things to him. Truthfully, you couldn’t believe you were saying these things either. All your arguments had been about the material so far, veiled insults hidden beneath your words. Never were you this open, this bold, about how you felt.

“Anything else?” He said in a bored manner.

“Yeah, you’re a real prick.” You continued your angry rambling, sick of being looked down on by this male. “You know as well as I do that I’m your best student, yet you treat me like the problem kid at the back of the class. It’s ridiculous, and the only reason you do it is to feel better about yourself. Am I wrong, sir?”

A long pause followed, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. If you weren’t going to fail before, you definitely were now. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You simply sat there, eyes locked with your ill-tempered linguistics professor. After a few minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore, averting your gaze to inspect a loose thread on your skirt.

“Do you know why I’m such an arrogant… prick, did you say?” He stood up, walking around to the front of his desk and leaning against it, crossing his large arms. “Because I’ve earned it. I invented the Tengwar script and am the most knowledgeable person on the Quenya language there is. I have created and invented things that nobody else has, and nobody will ever come close to achieving what I have achieved. I have earned my arrogance, you have not. You’re just a little girl who’s in way over her head.”

You saw red, angrily pushing back the chair as you stood up to challenge him . Fëanor was a good foot taller than you, making you strain your neck to meet his gaze. “Call me a little girl one more time, I fucking dare you.” You hissed.

“Or what?” He smirked. “You’ll cry? Just like you did before you came in here?”

Your jaw went slack, “Wha–”

Fëanor scoffed, pleased with himself. “Oh, please, don’t even try. It was written all over your pretty face. I like it covered in tears, by the way. It’s a good look on you.”

WIthout thinking, your hand reached up and connected with his face, a dull slap echoing throughout the office. “Fuck you.” You spat, turning to storm out before you could face the consequences of hitting your professor.

But Fëanor was faster, his large hand firmly clasping around the hand you just slapped him with and yanking you back around to face him. His other hand grabbed your other wrist, and no matter how much you squirmed against it he didn’t budge. His eyes were dark as he pulled your hands up and across each other, pushing them into your chest as he stepped even closer to you.

“You wish.” He purred mockingly. “Isn’t that right? Is that not one of the reasons why your attention drifts off in class? Because you’re fantasising about being bent over my desk and fucked until you can’t remember your own name?”

“You think way too highly of yourself–” You tried to defend yourself, but he cut you off as if you hadn’t even said anything.

“You think I’m blind? That I don’t notice how you always wear those revealing outfits on the days you have my class. Don’t play dumb, it’s not a good look on you.”

You thrashed in his grip, ignoring the effect his words had on you. “Let me go right now you self righteous, narcissistic–”

“Kneel.”

That made you freeze. “Excuse me?”

“You really need to learn how to shut up.” Feanor growled. “And that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve had enough of that mouth of yours, it’s time to make it useful for once. Now kneel.”

You were utterly dumbstruck, unable to do anything as your professor gave you a shove, making you fall to your knees on the ground in front of him. The wooden floor made your joints ache, but you knew better than to protest.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Fëanor began, the sound of his belt unbuckling distinct in the background. “Do you think you can follow simple instructions for once?”

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, throat dry with anticipation for what was about to happen.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He paused his movements, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at his towering form. “I’m going to stuff that smart mouth of yours with my cock, and you’re going to take it like the desperate little slut I know you are. If you please me enough, I will bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. And you’ll have learned your lesson to keep your mouth shut when I tell you to, understood? Is that simple enough for you to understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You repeated, trying to keep the shake out of your voice. Your core throbbed at his words, exactly as dominant as you imagined him to be.

Fëanor finally unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to his feet along with his boxers, revealing the thickest cock you had ever seen. Your jaw dropped, but you didn’t even care that you had just boosted his ego. All you could think about was how it would possibly fit.

“What’s the matter?” He mocked. “Too big for you? Scared you won’t be able to take it? You’ll be able to take it because I’ve told you so. Now open.”

You parted your lips, letting your professor slide his cock between them. You sucked on the tip, earning a groan of pleasure from the male above. Forcing your jaw to relax, you took him deeper, aching with the stretch.

Without warning, Fëanor impatiently grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down further. Tears blotted your face as you gagged around him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him. Clearly, he wasn’t concerned with having you come up for air, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

He set a rough pace, guiding your head up and down his cock as far as it would go without making you gag too much. Your mascara began to run down your face, and you made sure to keep eye contact with him despite the strain on your throat.

“There’s a good little slut,” Fëanor growled, tightening his grip on your hair as he thrusted faster. “I told you you looked better with tears running down your face.”

You couldn’t protest with his cock around your mouth, so you only whimpered, focusing on taking him deeper. You sucked hard with each stroke, letting your tongue run along the vein underneath his shaft as you bobbed your head. Your professor moaned shamelessly above you, a sound that set your nerves alight.

Mindlessly, your hand wandered between your legs, attempting to relieve some of the pressure building there. Your fingers hadn’t even grazed your panties when Fëanor halted his movements, holding your head down at the base of his cock.

“Don’t even think of touching yourself.” He hissed angrily. “I didn’t give you permission to do so. Try it again, and I won’t let you cum. Got it?”

You nodded around the base of his cock, whimpering. Your jaw was in agony, stretched to the max to accommodate his length. When he finally moved your head once again, you doubled your efforts, determined to make your arrogant professor fall apart. You sat on your hands for good measure, trying to avoid the temptation to ignore his orders altogether.

Fëanor began thrusting his hips to meet your mouth a few minutes later, his pretty eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. “Fucking swallow every last drop.” He grunted between thrusts, his grip on your scalp tightening right before his cock twitched in your mouth. He came with a loud groan, shooting spurts of warm liquid down your throat. You kept bobbing your head, sucking up every last drop and letting it slide down your throat. He panted, hips sputtering as you sucked him dry before finally pulling your lips off him. Your jaw ached like never before, but you were strangely proud of yourself. The image of your high strung professor climaxing into your mouth would be forever burned into your mind.

“Looks like you’ve earned your reward after all.” Fëanor grabbed you by your shoulders and hoisted you up onto his desk with impressive strength. You didn’t have time to ask if you should move the papers on his desk before his mouth crashed into yours. His lips were hot and dominating, overwhelming your senses. You barely had time to kiss him back before he was pulling away, attaching his lips to your neck and biting down, making you cry out. He sucked and bit every inch of your throat in a manner you knew would leave dark bruises the next day, undoubtedly an intentional choice on his part.

You felt your shirt being yanked up, Fëanor quickly pulling it over your head along and ripping your bra off then tossing both items somewhere behind him. His calloused hands eagerly grabbed your breasts, squeezing hard. You squirmed under his touch, wanting to get away from the harshness of it but also needing more somehow. Fëanor’s mouth assaulted your breasts, biting the soft flesh firmly before taking your nipple in his teeth and flicking the bud with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You couldn’t help but moan, tilting your head back.

“You like this?” Fëanor teased, lifting his mouth from your breast momentarily before hovering over the other one. “You like it when I’m rough, treating you like a dirty little whore? Leaving marks all over your body so you know that you’re my property, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!” You cried out as he sucked at your other breast. It was overwhelming, his hands were everywhere except where you needed them most.

As if he read your mind, Fëanor pulled away, ripping his shirt over his head to reveal the most sculpted abs you’d ever seen. The bastard stood there for a moment, proudly watching you admire his form. Gods above, you’d never be able to focus in class again after seeing his muscles.

He reached down and roughly tugged your skirt and panties down, exposing your glistening cunt. Fëanor plunged a finger into you without warning, pressing a thumb to your clit and making you see stars. His mouth found your neck again as you squirmed under his touch, a hand reaching around your back and pressing you into his frame.

“You’re a fucking mess,” He growled into your neck, adding in a second finger and stretching your hole. “All for me, isn’t that right? I’m going to break you, my dear. Break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together so I can do it all over again and make you mine.”

You whined, feeling your muscles clench around him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You were approaching your orgasm faster than you ever had in your life. “I’m close…” You mumbled through shallow breaths, legs beginning to twitch.

He smirked. “I know.” Was all he said before roughly pulling his fingers away, right before you could make the final stretch towards the edge.

“What the hell!” You exclaimed, angry. Before you could cuss him out, his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed.

“What did I tell you about keeping that pretty mouth shut?” Fëanor growled. “I would threaten to stuff it with my cock again, but you’d probably enjoy that too much. Guess I’m just going to have to fuck you so hard you scream and lose your voice.”

He roughly turned you around, pushing you by your neck so you were stomach first down on the desk with your feet still on the floor. You breathed heavily, grasping the edge with your fingertips as Fëanor lined his cock up to your entrance. You forced your body to relax, knowing it was going to hurt at first.

His hands found your hips and he slammed into you, almost knocking the wind right out of your lungs. You barely had time to catch your breath and acknowledge the stinging stretch between your legs before he pulled out and did it again, setting a brutal pace. You began to scream, fully screaming in pleasure and pain as Fëanor pounded into you relentlessly. You couldn’t even think straight, all logical thoughts about there possibly being people in the hallway that could hear you as you cried out over and over again.

Fëanor’s grip on your hips was almost bone shattering, his thick cock slamming into your g-spot faster than anyone had ever fucked you. He was right, your entire body would be sore tomorrow. In fact, you’d be lucky if you were able to walk to class. Fëanor’s thrusts were so powerful, you were sure he was going to split you in half.

And you fucking loved it.

You loved being bent over your professor’s desk, unable to think about anything else aside from how hard he was fucking you. The male you had had verbal sparring matches with for weeks was taking his frustration out on you, and you loved it. You enjoyed being at his mercy, feeling things nobody else had been able to make you feel.

Fëanor grunted, reaching one hand down and rubbing your clit. “You cum when I say you cum, got it?”

You nodded, whimpering as you felt your body try and pick up where it left off. You begged it to keep your orgasm at bay, knowing Fëanor would be less than happy if you came without his permission. So you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think about anything else.

He thrusted into you for what seemed like hours, to the point where your legs had gone almost numb. You were a sobbing mess, fighting to stop yourself from climaxing all over his cock. The papers on his desk were stained with your tears, and your determination to not beg him for anything snapped.

“Please let me cum.” You sobbed pathetically.

Fëanor only increased his pace on your clit, smirking as he pounded you. “Aw, are you crying again? Poor little thing is so desperate to cum for daddy, isn’t she?”

Daddy. Your brain went haywire. Normally, you were not into the whole daddy kink, but the way Fëanor said it changed something in you. You whined, nodding. At this point, you’d say whatever to get him to let you cum. “Please, daddy, I need to cum,” You cried, body shaking. “I’ll do anything you want, please just let me finish.”

Fëanor groaned behind you, his cock twitching inside of you, evidence of his pleasure with your response. “That was pathetic,” He grunted. “But I’ll let it slide. Cum for me, slut. Cum now.”

Your body let go before he finished his sentence, the dam that had been holding your orgasm back bursting, letting the climax wash over your body. You cried out, voice breaking with hoarseness as your legs twitched violently, your grip on the desk and Fëanor’s hand on your hip being the only thing keeping you from sliding onto the floor.

The world spun around you, and at one point you were pretty sure you lost consciousness. As you came down from your high, Fëanor moaned loudly, pulling out and stroking his cock while jutting his hips forward. Thick spurts of cum landed on your back mixing with the sheen of sweat already there. His loud groan echoed throughout the office as you panted, your entire body feeling both completely wrecked and on cloud nine at the same time.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. Your vocal cords were shot, jaw aching with every movement. You didn’t even hear Fëanor retreat, but he returned with a towel, gently wiping the seed off your skin. You wanted to thank him, but couldn’t. In fact, you weren’t sure if you could even move.

Fëanor chuckled, bundling up your clothes and setting them beside you. He placed a glass of water to your lips, tilting it back and letting you eagerly drink it up. “You’re excused from Thursday’s lesson,” He said smugly. “Only because I know you won’t be able to get out of bed to get to class. Let this be your lesson learned not to question me, or call me an arrogant prick. Got it?”

You nodded weakly, defenceless, and knowing your linguistics class with Dr. Fëanor would never be the same.

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xxkookiexx · 11 months

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A Glitch in the System [Part.2]

𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙊'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙓 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙈/𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩💕

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"No, no, no-M/n! M/n! M/n? Just breath, you're alright. We're gonna fix this and you'll be fine. Okay? Everything will be fine."

"Miguel...You can't."

"No, no, no, no-NO! M/n, don't say that! Jess, we have to do something!"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰."

The Spider-society created by Miguel O'Hara is an elite group that assists in the capture of strayed anomaly's and returning them to their rightful dimension. M/n L/n has been with them since the beginning and has helped the group as much as he could, even with his questionable relationship wth their leader, that doesn't stop him from protecting others in need.

After Miles Morales finds himself at Headquarters, he's stuck with the choice of doing what's right and what he believes in but with the small support he's shown, he doesn't know who to trust.

M/n wants to help as much as he can, but whether or not he survives long enough to help the boy is the real question...

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part.1 - part.3 - part.4 - part.5 - part.6 - part.7 - part.8 - part.9

After finding out the girl's name in the white suit, Gwen Stacy, it seemed to M/n she already had experience with travelling dimensions from her unfazed expression when she saw the massive complex on earth-928. Her gaze lingered on the lobby as hundreds of spider-men and spider-women wandered on the ceiling, walls, and platforms conversing to each other without a care in the world.

"Woah." Her voice echoed as M/n and Jess chuckled at her reaction. "How many are there?" She asked and looked at the duo with curious eyes and Jess answered with light humour. "Too many to count."

They started walking around with Gwen following like a small duckling which M/n found adorable.

"So...so what's the deal with that other guy?" Gwen asks and M/n replied this time knowing who she was talking about.

"Don't worry about him. He's always grouchy and hates new people." His answer was short and simple but Gwen still had questions.

M/n didn't say anything more and continued walking with Jess, leaving her to stand alone for a moment before she ran to catch up again. The group ended up where the captured villains were held in yellow like shield boxes. Gwen closely stared at a few of them when Jess drew her attention.

"The main thing we do is travel to different dimensions to capture 'anomaly's' or villains that have been sent to the wrong one. That little stunt you pulled with the collider on Earth-1610 was the cause of it, and that Miles Morales that ended up turning into spider-man."

The mention of Miles made Gwen tilt her head up as her eyes went wide. "Miles? Is he here?" She started looking around to see if she could spot her friend but Jess chuckled with a 'are you serious' face.

"Ahh, sorry no. He isn't here. And I don't think Miguel would want to bring him here either." It seemed her words made Gwen more confused so she gave her a smile and nodded her head to a hallway.

"Follow us. We'll explain."

M/n picked a bit of loose fabric on his wrist part of the suit and followed the pair blindly, contemplating whether or not he should fix it.

The room was dimly lit and held a thick atmosphere like it always did whenever they entered to speak with Miguel. Their eyes went to the high platform above them where Miguel stood with his back facing them, multiple hologram screens were spread out and showing different scenes including the one of him and his daughter.

M/n frowned and turned to Jess but she just shrugged, so he looked up again and called out to him.

"Big guy, you wanna come explain things to our newest member?"

The platform started to lower excruciatingly slowly but M/n and Jess were used to it. Gwen was not and made a face but the two just shook their heads and let out a little, 'it's his thing'.

"The multiverse is a complicated thing." Miguel started, his voice laced with authority as Miguel turned a bit to stare down the trio, specifically Gwen. "I'm assuming you know that already?"

She was about to answer but Miguel continued without a pause, "The risks of jumping through space and time, entering different dimensions and ruining them in a blink of an eye," He squinted his eyes at Gwen, staring her down threateningly. "A kid like you could easily make that mistake."

Gwen was taken back and placed a hand on her hip with a scowl. "I'm not a kid—"

"Oh, but you are." Miguel interrupted with crossed arms, "Sending you out there gives us the risk that you'll potentially mess something up."

"Then why'd you bring me here?" Gwen spat back and M/n was about to say something but Miguel already gave his response.

"Because having more people help is the better option for the protection of the multiverse." He took a moment before speaking up again, "And I know you have the skills to accomplish what we order you to do."

The two stared at each other until Gwen decided to ask a question she's been wanting to know ever since she got here. "What about Miles? Why isn't he here yet?"

Miguel let out a huff of air through his nose and stepped off the platform to start circling the group.

"Lyla, bring it up." The small hologram came up and she nodded and raised her arms and the room changed into a black void surrounded them with the small blue light coming down. Gwen stared at it and looked at Miguel as he began talking again.

"The thing about all of us, the reason we're all here is because of the event that happened to all of us canonically." Spreading his hands out as images of multiple spider men and women showed up.

They watched them all get bit by the spider and soon their transformation into the hero's they're all today. Gwen saw herself and images of her life appear around her, including the one of the death of Peter Parker, her deceased best friend.

She swallowed painfully at the image.

M/n went up into Gwen's field of view and snapped his fingers, now holograms of miles showing up making her inhale sharply. "If we're taking Miles into consideration, in the end he was never supposed to become spider-man." He began and they all saw the spider glitching and crawling on miles before it bit his hand.

Instantly Gwen stopped thinking and stared at the man like she didn't believe what he was saying. Miles wasn't supposed to be spider-man?

"That specific spider wasn't from his dimension, It was teleported there by mistake from King Pins collider that he made. Logically speaking there was already a spider-man on earth-1610, peter Parker, but after Miles found himself caught near the colliderit left Peter Parker to save him and...die."

"sSo now his existence as the new spider-man is creating instability in the multiverse and making him an anomaly." Miguel finished with his arms crossed and all three now stared at Gwen while she processed the information about her friend.

M/n walked through the images and placed both his hands on Gwen's shoulders, her face holding shock and confusion. "Gwen. We're all connected to the 'web of life and destiny'. All of us."

Gwen looked up to the large like tree with multiple branches sprouting. "Every reality. Every universe. Our lives spread across and woven together like a web. To keep it simple, it's what Miguel likes to call the canon."

The bright red lines darted everywhere and M/n pointed to a hexagonal shape where more smaller lines were converging. "These events that are apart of every spiders story mostly all the time. There are some good, and some bad. For Miles, it's his father who he has to sacrifice. Letting him join here it could result in him figuring it out trying to stop it, which we can't let happen." He admitted, much more serious than he appeared before.

"If miles saves his father, his world and everyone who lives in it could start to unravel." Miguel's voice rang through her ears, "It's happened before and most of the time we've been successful in preventing it but...we don't always get lucky." He confessed leaving Gwen to frown and stare into Miles' eyes, the ones that showed happiness and his face bright, free from knowing his fathers fate.

She took a step back as her eyes darted to the screens of miles, him swinging around freely in the midst of the moment. She knew the boy and of course he'd go above and beyond to save his father from his death but the consequence of that could lead to something catastrophic like they predicted.

"That's why he can't be here."

Even after they had explained Gwen still couldn't see the issue of just visiting him. "Can't I at least go see him—"

"No." Jess shut down quickly and Gwen opened her mouth to argue but Jess held up a finger with a serious look.

"We cannot let you risk seeing him. If you even give him the hint, the smallest assumption of his future or what he is, he's gonna do something that'll cause more bad than good for the multiverse." It was like a mother scolding her child about being reckless, which was exactly what Gwen felt like it was.

She didn't say anything else and the whole room became normal again. M/n felt the air become tense and knew a million thoughts were running through Gwen's head. He knew her close friendship with the boy, he could see their bond form over the time Gwen got teleported into his dimension and they were forced to work together to save Miles' world.

It seemed Miguel had had enough and he turned his head slightly to give Jess a look.

"Jess." Miguel called, gaining the woman's attention,

"Go show Gwen how to use the dimensional travel watch and take her to Kess, she'll show her the machine so she understand what exactly goes on around here." Not leaving any room for augment and turning back around to stand on the platform.

M/n watched Jess gesture to the hallway and Gwen took a glance at him before slowly exiting.

It was silent and M/n knew Miguel was pondering like he always was so he thought of a super intelligent plan.

He jumped up next to Miguel and took off his mask once again to chuck it in the table and placed his hand on his left shoulder.

"What's on your mind, big red?" He asked and walked around Miguel's figure, staring up at his stone cold face with a smirk. His hand slid across Miguel's front easily feeling him through the suit as Miguel narrowed his eyes at M/n.

The h/c male blinked, looking away and letting his hand leave Miguel's body.

"That Stacy girl's pretty cool ain't she?" His gaze wasn't focused on anything as a hand had suddenly pulled at his waist and Miguel dragged M/n to stand in front of his taller figure.

"Don't talk about her when you're alone with me." Muttering with a clenched jaw, tracing both his hands around M/n's sides.

M/n bit his lip with a grin and brought his much smaller hands upwards to lean them on Miguel's lower stomach.

"Why? You jealous?" Giving a coy smirk but Miguel just kept his gaze firm and tightened his grip on M/n, his claws coming out a bit and pinching the mans skin.

"Hardly." He responded, feeling M/n's hands move up and down at a snail's pace, as if he was feeling everything for the first time again.

"Good." M/n licked his lips, watching as Miguel's eyes followed the movement.

"You're playing a dangerous game." Lifting a hand to slide his fingers underneath M/n's chin and bring it up a bit and M/n followed his action, lifting his hand to grasp at Miguels wrist softly.

"I thought you liked dangerous games?" M/n challenged and Miguel gave a sly smile and was about to lean closer until a hesitant voice called out to them.

"Umm...hello?"

M/n yelped and pushed his hands against Miguel's face in a panic making him grunt and leaned around to see who had walked in on them. "Y-Yes?" He shouted with a flushed face and spotted Kess standing there with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Is it a bad time?" She questioned and looked between M/n and a grumpy faced Miguel. M/n shook his head and walked around Miguel towards her.

"Nope! Never a bad time, love. What's up?" Saying at the same time as Miguel had muttered a 'yes'.

"I finished that upgrade you asked for, I was hoping you'd come see it? Gwen's also there if you wanted to help?" Making a bunch of hand gestures out of nervousness trying to ignore the glare that was burning into her head by the leader.

Miguel huffed and crossed his arms while M/n smiled happily at her. "Of course I'd love to see it. Miguel, you coming?"

Miguel rolled his eyes and went forward, raising a hand to rest it on M/n's lower back as they started walking. "You wouldn't have given me a choice anyway. "

"Oh, you know me so well." M/n grinned and laced his fingers with Miguels and they followed behind Kess to the console room where she worked.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #spiderman #gwen stacy #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction #suggestive #male reader #mxm

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secretmellowblog · 1 year

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wth is red scare les mis

Have you ever wondered why all the nonmusical English-language Les Mis adaptations suck? Why they're so weirdly conservative? Why they all share the same dumb changes to the book like "Cops are fine but Javert is the One Bad Apple who's evil because he's obsessed with Valjean?" A lot of that can be traced back to one early influential American film adaptation of Les Mis-- Les Mis 1935, made during the height of the Red Scare, which my discord buddies and I have nicknamed "Red Scare Les Mis" or "Hays Code Les Mis."

Red Scare Les Mis was the first big-budget film adaptation of Les Mis in the English-speaking world. It was made during the height of the Red Scare in America, and also in the middle of the massive labor movements around the Great Depression. It is a very deliberate piece of conservative anti-rebellion propaganda. The film actively despises the message of the original novel and deliberately intentionally censors or destroys it whenever possible. It basically became a blueprint for the English-speaking film adaptations that came afterwards. Later adaptations are often influenced directly by Red Scare Les Mis OR by an adaptation that was influenced by it. There's a reason the only Good english-language adaptation is the stage musical, and the reason is because it was a translation of the French musical/concept album (which was more influenced by French adaptations like the French language Les Mis 1934, which are actually pretty good.) So what is so bad about Red Scare Les Mis? (that isn't obvious from the descriptions above alksdjflskdjf) The film is dedicated to painting any kind of rebellion or anti-authoritarianism as a dangerous evil conspiracy. Again, this is an America in the midst of massive labor movements and paranoia about communism-- so Red Scare Les Mis is all about how rebellion is dangerous, deranged, and evil. It doesn't help that this was also made during the time of the Hays Code, which essentially forbade portraying crime in a positive light or laws in a negative light. Enjolras in 1935 is a deranged extremist who Goes Too Far-- played by an actor who usually plays villains-- and all the students who agitate for revolution are framed as flat-out Satanic. I might be misremembering bc I don't have the strength to watch the movie all the way through in one sitting but I believe there's literally even a scene where Enjolras smiles evilly as his face is lit from below to convey that he is a horror movie villain. This in contrast to Marius, who is the leader of Les Amis in this version and a heroic peaceful protestor who doesn't want to overthrow the system and simply wants some minor prison reforms. "We are not revolutionaries," Marius assures the audience. He passes out pamphlets and that's basically the extent of his activism (because a Good Activist never breaks the law or makes people uncomfortable.) If you want a clear encapsulation of the way the film deliberately censors and destroys the point of the original work, you don't have to look any farther than the opening shot. The film opens on the famous quote from the preface to Les Mis..................but it radically changes it. See if you can spot the MAJOR ideological difference: Original preface: So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the civilization of earth, and adding the element of human fate to divine destiny; so long as the three great problems of the century—the degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light—are unsolved; so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;—in other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot fail to be of use. 1935:

The original preface says that as long as the law damns people to be imprisoned in artificial hells on earth, the story is worth being told-- the message being that no one deserves to have their humanity ripped away from them by prison. People deserve empathy regardless of whether they're guilty under "law and custom," because "law and custom" are often nakedly unjust. But 1934 opens with an altered version of the line saying that the book will be relevant as long as people are persecuted "after they have paid the penalty of the law and expiated their offenses in full." Hugo argued people deserved empathy unconditionally, regardless of whether they broke the law-- 1935 believes people only deserve empathy IF they haven't broken any laws and have served full prison sentences for any laws they have broken. In 1935's view, the 'law and custom' Hugo condemns in the preface to Les Mis are innately good and just. The "decrees of damnation pronounced by society artificially creating hells amid the civilization of earth" are fine actually. The only people who deserve empathy, in 1935's view, is people who have "already paid the full penalty." So in 1935's view book Valjean isn't worthy of empathy bc he never paid the legal penalty for stealing from Petit Gervais alkdsjfsdf, and he should've gone back to prison to serve his life sentence. AND THEN they had the gall to attribute their fake conservative quote to Victor Hugo.... Also: if you're wondering where "Javert is the one Bad Apple cop who is uniquely obsessed with Valjean and obsessively persecutes him in a way he doesn't do with any other criminal" comes from-- this film also had a huge impact on that! This film was a big influence on spreading that obnoxious dumb shallow take. IN SUMMARY: Les Mis 1935 was a deliberate piece of propaganda aiming to take a novel that championed left-wing socialist views..... and turn it into a deeply conservative right-wing story about the futility of rebellion and the importance of respecting law and order. The whole film is really encapsulated by the altered "preface" where they flat-out lie and attribute a conservative law-and-order view of the world to Victor Hugo, using a fake quote Hugo never said. It's a deliberate attempt to make an insidious worldview seem normal/justified by pretending it was supported by a famous author. It's saying a bad stupid thing then pretending some famous author said it.

But the adaptational choices it originated/popularized were imitated in later English-language adaptations. While 1935's influence is not the only reason why English Les Mis adaptations like 1998/BBC 2019/etc are often so disconnected from the novel in the same ways and weirdly conservative in the same ways, it definitely is one the reasons. (And that's why you gotta look to France or Japan if you want an actually decent nonmusical adaptation alskdfsdf.) And yeah it just sucks? It sucks that this piece of conservative propaganda that actively intentionally rejects the progressive messages of the original novel became so influential just because it was the First big English-language adaptation. But aint that just the way

#thats life #im not a red scare les mis expert though #ive actually finally seen the entire thing only recently #but never in one sitting bc . it is bad #les mis #les miserables #red scare les mis

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lost-tardis-room · 5 months

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oh i'm so upset i just thought of the tragedy potential of aziraphale and crowley living through the AIDS crisis.

beneath the cut i know this could be upsetting

obviously aziraphale is so very very gay, clockably outwardly gay and not afraid to show it. as someone presenting as a gay man, the aids crisis doesn't go unnoticed by him. he hurts for all the gay men dying without their families because that’s in some way a mirror of how he feels about crowley

he loves someone who his family (heaven) cast out and despises for being himself (coming out metaphor) who is apparently awful and repulsive (demonic, infected) and well as having a massive social stigma (literally being a representation of everything bad) is dying alone (Falling?, unforgivable) but is seen as somehow deserving of this (‘divine punishment for being queer’). the reluctance to touch people wth aids (again, demonicness, no affection for demons) the ostracisation of anyone who *could be* infected (gay men. aziraphale too).

Aziraphale knows full well the layers of metaphor in this. Of course, in another universe, Aziraphale could be one of those men. So could crowley, though neither of them could get sick now, as humans… if they lived a normal life… that could be them. the young man with nothing left in the world, dying in an awful hospital room where no-one wants to touch him or show him any affection could be crowley. aziraphale could be the one left behind with the awful guilt of it and also knowing it could be him too.

i wrote a little bit of a fic about this but i might continue it the metaphor potential but idk if it's too sad

#tw aids #tw homophobia #tw death #tw sickness #sorry for this one but. ough the implications #especially as the book was written in 1990... when aids was Very Much Still A Big Problem #sorry yeah this is quite dark

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inakielgato · 10 months

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3 ships, same trend/skit 😉☺️ (my first time posting IN TUMBLR, so PLS PLS PLS DONT JUDGE 🙏😭)

~🖤🍮~

Kenma: I rilly RILLY HATE KURO 😒

Yamamoto: Then y r u with him? 🤔

Fukunaga: Yeah, y?

Kenma is offline.

Everyone: …?

Yaku: What’s with him?

Lev: 🤷

Kenma is online. Kenma kicked Kuroo from the group.

Kenma: …9 inches.

Yamamoto: AYOOOO!!!- 🫣✝️

Fukunaga: 💦🌊

Lev: 🤯 how is THAT possible, Kenma-san?!

Yaku: It is possible, Lev. 😐

Lev: 😱😱😱🤯🤯🤯🥹🥹🥹😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

~🤍🤎🦅~

Shirabu: Y r u guys pestering me abt this?!-

Shirabu: I DONT LIKE SEMI, I HATE HIM LIKE FUCK! WTH, MAN?! YALL DISGUSTING. 🤦

Taichi: *sends an attachment* (Indian accent, srry and no offence 🙏) Y U STILL WITH HIM, SHIRA?! U STUPID LITTLE OFFENDER!

Yamagata: IF U RILLY HATE HIM THEN Y TF R U BOTH FLIRTING WITH EACH OTHER THROUGH ARGUMENTS AND FIGHTS?! 🤦

Tendou: I just don’t get u guys! 🤷🙃

Sagae and Yamagata: ^ 🙄

Shirabu: …ó/////////ò

Shirabu: this will get him online instantly but…

Yamagata: WHAT?! TELL US. Y DO U STILL WANT TO BE WITH HIM?! U LITERALLY SAID U HATE HIM. SO WUT ON THIS FUCKING EARTH MAKES U LIKE HIM STILL?!

Shirabu: 9 inches… 😓😮‍💨

Sagae is offline.

Taichi: (//////////) GOD BLESS US ON THIS FUCKING EARTH PLS! THIS IS TOO UNHOLY! AND IM ALSO ASHAMED OF MY BESTIE 😭😭😭

Yamagata: Woah. That is…massive. Srry abt everything, we won’t budge into ur luv life anymore. 😅 We take it back.

Tendou: Imma peace out on this! 😳😧😎

Semi is online.

Semi: Is everything ok?!

Shirabu: NO.

Semi: ok, ok! Calm down, love 😳

~🧅👅~

Kunimi: WHEN WILL U GUYS UNDERSTAND?! I HATE KINDAICHI, AND I WILL NEVER EVER LIKE HIM! WTF?! 😒😑

Oikawa: Were wondering y ur still with him tho. Thats our question, were not asking whether u like him or not! 🥲

Makki: Cmon! Just tell us and well move on to another topic! 🥺

Yahaba: Kunimi, stop being stubborn and stupid and just tell us. We don’t have ALL day 🥱🫤

Matsun: There right, now spit. We’re dying to hear y! 😀

Kunimi: OH CMON!

Makki kicked Kindaichi from the group.

Makki: See? We kicked him! Now pls tell us! U can delete it after we add him!

Kunimi: 9 INCHES. 😃🔪🩸

Kunimi deleted a message.

Oikawa: 😳 HOLY JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH! 🫠

Makki: HOLY MOLY MOTHER FUCKER 🙀

Yahaba: I actually didn��t see that coming 😀

Matsun: THATS DOUBLED OF MY LENGTH! I DONT GET HOW THAT ENTIRE 🍆 STILL FITS INSIDE OF KUNIMI- WTFH?!

Kunimi: STFU ALL OF U! OMFG!

#kuroken #semishira #kinkuni #haikyuu texts #haikyuu #dirty mind #haikyuu smut

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wegonbealright-09 · 8 months

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i'm literally so glad i found your blog among all the delulus in the jkk tag!

i used to be a jkkr, and honestly there still are some moments of them, particularly up until 2019-2020 that are undeniable questionable... to say the least, but i feel things changed a lot since then, and if jkk were something indeed, i believe they aren't anymore.

jk always done the bare minimum for jimin and was praised and put on a pedestal, when the most relevant and ""boyfriend-y"" gesture he's ever made was gcf tokyo, but man ain't winning boyfriend of the year never. aside from gcft and maybe gcf saipan, i can't think of another single big gesture he's ever made towards jimin, and here we're talking about the man who flied from paris to seoul just to spend a few hours of jk's bday with him.

also jk's personality and behavior since this solo era started (and honestly, before ch. 2 too) are just so cringe wth. jokers spend so much time to deny that he's a fuckboy/jb wannabe just for him to go and prove them wrong. those papparazzi pics were the last straw for me. dude literally just sang a song about fucking, which, believe me, for the us public is just another tuesday, and already thinks he is the next justin bieber or something.

but anyway, i digress... the point is i'm so tired of how jokers became the new taekookers overanalyzing everything. i really hate this one theory that apparently is very popular among jkk spaces that jimin didn't do a live with jk because he "can't control himself" around him like what is that supposed to meannnn. i really hate it here and i'm so glad that jimin is keeping it to himself and letting jk and his crazy fans lead themselves to a massive fall very soon.

i just had to get this out of my chest lmao

That was alot.

Overall yes, yes and yes.

For the last part. What jokers refuse to see or acknowledge is the fact that jimin removed himself from jk. You can clearly see he's set some boundaries, him not wanting to do a live with jk it is because he knows it'll be awkward they'll have nothing to talk about, jimin would have to be the one initiating everything whilst his "boyfriend" acts like he was forced to be there.

And they have this whole theory or thing of jk building a mansion for him and jimin and the reason why there isn't alot of stuff in jimin's house it's because he's moving to the mansion with jk soon. LMAO

#jimin #jungkook #jikookers #lmaooo

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gildeddlily · 9 months

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this is me acting on my star wars brainrot.

I've been a fan of it for like years, but not really. my uncle gifted us the Attack of The Clones DVD when I was like six and my sister and I loved it. Only later when I got my own pc and telephone I watched all the other films, started liking it, went to the cinema to see The Rise of Skywalker and yk all the things a pre-teen can do with restricted phone usage. ten years after watching AOFC for the first time I obsessed over it again, almost for the first time. I spent the last like 5 months watching the films again, then the series (starting with The Mandalorian) and finally The Clone Wars.

now. I've never been a prequel hater. Like, I recognise that it wasn't well written, but the raw plot had a lot of potential. watching The Clone Wars changed my view on everything. now I hate the prequels lol.

the thing is. Anakin's character is shit.

how to explain it.

(disclaimer I'm probably not saying anything new but I have to talk ab it to someone and you're there being pretty so yes. and I absolutely love Anakin.)

In The Phantom Menace we see Darth Vader as a child, specifically a child slave. And just this was enough for the plot, in my opinion. The amount of pain he must have suffered living like that for nine fucking years is massive, and this idea could have become something beautiful to watch. now, my oh-so-rightfully-hated Qui-Gon Jinn, what do you think a child slave (that you've just won in a pod race without telling him) would say to you inviting him to come with you? But ofc, Anakin said he wanted to be a jedi. All right. Let's talk about his mother. She gave her permission to Qui-Gon to take Anakin with him, when the only alternative was making him stay in a planet where he would have been enslaved, again, and lived miserably. Kind of a "this or death" situation.

But Anakin wanted to be a jedi, and she wanted him to be happy. All right. Then the scene with the Jedi Council. (I'm not anti-jedi, but I've seen a lot of people saying that it was Anakin's fault, that what he proved wasn't sane love but obsession- and it's kinda natural? yk, for people who grew up being told to control constantly their emotions and not taught to be deal with them like a normal person (they're repressed alr) it's not strange to end up in a toxic relationship. no one ever said anything ab "yes to relationship, but no to attachment", they just said "you like that girl? boy cm don't get attached". Obi I'm talking with you (I love him so much)) They judge a child slave, who just left his mother, a fucking slave, on his birth(?) planet, who is being judged by a bunch of people he doesn't know in a place he's not familiar with, and with the risk (in his mind) to having to come back in said birth planet, for feeling fear? of course he's scared? Are you actually dumb or don't you realize that you have a child in front of you and not a piece of marble?

And I love the "the Council founds out that Anakin was a slave after years" trope, cause that has to be real. No sane person would say something like that ("fear leads to the dark side" wth man) to someone so traumatized at such an age.

then, a ten years timeskip, and the ex-slave trope gets literally thrown out the window. they didn't talk about it a single time. (don't get me started on Shmi and Cliegg) and yk, I understand it. they had a lot of things to fit in like four hours in total, so I understand.

What I don't understand, is that the hell happened with The Clone Wars series (the film too. that's worse. but in a different way). (this is me judging everything and still loving it)

we got to know the clones as people, and it explains how the clones managed to kill the jedi (and makes it more painful to watch). it was epic. it was shit.

The jedi had bonds with the clones. the clones are slaves, basically, and except for a few episodes, it's a topic that never gets approached. (we love the mistreated Coruscant Guard trope)

Thinking about it, few episodes focused on the clones as people and not characters standing there at Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi's side, and when they do it it's heartbreaking of course (Umbara, Fives, the Domino Squad, Echo's rescue and so on)

So, Anakin is the General of an army of slaves, basically. and it's never talked about. And all right, I get it, they wanted it to be a show for kids too- but than they talked about slavery with the Zygerria Arc (badly too, don't get me started), so why didn't they talked explicitly about what the clones were to the Republic? For a show with so heavy political opinions they shouldn't have avoided it.

and again, the clones aren't the protagonists at the end (clone wars my ass, better be "borderline anakin, his little cute sister (hating on ahsoka is like telling an infant not to cry) and the sassy flirty ex parent-brother") so alr.

but when Anakin becomes Darth Vader he's like the slaver? they made the ex-slave the slaver of million of beings? and this could have been greatly used too, to show how his corruption was deep, deep to the point of making him become the thing he hated the most. but no, it's not really talked about, like always.

his character isn't coherent with his story for like half the script.

so all of this was to say that I hate canon!Anakin and love what Anakin could have been.

I hate canon!Council, and I kind of like what the Councli could have been.

I love Obi. he's just there. hehe. (no, he's kind of a shitty master half the time, but he's not so bad as a brother. brothers can make mistakes they're not invincible but the love is always there alr)

I hate the prequels. I absolutely love every fic written ab it, great vagina I love you (like Tatooine's slave culture, every clones' hc, y'all hc just are)

it's like eleven pm and i should finish my wolffe&fox fic love and kisses I need sleep

(im still gonna watch them and cry over their shitty writing)

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An engagement party is not the place you'd conveniently find yourself making amends wth the best man. Alas, here you are as maid of honor at the request of one soon to be Hanamkai-san. The groom and bride to be met abroad in a bar in Rosario, Argentina. You worked alongside the bride in an artistic agency office building in Shinjuku, the groom you formerly met at the combini he often frequented as an ex-volleyball player. Regardless, you don your favorite asymmetrical black dress, kitten heels, and your clutch purse as your ride share arrives.

The pub is alive with the rest of the hens for this party as well as the stags and groom. Your girl friend, Rei, aka the bride, introduces you to other family you haven’t met yet in the past. Hanamaki finds you both with your favorite cocktail in hand. He greets you with a brotherly hug and kiss calling you “one-san” affectionately.

“Been a joke since college, why not keep that up?” The bride says. She explains you were the responsible one out of the three. Pretty soon, Hanamaki drags, ie escorts, Rei away to reintroduce her to a few more old friends from high school. Eventually, as the conversation circle grows, the best man, glances over to where you were busy reminiscing about your friendship with Rei and how it included Hanamaki too. What the bride doesn’t know or rather, she plum forgot, was how intimately you know the best friend of her groom.

It’s not a secret the rest of Mattsukawa Issei’s former classmates knew of his rather untimely ex. You dated him on a whim after revealing the random hookups weren’t so random: Dare he say it, he gave you guys a fair chance. Not saying you didn’t, but time proved to be the biggest challenger of your straining relationship.

You were just about to debut a photography series in another part of the world as you were chosen to represent the photography department from Japan to South Korea. Mattsukawa was already starting his internship. Though splitting time between being intimate, work, and individual days off, time stacked the odds against your relationship. Unfortunately, during what would be your last date with the young funeral director, he brings up the topic of ending things as, “amicably as possible.” You look back up at him, an equally tearful set of eyes reflect upon you, so you ask a weak, “why?”

“We can’t be together now, look at where you’re going,” He holds your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your own. Mattsukawa smiles, deftly brushing away a stray tears with his free hand. “I love you, but we can’t. Not right now.”

You protest, promising to fight better. Fight with him to make this work. Whatever this was, still is. If you could hear each other’s worlds crack around you, neither of you would let the other go. You calm yourself by the time the cake and coffees are delivered. Smiling brightly with hope on the curvature of your lips, you feed a a forkful of the dessert to you soon to be ex.

“Will you wait for me to make a name for myself?”

The sluggishly tempting slow bend of his massive frame to entertain bowing to you who held the fork makes your breath hitch. Mattsukawa was warm and inviting in the city you moved to study photography; he’d been kind enough to show you around wherever your paths cross like the night market the first month you were on a a long weekend.

As all impromptu dates are concerned, he does his best to think on his feet as you let him see all the sides of you that were pretty: your sense of wicked humor, sharp wit, and even bold choices in food. You were a dream and Mattsukawa could not be blamed for falling a lot harder than he had intended. He and his friends always used to talk about various lovers in the past, but in all honesty, if one of them would have seen the way you lock eyes with him across the pagoda filled food court of the night market, they would have assumed their dear friend had found his potential match.

As he chews on the morsel, he gives you a slight delightful hum. He heard your question and acknowledges this was non-rhetorical.

“Baby, I’d wait an eternity if you told me to,” The dinner is paid for as you rise up out of your chair.

That night, at your shared studio, behind closed doors, you hold on to him, telling him to love you like you’re never coming back.

Seven years in Seoul spent, making you a photographer by trade. Seven years of being one of the most sought after fashion photographers and even credited film photography for city scapes led up into the bed of many an illustrious star. None of which could compare to the measly little funeral director you dated in your early twenties. Imagine your surprise when your best friend from high school, Rei, reforms her relationship with you. Inviting you out so much so that you eventually fall into a lovely pattern with her. Wake up, go apply for jobs, go to interviews, eat lunch with her at her building, go home, etc. eventually, you are employed by her creative team once you find yourself an agent within that company. Seven years ago, at twenty-two, you would have freaked out when Rei told you the name of her very serious boyfriend and now fiancé. The name was familiar, but you didn’t know why until wedding prep had begun.

Now you’re both here and for what it’s worth, you leave the ball in your ex’s hands. Perhaps the alcohol and really great karrage chicken makes Mattsukawa walk toward you. The girls you chat with are playing matchmaker for you because you’re the only one in the bridal group not attached. You declined the offers sort of not explaining the awkward truth. One of them had the audacity to ask, “why not mattsun?”

“B-because,” You stammer embarrassed after all. “He seemed like he’d reject me.” (Because I never came back).

Mattsukawa couldn’t believe what you said, so he stands a little straighter behind you, making a silent sign to the girls who could see him.

“How are you so sure, yn?”

Your glass is abruptly taken away as the ladies scatter to find other teas they can spill. One of them finds Rei and Hanamaki, who contrary to what you didn’t tell either of them, figured it out on those own.

“Think it’s still a bad idea to have them paired?” Hanamaki whispers. Rei kisses her almost husband’s freckled cheek.

“Not at all,” Rei answers. “Just want to see them happy. They deserve it.”

Hours go by and as the party dwindles, the hotel bus comes to pick up the last members of the party. You’re one of the chaperones that got left behind stuck with closing duties alongside Mattsukawa who didn’t want you to be alone. Sitting side by side with him, he offers his arm if you feel sleepy. In a matter of minutes, your curt innocent “thanks,” is replaced by a light snore and head bop. Mattsukawa, gentle giant he is, guides your head to slump against his arm.

When the bus comes to a stop and you holy awake. Mattsukawa doesn’t dare look down to notice your expression is the same—shocked, a little by how you still fit against him, but adorable. He walks with you from the lobby to the elevator. Escorting you to your door, very reminiscent of your first date with him. The emotions of wanting to be held by him surface when he bids you a gentlemanly, “oyasumi.” You do the same as you unlock your door and toe off your shoes.

Five minutes. Both of you are giving each other five minutes before either of you came to your senses. Mattsukawa’s already by the elevator when he receives a, “go get ‘em asshole” from Hanamaki. His smile fades as the doors open saying he’d take the next one to an older couple who sees alot of their younger selves in a determined best man walking with a purpose.

Just about to raise his fist at the door, Mattsukawa hears the deadbolt unlock. And you, with your dress half way undone pulls him inside by his collar with a desperate yet swift, “thank fucking god.” Seven years without kissing you to suddenly trying to remember how you felt against him drives him mad. The door closes, he blindly locks it behind you. It’s insane how fast you have his heart in your hands, with every gasping breath when he pulls away for a bit, “missed ya so much” kisses are slower and lags in nature versus the way he worms his hands under your skirt to tease you there. You’re whining, his name on the top of your tongue when he head your pinned against the wall.

“‘Sei, I’m back home,” His hands stop teasing the things he wishes he’d bite later. Instead, they almost yank down the rest of the dress as your hands undo the buttons of his dress shirt quickly.

“Never letting you go again,” He kisses your forehead when you slide off the shirt from his shoulders. You smirk up at him before you raise your leg to pull him closer to you. Taking you up on the offer and hint, you’re lifted up in a flurry of hungry kisses and as you instruct him to where the bed actually was, you warrant a breathy groan from him as you feel something a too familiar press against your thigh.

“I forgot what that dress makes you do,” you roll your hips to center your gravity and he nips your ear.

“Naughty baby,” he smiles kissing your neck.

“Worth it,” you grab his hair and give it a purposeful tug. “You’re absolutely worth it.”

His lust blown pupils are wide with aching want. You tell him to take it slow when he lays you down. You don’t have the heart to tell him you think you’re wet enough by that little session in the hallway, but it’s better to let him taste how ready you are.

“Are you sure?”

“Issei, I’m more sure now that you’re here than before.”

“Ok then.”

Letting his mouth greet you is not that strange, what is though is how easily compliant you’re being to have him hear the lewd calls to the holy rulers as you let his tongue fuck you. You’re nearly there when he notices how you still do that thigh twitch thing where your trap him there. Mattsukawa doesn’t care how messily you cum, but when you do, it’s an honor for him to know he can and will make you over the simplest things.

You’re breathing hard as you try to come down, yet you know it’s not really a one and done with mattsukawa. Hearing the drag of his zipper and the pants he wore be discarded, he asks you if you want to stop.

“Fuck no, look at you,” Your voice is poisonous with love galor. He can’t help but lean down and give you his thanks after wiping your excess into his mouth.

Your eyes never forgot how massive your reconnected ex is; such refiness can only either be praised about our sculpted, not that it matters as Mattsukawa easily lays down into you, aligning himself with you. Eyes of his gleam in either devotion or sexual pleasure, but hearing you take in a nervous breath is reminiscent of the first time he fucked you senseless: you were unsure how your core got him all the way in, but it was worth the soreness in the morning. As you lay down, you wait for the pain of the stretch to subside, biting your lip and gripping on to the sheets, every encouraging word that spills from your lover’s mouth makes you moan with slightly louder with a glee you forgot you had.

“Were you always this th-aah!-ick?” The words die on your mouth as you realize he’s closer to your face now when he leans down to pick up your leg.

“Only for you,” his devilish smile hides behind a kid to your knee.

You admit you wiggle a bit too much before you beg him to move with you.

“Give me a chance,” he murmurs against the underside of your breasts.

“Nngh, ‘kay. Don’t make me do all the work.”

Mattsukawa locks eyes with you, kisses your beauty mark by your pelvis before whispering a cool breath of acknowledgment. Your leg rests against his shoulder now.

How Mattsukawa fucks you deeper is a continuation of both your want and his need; the day Mattsukawa decided to meet up with Hanamaki’s now fiancé was the same day he figured out who was going to be in the bridesmaid group. The second the bride said your name, he almost spat out his tea at the cafe. Nearly choking on air, Mattsukawa since then, made it a personal mission to be on your good side.

Did he think the rehearsal and the pub outing was a trap set up by his friends? Sure. Does he think you, with a fucked out expression, now pressed against his chest, will ever let him free again? Absolutely not, the loneliness and jealousy of those who kept your bed warm for seven years (literally only four people and it wasn’t that serious) kept Mattsukawa Issei on a short tangible leash. It’s not like he waited either—there was Ami, who despite her best efforts, never got to ride his dick like you; there was Kinomoto-san, the florist who always made an extra bento for her funeral director, which lasted a week and a half because your photo kept Mattsukawa’s desk looking like an office; and then there was Makoto whom he only half-fucked in a way because she asked him to stop since his thoughts kept drifting to you (Makoto was kind to end the fling saying a word of grace: “‘sei, you don’t love me like yn. When they come back, love ‘em like they’re dying the next day, ok?’)—but now, as Mattsukawa’s hands scratch your lower back and he helps you ride him up and down, slow and steady beats, he realizes you’re crying. He still moves to calm you, wiping tears and a small, barely audible, apology for making him feel unloved for so long reaches his burning ears.

“You’re here now,” his voice rumbles through his chest. “You’re here, with me, fucking me, baby you’re ‘xactly where you belong.”

You nod, it’s the only thing you can do as you bite into his neck, gently succumbing to the lull of his stride. Kissing away every trace of doubt, Mattsukawa rolls with you, effortlessly punctuating his acceptance with vigor expressing he wasn’t unloved, he was just loyal enough to wait for you. It takes a few more minutes of rapid movements and it’s good to know how you recall his body burns feverishly as his torso constricts, face hidden in the crook of your neck.

“Wh-where?” he only has time to ask you a one word answer before his hips stutter against yours. “‘M close. Where?”

You hold him steady, your muscles tense around him and without missing a beat, a desperate sounding, “inside” reaches his ear. Your sex either drags him in or flutters even more and you hear him chuckle as you feel him fill you up even more than before. He whispers to not waste a drop, “we’ll deal with the consequences in a few hours. Pharmacy opens at 7.” you hum, rubbing a playful hand in his coarse hair.

The room smells like sex and days old perfume. You’re still acting as a cocksleeve to a teasing Mattsukawa, who for lack of better words, is deftly tracing the love bites on your chest. He loved how you massage his scalp, curls which never listened to him obey you. Complete submission of his body spurned by love for you is how he figures he’s with you in the present.

“Issei,” your throat hurts from the myriad of orgasms (both hard and perhaps a little more short lived to squeeze in two more post having Mattsukawa reach his high).

“Mm?”

“Thanks for walking me to my door.”

You both laugh, he kisses the corner of your eye. He stays with you to use the rest room and wash up; going so far as to pull out the extra bedding (your room was graciously a suite, so extra linen were in the closet). A protest of him leaving the bed so you have first dibs has him be curt with a resounding, “be good and go ahead. I’ll see you there first.”

Showering with Mattsukawa does have it’s perks though: you recall how the same hands that kept you close now are massaging your back muscles. You slightly hiss at the scratch on your spine when he dragged a calloused set of fingers down your midback. The suds do little to hide what little is there left to explore with each other. Water runs from lukewarm to hot when you rinse off only to be slightly kabedoned as Mattsukawa leans down to stare affectionately in your eyes. A silent question on his raised brow is answered when you smile right before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Stepping out of the shower, you pull the curtain back a touch and answer formally:

“Mattsukawa Issei, I’ve loved you from the beginning. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

The man stands, stark naked like the day he was born, he turns the knob so the water shuts off. You hand him a towel sheepishly looking away before he deems himself ‘decent.’

“Good because sweetness, I will follow you to the ends of the earth…”

A mirthful smile and a slight yell of, “put me down!” was heard outside of your room, as Mattsukawa effortlessly picks you up asking if you’re brash enough to ruin this set of sheets too. And who are you to blissfully disagree?

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #timeskip!ex!mattsun x ex!yn #exes to lovers arc: entry mattsukawa issei #sora scribbles 2022 #🔞—nsfw mattsukawa issei

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robotpussy · 1 year

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Avatar 2 and remakes/reboots/sequels from older franchises always make a question inside me resurface: why are so many people so interested to see the same thing over amd over again? Or, enough people that making the movies/ series guarantees that it will make money. For example, avatar 2 feels unnecessary at best, like the time for it to be a franchise has long passed... I didn't even understand wtf is supposed to be, the trailer felt like it flexed its cgi but it was like watching a 4k wallpaper 👀

I personally feel trapped, seeing the things from my childhood and older popular media again and again, like corpses that are brought to life so new content is squished out of them... I feel that culture can't move on. I know i have to go out of my way to find things, but when everyone else watches what's available and enjoys it or says it's not that deep i feel like I'm overreacting. It wouldn't be that deep if reboots etc weren't the norm. I understand it's good for businesses or something, but i don't give a shit, i just something that isn't recycled to death, dammit.

the reason is that its something familar. people go to the cinema less now (and especially even less now because of the pandemic) so people want to make sure they are spending money on something they know is likely to satisfy them.

with sequels, it means returning to a world you've been to before, it may not necessarily be good, but at least you are with familiar characters in a familiar world. and wth remakes, there is nostalgia. That's why those disney remakes consistanly make money, its something familiar and its nostalgic. i think there is also a sense of curiosity

and also on the business part of things, they will just do whatever makes them the most money. (i made a post abt the box office and what kind of movies were being pushed and what made the most money, and kind of explains the shift in what kind of movies are being made now)

so if they can feed into nostalgia and devoted fanbases they will churn and run a IP dry, as long as they can make money out of it.

and avatar 2..... yes most movies james cameron makes are just excuses for him to play with his big boy rich man toys thats it, its all about spectacle and no substance, and sometimes there is nothing wrong with that but like..... why avatar?

but yes, alot of the sequels that are being made today feel unnecessary, but it really is all about money, and when the only films that get massive amounts of push are films based on existing IPs it means people who don't really want to look for something to watch will just go and watch whatever is being pushed towards them. pop culture is in danger indeed 👍

#asks

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bizzyb3e · 2 years

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Spoiler free review, spoilers below cut

I just watched the School for Good and Evil movie and wow

Overall, I’m pretty disappointed. It was a fun watch, don’t get me wrong, it was fun picking out familiar characters and seeing them on screen, and the story is alright, but it just felt… lacking? Like most of the characters go unnamed, and it’s frustrating for people who have read the books and enjoy those side characters. The plot also felt very rushed. I watched it with my mom, who has never touched the books, and she said she felt like she was missing some context at certain parts, like some scenes and reasonings didn’t quite make sense yet.

And the CGI was pretty inconsistent? Like in some scenes it would be incredible and others it looked very… choppy? Idk, it felt like it was changing styles every two seconds.

However, I do think that despite the rough storyline (which is still alright) the actors did the best they could with what they were given. And the costumes were absolutely gorgeous.

There’s still a few nitpicky things but I don’t really feel like typing it all out cuz it’s late and I’m tired. ALTHOUGH I am going to rant about the characters and cut scenes from the book now, so spoilers below.

oh boy oh boy do I have complaints:

WHERE WAS THE WONDERFUL GORGEOUS AMAZING SCENE BETWEEN AGATHA AND DOVEY ABOUT AGATHA REALIZING SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL???? Reading that scene as a kid literally brought me to tears bc I was super self-conscious about myself, and it is my favorite scene in the entire series. AND ITS NOT THERE? 1568 wounded and 182 dead.

speaking of Agatha, while I love Sofia wylie, she was?? Too pretty?? like whenever the other characters would call her “witch” or “ugly” it just didn’t land bc she was literally gorgeous. And she blended in too well with the Evers, the whole point is she’s an outsider, she sticks out, but she fit right in. Wasnt goth enough :<

wth was the “blood magic” crap. Like huh

NO SWAN SYMBOLS ON UNIFORMS??? Like they even include the school insignia in the beginning, WHATS THE POINT IF THERES NO SWANS

while I can appreciate the chemistry that they gave tedros and agatha in the movie, I really wish that they had included more rivalry. Bc those two literally hated each other in the books.

Also Sophie talked about tedros being her “true love” for like two seconds and then it was pushed to the side. Like. He’s kinda the reason she goes full evil and all, but their relationship was just?? Nonexistent. Like she wears a few good outfits and suddenly their testing their love for each other in the trial by tale.

trial by tale was done DIRTY. Instead of being a massive school-wide competition between schools, they turned it into some flimsy tophie thing that literally only lasted like 10 minutes tops. That was such a big deal in the book pls

WHERE IS SIR AUGUST SADER??? MY MANS WHO HAD AGATHAS BACK.

They were missing so many characters???? Like Castor and Pollux and Uma and the BEAST FROM THE DOOM ROOM WHICH IS A WHOLE OTHER RANT. Also a BUNCH of the characters just. Go unnamed. Like do they even introduce Kiko or Chad. And even the characters who are seem so bland and forgettable.

THE BEAST. THE DOOM ROOM. THE WONDERFUL SCENE WHERE YOU SEE SOPHIE’S TRUE EVIL. GONE. Like what was that.

Where were anadil’s rats??? How hard is it to get rats???

also anadil and dot seemed way too similar. And Hester’s character was inconsistent. Also dot not being played by a larger actor lowkey bugs me.

Sophie did NOT get to be evil enough smh

CIRCUS OF TALENTS ANYONE HELLOOOOO????

I know they kinda revealed what happens to failed students but not revealing that theyre the werewolves and fairies was so disappointing.

I cant believe we didn’t get Sophie singing T^T it’s not a big issue, but I still wanted to include it bc Sophia ann Caruso (her actor) was literally ON BROADWAY. My girl can SING. LET HER SHOW OFF.

no pink fingerglow for sophie :<

RAFAL IN GENERAL? Like what was that. He just walks around school disguised as his brother? Casually jump scares Agatha?? NO MASK?? genuinely upset me

also not really a criticism to the movie, but watching it on screen made me realize how creepy rafal and Sophie’s relationship actually is. Like. Yikes.

Upset that Yuba didn’t get enough spotlight

Also I wish they got the chance to show off the “room of champions” or whatever it was for both schools. Or Arthur’s menagerie. But I can live without it.

Sophie and Agatha not knowing about the schools in the beginning?? Like huh?? Sophie has dreamed about going there her whole life what do you meannnn

Honora being mean to Sophie rubbed me the wrong way. Like she’s supposed to be a very plain and nice woman, and I felt like Sophie still disliking her despite that gave Sophie’s character more depth

WHERE. ARE. THE. DREAMS. The nemesis dreams, Agatha’s true live dreams, WHERE ARE THEY? they could have helped explain so much for why Sophie was just suddenly like “oh yeah you’re my nemesis” and tedros declaring his love. Also they DIDNT talk about nemesis symptoms at all. At least that I remember. It felt so random when Sophie started turning into the witch.

okay im gonna end it with some positive things cuz I’ve just been ranting lmao

Loved lady lesso ngl. So gay for her.

having tedros not kill some unnamed kid as a gargoyle, but a kid that we got to actually know was a lot more satisfying. Really got the point across

HESTADIL CRUMBSSSSSS

honestly I was worried that they would chicken out of making Sophie ugly as a witch, but they did alright with it. Kudos.

Tedros and Agatha chemistry yesssss. When she tripped and he caught her>>>

Yes anemone POP OFF QUEEN

the wish fish scene was GORGEOUS

I liked the bit of background they gave Gavaldon. Like Agatha and Sophie’s classmates talking to them. That was nice :]

I honestly enjoyed covey’s character. She was a little manic at times, and a little different from the books, but I thought it fit the movie well. And I cracked a few smiles at it

Tedros and Agatha again. Sassy Agatha in their first conversation <3333

the ever Boys’ entrance was well done :>

Hester’s demon was FANTASTIC and absolutely sick

HORT MY BABY YES KING

that’s all I really have the brainpower to think about and write down. Also this became way longer than I thought it would. I had to rant about it somewhere cuz my friends haven’t watched nor read it and my mom didn’t want to hear it lol. Anyway, those are just my opinions on the movie. Even though I had a lot to complain about, the movie was still an enjoyable watch. It’s always cool seeing familiar characters in live action :D

#I’m already bracing myself for the queerbaiting allegations #but yeah that’s movie was okay #pretty disappointed but I’ve simmered down after typing this all out #the school for good and evil #sge movie #dont feel like tagging all the characters #long post

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LIV omg yes very intense emotions over the break but all i could think about when the members started describing jungkooks home was that sounds like holly’s jk????? the laundry room where the dining table should go?? the mattresses?? LIKE WTH he is the weirdest person but in an eccentric quirky little way, idk i think i would just expect him to have like a very stereotypical celebrity home bc hello they are massive but i genuinely love how you can tell even by little things like that, how they’ve remained so true to themselves, even if that means chaotic mattresses and misplaced laundry display lol im starting to think your fics are lowkey canon and we just dont know it yet!!

also mr yoongi was giving honey boy for all of that dinner, the fit the hair the pouty lips… honey boy antics!

Hahahaha can you fucking imagine these two moving in together and he's like "we need mattresses in the living room." She'd be like ???? and all he'd have to do is tell her "trust me, it'll be great" and she'd just be like "whatever, I get to pick the bedding"

Also gotta admit, them commenting on Jin's home being like a newlywed home and him being like "with that game room?" felt very Jin and Poopsie to me lmao. Like of course they have a game room, and they bicker over it just before Poopsie goes in there and kicks her man's ass in mario kart

Definite honey boy antics, that is Kid's Yoongi right there 😩

#anon #asks #ugh i love seeing the couples in real bts moments #longterm-couples #jk/holly #jin/poopsie #min/kid

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no, but seriously, reading what the other anons have said, i completely agree with them !! you're such a lovely person, and i genuinely look forward to seeing your posts, whether it's a gifset or just you interacting with people or just normal text posts.

even seeing the omegaverse discourse put a massive smile on my face because nando is definitely an omega, and im so glad you addressed it bestie. you're a real one for that !!

i really hope that life is treating you well because you're the one that created this little community, and you're the one who's accepted us into it. i know it sounds really soppy and whatnot, but thank you for being you <33 i hope that you achieve everything you want in life and more ❤️

- 🐐

dude I'm full on crying now wth man it's a monday evening at 10 pm.

#kyle.answers #idk what to say fr just ty this is so incredibly kind #🐐 anon

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xxkookiexx · 10 months

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A Glitch in the System [Part.4]

𝙈𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙊'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙓 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

..••°°°°••..

"No, no, no-M/n! M/n! M/n? Just breath, you're alright. We're gonna fix this and you'll be fine. Okay? Everything will be fine."

"Miguel...You can't."

"No, no, no, no-NO! M/n, don't say that! Jess, we have to do something!"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰."

After Miles Morales finds himself at Headquarters, he's stuck with the choice of doing what's right and what he believes in but with the small support he's shown, he doesn't know who to trust.

M/n wants to help as much as he can, but whether or not he survives long enough to help the boy is the real question...

°°••....••°°

part.1 - part.2 - part.3 - part.5 - part.6 - part.7 - part.8 - part.9

The room was slightly dark with the curtain window opened just the tiniest bit to let the night sky shine through. Clothes scattered the floor and chairs while two figures laid together in the massive bed that was placed in the middle of the wall facing the even larger window overlooking Nueva York.

M/n laid on top of Miguel with his head resting on the man's chest and the leaders arms wrapped securely around his waist. He gently drew random shapes on Miguels arm while Miguel had a pillow behind his head and his face shoved in M/n's hair peppering small kisses every so often.

It wasn't often they got to spend close time like this together, in bed particularly. Miguel was a busy man trying to prevent the collapse of the multiverse 24/7 so when M/n for the chance to get him to relax for a night, it was always so worth it.

"What's on your mind." Miguels voice brought M/n back to reality and he shifted up a bit to hum at Miguels question.

"Is it cheesy to say you?"

Miguel chuckled and rubbed his fingers along M/n's exposed back forcing a tiny shiver to run up his spine.

"A little, yeah." He replied quietly but his tone was playful.

M/n gave a teasing glare and leaned up to rest their foreheads together before he took a deep breath and stared into Miguels sharp eyes. "I don't have time to think of anything else. So why let useless thoughts obscure my mind when all it could be is you."

His words brought Miguels smirk to diminish a bit and he pulled the smaller man closer to him even if M/n was already lying on top of him. "I don't want to lose you." The whisper barely heard in M/n's ear but he caught it.

Smiling gently he leant down to place a soft kiss on Miguels lips, not too hard unless he wanted his lips to bleed for the fifth time that night.

Pulling back and opening his eyes again, M/n stroked Miguels cheek with his finger. "I don't want to leave you. But sometimes we can't always get what we want. Even if we fight against the universe, our decisions are never really our own."

Miguel reached to grasp M/n's hand in his own and bring it to his face to press a kiss to his palm, then leaning into it with closed eyes. M/n watched and moved his other to run his fingers through Miguels messy hair, scratching his fingers softly on his scalp causing a hum of delight to come from the man underneath him.

The night continued on with the lovers lazily making out and condensation occasionally steaming up the windows.

M/n skipped along the cafeteria the next day looking though the food options the guys had decided to make this morning. Keeping it simple, he grabbed a thing of fries and went off to go find Jess as he thought about how Gwen was doing in her little side quest.

Sending her off to earth-1610 to figure out what Spot's plan was sounded like a good idea when Miguel told M/n at first. She knew that world better than them but her past with Miles is what started to worry M/n, the chance she'd tell him everything was high and they didn't really want to risk his world collapsing because of his love for his father. It was still a theory but with their experiences in the past they didn't want to the sy their chances.

M/n haswatched Miles ever since he became spider-man, and he could honestly say the boy truly enjoys the life of saving people and protecting New York.

"How's Stacy going?" M/n asked, eating the fries after catching up with Jess.

Jess rolled her eyes at the question and answered with a conflicted tone. "I checked up on her but she seems to be getting sidetracked. I know she's up to something and it's definitely with that Morales kid."

"Right...and we both knew this was gonna happen. Annnnnnd yet we still sent her off." He tilted his head in her direction with a smirk and bit into another fry.

She shoved his face away as he laughed and the pair started walking along the hallway in the building.

"Has she found anything yet?"

She shook her head, "Nothing much beside his suspicious activity, as long as she keeps track of him then there shouldn't be a problem of capturing him before he does anything bad." Clicking a few things on her watch. M/n got bored and continued picking on his suit, he really needed to fix it at some point.

"You could check on her again?" M/n suggested with a shrug, "No doubt she'd like the wise advice from her favourite mentor." He cheekily added and quickly stifled a laugh at her glare and turned away.

She gave a reluctant sigh and decided to comm Gwen when they entered another room. M/n stood next to here with his hands behind his back and he shifted from his heels to his toes. She turned it on and Gwen appeared.

"Gwen. Hi." Jess greeted, "What you doing?"

"Hi Love." M/n smiled through the screen and waved. "Nothing, Uhh good, yeah, all good, everything's good, um bye." She responded, turning it off and Jess rolled her eyes, m/n pouted. "That was rude."

"Where's the...the bad guy you were supposed to monitor?" Jess asked after turning it back on and following Gwen.

"Just stepped out for a moment." Gwen replied quickly.

"Dude,"

"Look, he's just some villain of the weak!"

"Lyla!"

"No! We don't need—"

"Tracking." Lyla popped up leaving Gwen to sigh and the three watched Lyla pop around the dimensions to catch Spot but he kept moving. "Oh, got him—nope, don't got him. There he is—oh, slippery guy." Jess turned to Gwen, "Did you go see your little friend?"

"What? no, Miles? I mean.."

"Gwen,"

"Are you kidding me right now?" Jess says and looks at the girl. "Briefly! From afar." Gwen tries to say and the two gave her a 'I don't believe you at all' look.

"How far?"

"Like..." She holds her arms up then slowly brings them together. "Oh, that's way too close." Lyla tuts.

"Girl," Jess groans but Gwen still tries to cover herself up. "Look, I just—had to know how he was."

"I honestly can't with you." Jess narrowed her eyes with disappointment.

"Look, I know I messed up okay?"

"Gwen, you know he can't be part of this."

"I know. I know." She replied with a sigh escaping her. "I'll never see him again." She concluded and M/n felt bad for the girl but knew it was possibly best this way.

"Guys, Guys." Lyla interrupted with eagerness. "He's making his own portals." They watched him move fast and M/n cringed at the information. "What?"

"He can now jump whenever he wants. He could be a total canon killer." Lyla informed.

Jess crossed her arms again and gave a pointed glare at Gwen, "You said he was a villain of the weak. Do you know how bad this is for you?" She accused.

M/n bit his bottom lip now feeling selfish that Miguel and him play Lyla already knew Spots abilities and kept it from Jess. She was practically Miguels right hand man and did deserve to know but seeing her annoyance with Gwen, he'd keep quiet for now.

"Every dimension he stops at has an Alchemex." Lyla added and M/n chimed in worriedly, "What's he up to, Gwen?"

"I dont know." She answered truthfully. Jess scoffed, "Oh, amazing. My star pupil everyone."

"Jess, take it easy." He warned and nudged her. "I'll get him, okay? I can get back up." Gwen told them both in a panic.

"if Miguel finds out about this—"

"Don't tell Miguel." Gwen pleaded, "He'll kick me out of this. What if he sends me home?" Both girls turned their eyes to M/n who recoiled at their looks. "What? I'm no snitch, I wouldn't dare tell him." Grumbling to himself.

It was silent when Lyla came back up again. "I got him! Earth-5101. Whadya wanna do?" Jess glanced at Gwen who was already looking her way. "You never made a mistake? Never got to close to someone?"

"I did. But I got over it." The two had a staring contest till Jess spoke up again. "Alert the local spider. Tell him Gwen will meet him there." Gwen sighed in relief and began saying 'thank you' over and over till Jess got annoyed. "You're welcome. Shut up."

"You got an hour to fix this, or neither of us can help you." M/n furrowed his brows and reluctantly agreed to Jess's words and Jess then ended the comm link. M/n bit his lip awkwardly and clapped his hands together with a smile. "Well! It looks like Gwen is doing great. So I'm just gonna go..."

Swinging his hands to the opposite direction and turning around until a hand yanked his suit back and a groan escaped his mouth. "What? She said she was fine and clearly she stated she was doing great,"

"She's already interacted with the kid, what's the bet she's gonna end up dragging him into the problem even more." She started dragging him towards where a few spiders were with a stern voice, M/n let himself be dragged like a child until she dropped him and he landed on a floor with an 'ompf'.

"Also, Miguel loves flaunting you that much he practically eats your neck when he gets the chance?" Jess gestured to M/n's neck and he quickly pulled up his suit to cover it with a blush.

"Bugger off. What Miguel does to my neck is none of your business."

"It is when all I can see are bite marks. I'm surprised you're not dead yet."

M/n huffed and moved to sit with his elbows leaning on his knees when he glanced up at her again. "Earth-5101, that's Pav's dimension right?" After letting go of his suit and deciding he couldn't do anything unless he had some makeup to cover up the marks.

"That's right. And a villain like Spot could easily destroy their world if Gwen doesn't catch him." M/n pursed his lips and squinted as he ate another chip.

"If you're so paranoid about her, why don't you just go see her yourself." Picking at his wrist and cursing when a piece of fabric broke off. Miguel is gonna kill him for messing with the suit again.

Jess grumbled and pinched her nose at M/n's effort he was putting in. The man stood up and threw the last chip up and caught it in his mouth then threw the trash away in a nearby bin. "I'm going to find Peter B, comm link me if you need me at any point." Giving a smile and wave.

Jess scoffed and shook her head as she watched M/n walk away and eventually shoot web and swing off a platform and out of sight. "Can't keep that man's attention for even one minute before he goes running off."

"What's the bet he's going to pester Miguel?" One of the spiders joked and Jess blinked before staring off to where M/n just was.

"Let him be then. He may act like a child sometimes and follow Miguel around like a puppy, but he'd stop whatever he's doing to help any one of us if we call."

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #into the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction #hobie brown #malereader #x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #part4 #marvel #tumblrpost #Jess drew #across the spider verse

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