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Hey, just wanted to know your perspective on Shiv's decision. There's a huge discussion going on whether the decision was emotionally driven just to spite Kendall? Was it calculated in any sense considering her children's future or getting any power through Tom? Was she seeking Tom (the powerful man now)'s approval?
What do you think? I personally think it was multi faceted and complex and included all the things a little bit and lead her to the decision.
Would she have taken the same decision if she had no idea that it is infact Tom that Mattson's eyeing?
Hey! Oh man, it’s such a great moment and it’s one I’ve been thinking about a lot. I agree with you in the sense that it was such a multi-faceted and complex choice, and one that had many trigger points both in the sense of Shiv’s reality, her sense of power and control, and the real and mangled emotional root of her place in her own family.
Do I think it was strategic? A little, but I think she was passed the point of being able to strategise in part because she was out of time, but also in part because Shiv’s impatience means she’s just not very good at it.
I think one of Shiv’s greatest strengths is also one of her biggest flaws in that she tends not to see the wood for the trees. She’s a big picture thinker, she sees the end result she wants but not the daily machinations to get her there, which we see over and over again. She’s impatient, lives life on the backfoot so is always trying to hurry, overtake, skip steps, take shortcuts to get ahead, and when she’s asked to operate in a system where she’s forced to stop and acknowledge the reality of the moment, I think she can for once see everything for exactly what it is.
Funnily enough, I feel like the telling moment in terms of Shiv in that finale isn’t actually with Kendall or Tom at all, it’s the moment Sandi says yes in the boardroom. It’s the tiniest of beats, which Sarah plays beautifully, and it carries over from Stewy telling Shiv only moments before (after Kendall offers him Chair in their father’s office) that he thinks Shiv can still sway Sandi. We don’t see the scene, and I kind of wish we had, but the outcome is felt all the same. Shiv can’t do it, she doesn’t convince Sandi, the only woman she’s on any sort of equal footing with to vote with them, which means she has no accomplice at that table, no allies, no position, no weight, only brothers who have shown just how quickly they’ll shut her out.
I think its that failure with Sandi that ultimately untethers Shiv, because with that loss comes the loss of any way forwards for Shiv at the company. She’s no longer an heiress of her father’s making or even one of Matsson’s, she’s just a little sister, staring at her big brother, at the best friend he offers Chair to as a joke in his office when she could only play ‘behind the scenes’ so it didn’t look ‘wonky’, the person she’s spent her entire life trying to catch up to and beat, and I think she meant it, what she said to Kendall after.
She can’t stomach it.
If she can’t have it, he sure as hell can’t, and at least with Tom she has some sort of in, she has something. Not an accomplice at the table, but a trap door she could sometimes scratch her way beneath, someone who might not want a relationship with her, might not be loyal, but someone who’s bound to her, if nothing else, and someone who has no use for her brothers anymore.
Shiv would rather break the toy than let Kendall have it, even if she cut her own hands in the process, and honestly, it’s one of the reasons she’s a character of all time to me. She’s a survivor in a way none of her brothers are, but she’s also petty and selfish in the way all three of them absolutely are, and to see her really do what none of them could and cut their strings in the 11th hour was so thrilling to me. She’s kept her in, but she also knows she’s out, but at least Kendall and Roman are too. At least the three of them are locked out of the house together, even if, for a moment, they’re apart.
#in some ways i also think that their bonding in barbados and at the re-allocation didn't help the case either#kendall becoming ceo would've fundamentally altered the family power dynamics#which i also don't think shiv had any interest in#i think she'd prefer a period of estrangement than a shift in the balance of power#which tbh#who can blame her?#but being reminded of that right before going into that room and seeing him drunk on power wouldn't have helped#and i think she knows she can't control tom anymore#but i think she sees at least something that will take her forwards#shiv roy#hbo succession#kendall + shiv#sandi furness#stewy hosseini#succession 4.10#succession meta#welcome to my ama#succession spoilers
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"fast"
Contains: nsfw content, fingering, head (reader rec), shower sex, head massages (reader rec), sexual profanity, sexual innuendo, p in v sex, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, tom getting an erection, cumming inside, unprotected sex
Request: (by anon) Please I’m begging. 2013 Tom is so desperate that eats reader out while she’s taking a shower and he still has his clothes on
(there was another req similiar to this with a head massage but i mixed them up 😎)
Rating: mature themes, mdni, explicit content ahead!
Word count: 1.1k
Tom was lying behind you, rubbing your shoulders gently as he gave you a massage. You could feel your muscles begin to relax, your body becoming more pliable under his expert fingers. He was so close, his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you could feel his erection pressing against your leg. You wondered if he was thinking about what you were thinking about. You were getting wetter by the moment, sighing contentedly.
Your mind drifted, imagining his strong, tan hands washing over your body, his fingers digging into your flesh, his lips kissing down your spine. You felt a shiver run through you at the thought, and the feeling only intensified when he kissed your shoulder blade, his tongue tracing a line down your back. You arched into him, pressing your ass harder against his groin, feeling the hardness of his erection.
You could feel him hesitating for a moment, as if he was debating whether or not to take things further. But then he leaned in closer, his lips finding the small of your back, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. He kissed you there, gently at first, before deepening the kiss, sucking on your skin, making you moan. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second, your need for him becoming almost unbearable.
You wanted nothing more than for him to strip you bare and taste you, to feel his tongue lapping at your folds, to have him inside you, filling you up. You wanted to feel him come undone against your skin, spilling his release over you. You ached for it, and the longer he teased you, the more desperate you became. You wondered if he could feel how close you were to the edge, how close you were to losing control.
He stops of all a sudden, leaving you whining and begging. little did you know, he was just as desperate as you. You sigh at the lost of contact and move to the bathroom, stripping and turning on the shower, letting the cold water run down your exposed body, slowly molding into warmness.
You hear the bathroom door open behind you, and then the sound of fabric rustling. "What are you doing?" you ask, turning around to see Tom standing in the doorway, fully clothed. He looks at you with a mix of lust and desperation, and you can tell he's struggling to contain himself.
"I can't… I can't wait anymore," he says, taking a step closer to you. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and you can't help but shiver. He reaches out and touches your wet hair, letting the strands curl around his fingers. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.
He steps into the shower, clothes still on his body as he lowers himself to his knees.
"wha-what are you doing?" you rasp out, his head pressing a kiss just above your clit.
He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense, and replies, "What does it look like I'm doing?" Then he leans forward, his lips parting, and blows a warm breath over your most sensitive flesh. You arch your hips into the contact, moaning loudly as he begins to tease you with his lips and tongue.
His hands slide down your thighs, parting your legs, and then he presses his body against yours, trapping you against the shower wall. You feel the hardness of his erection pressed against your stomach, and you can't help but grind your hips into him in response.
His tongue swirls around your clit, teasing and probing, as his fingers slip inside you, finding your entrance wet and ready. You're so close, so close to orgasm, but he keeps you on the edge, teasing and tormenting you until you're practically begging for release.
You can feel the water dripping down your bodies, mingling with your sweat and his saliva as he eats you out in the shower. You try to focus on the sensations, but your mind is spinning, your body is on fire, and you're so close, so close to the edge.
Finally, he presses his tongue firmly against your clit, and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you in a wave of pleasure. Your body convulses as he continues to lap at you, milking your orgasm, until you're finally spent and gasping for air. He pulls back, watching you as you catch your breath, his eyes dark and satisfied.
You stand there, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm pulse through you, as he leans in to kiss you, his lips soft and wet from your taste. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, and you're suddenly self-conscious of the fact that he's still fully clothed. You reach up to undo his belt, tugging it loose, and then his pants, helping him step out of them. His erection springs free, and you take hold of it, guiding it to your entrance.
He lets out a groan as you slowly impale yourself on him, feeling him fill you up. His hands find your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move, thrusting in and out of you. The water cascades down your bodies, mixing with your sweat and the evidence of your lovemaking. You look up at him, watching the expression on his face as he loses control, giving in to the pleasure you're giving him.
His thrusts become more urgent, more desperate, as he nears his climax. You can feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles bunch and release as he pushes deeper into you. You match his rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke, your nails digging into his shoulders as you try to hold on.
With a cry that echoes through the bathroom, Tom comes, his body shuddering as he spills his seed deep inside you. You feel it pulsing, filling you up even more as you reach your own orgasm, your body tensing around him in a wave of pleasure. He collapses against you, breathing heavily as you hold each other, bodies still joined.
The water continues to pour over you, washing away the evidence of your passion as your legs are hoisted up by tom's waist, trying to catch your breath. You can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the weight of his body resting on yours, and the rhythmic pulsing inside you as he begins to soften. Your heart races, the adrenaline from the passionate encounter still coursing through your veins.
His hands move from your hips, up your back, to cup your breasts, gently massaging them through the water. He kisses you softly, his lips moving against yours, as he begins to slide slowly out of you. The feeling is strange yet familiar as you whine from the loss of contact. You reach up, lacing your fingers through his wet hair, holding him close as he eases up until just the head of his cock remains inside you.
''mm tommy, that was so good" you laugh, caressing his cheek and feeling his stubble under your fingers.
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if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.
The Truman Show // MAG188 - Centre of Attention // Twitter: TubboLive // Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant) - Bo Burnham // Wilbur Soot VOD (Oct 17th 2020) - [DreamSMP] Speedy Stream Festival What festival // MAG117 - Testament // Margaret Atwood - The Robber Bride // @elytrians // MAG188 - Centre of Attention // The Truman Show (edit by @parakeet) // Untitled #15 by @that-house // something about a truman show complex, greek heroes, and the illusion of free will. by @yuker // Tom Stoppard - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead // Bo Burnham - Inside // you're fairly certain there's a curtain somewhere by @irrealisms
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Images 1 and 2: Screenshots of the Truman Show. The Closed Captions read "Let me get you some help, Truman. You're not well."
Image 3: ARCHIVIST: Hm. You want a show so badly? Fine.
Image 4: a twitter poll by @TubboLive. text of the tweet is "What do we do..." Options are "Exile Tommy", with 55.8% of the vote, and "Don't Exile Tommy", with 44.2% of the vote.
Image 5: The truth is, my biggest problem's you/I want to please you/But I want to stay true to myself/I want to give you the night out that you deserve/But I want to say what I think/And not care what you think about it/Part of me loves you/Part of me hates you/Part of me needs you/Part of me fears you/And I don't think that I can handle this right now"
Image 6: WILBUR: You're saying "do it", chat, but you're-- this isn't-- you aren't affected, you just want to see explosions, you guys aren't affected, I understand, I understand, I-- I've been hasty.
Image 7: TIM: All right. I don’t know what you are, I don’t even know if you’re listening. I don’t care. Just, if you’re there, I want you to know that I hate you. I hate you for, for witnessing what’s happened to us.
Image 8: “Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
Image 9: a tumblr post by @elytrians. text: *coughs up blood* how do i look? do i look good? was that hot?
Image 10: She had once counted how many times she could spot a camera watching her during her morning run: thirty-one in ten minutes. At least, it had been back then. Last time she had tried it there were hundreds. They tracked her movements, and made so much noise she could not have ignored them if she tried. It was halfway between the mechanical whir of a focusing lens and the low rattle of mean-spirited laughter. Carmen didn’t go running anymore.
Image 11: The last scene of the Truman Show, edited to add a twitch chat full of PogChamp emotes.
Image 12: a comic of two squares talking.
RED: I realized something.
BLUE: Yeah?
RED: This comic could just end. Without warning. The Creator could just get bored.
BLUE: No closure, no catharsis, nothing.
RED: Our recent few strips would make for unsatisfying ends. Maybe we should give every comic a satisfying conclusion.
BLUE: But that’s life. Life doesn’t always have a satisfying ending.
RED: This isn’t life, this is a comic. We can control it. We can make sure there’s a happy ending.
BLUE: We can’t control jack shit. The comic’s ending is up to the Creator.
Image 13: a comic of Technoblade. He is sitting amongst scattered papers with his hands on his face. The scattered papers have the titles of various Technoblade DSMP Youtube videos written on them. Text on the image reads: “It can hurt, knowing you’re just a character with predetermined lines instead of a person with feelings. The voices are the audience and they’re constantly critiquing your performance.”
Image 14: ROS: I wish I was dead. (Considers the drop.) I could jump over the side. That would put a spoke in their
wheel.
GUIL: Unless they're counting on it.
ROS: I shall remain on board. That'll put a spoke in their wheel.
(The futility of it, fury.) All right! We don't question, we don't doubt. We perform.
Images 15, 16: Bo Burnham stands outside a house on a stage; there is a spotlight on him. the caption is [disembodied applause] He tries to reenter the house. the caption is [disembodied laughter].
Image 17: WILBUR: It’s better to play along. Give them what they want. Put on a show. Who cares who it hurts, as long as it’s fucking—influential? God, I hate it so much sometimes, I want to scream. And then I think, would they like that? Would that be entertaining enough for them? Still have to give them their performance. Even when I was dead I was still—I rehearsed my resurrection.
TECHNO: Dude, you need therapy.
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kevin
kevin and annie's relationship was no longer professional. he would come into her office and they'd at least pretend to have a conversation that resembled therapy, but then he'd force himself on her. annie made noises of protest even as she helped him get her clothes off. sometimes, he had clever ideas. one afternoon, he'd thrown annie on her desk, and grabbed a pair of scissors that he then used to cut open her panties. annie had masturbated about it for a week.
he was very rough with her. he forced his fingers down her throat and made her gag. he choked her and slapped her. he would frequently prevent her from having an orgasm. and he'd leave her in a heap in her office every time. she continued to charge him as a patient, which made her feel exquisitely dirty, like a prostitute.
one day, tom noticed the bruise on her ass-- she told him she'd bumped into her desk. the next week, she told kevin about her lie as she knelt in front of him, her hands tied behind her back, ready to be facefucked. he told her she was a bad little whore before forcing his cock down her throat.
when he put her on the couch and took her panties off, she asked him if her bald pussy reminded him of his daughter.
"no," he said. "i told her she can't do that anymore."
"shave?" annie asked.
"yes," he said.
"and she obeys you?"
"yes," he said. "she's nice and hairy now."
"she shows you?" annie asked. he was pushing his cock into her now.
"all the time," he said. "she pulls down her panties to show me her bush. she's so proud of it."
"that's so fucking hot," annie gasped.
"shut the fuck up," he told her. he stuck her panties in her mouth.
"she really liked it?" annie said after, after kevin had cum inside her. "your daughter? you telling her she couldn't shave?"
"women crave authority," he told her. "i said shaving was for sluts and i wouldn't stand for her doing that anymore and she said 'yes daddy.'"
"do you fuck your wife like this?" she asked him. "the way you fuck me?"
"i fuck her harder," he said. "she can take the real thing."
"What's the most degrading thing you've ever done to her?" she asked.
He told her that he'd made a video of himself fucking her hard in the ass and showed it to her father.
"What did he say?" Annie asked, so horny her legs were shaking.
"He said, 'way to claim your property,'" Kevin said. "He understands."
Every time Kevin took her, Annie found that she couldn't cum with Tom for 24 hours or so. She could fake it, so she did. It wasn't anything Tom was doing wrong. He had a bigger dick than Kevin. She suspected that Robbie wouldn't have been able to do it either, and he had the biggest cock. But Robbie was mostly busy with Casey these days.
She wore a buttplug the next time she had a session with Kevin. All morning, she wondered if her other patients could somehow tell. That afternoon, Kevin tossed her around the office a bit before tearing her panties off with his bare hands. He saw the buttplug and growled with approval. He fucked her with it in for a while, long enough to make her cum so hard she nearly screamed, then took it out and replaced it with his cock, and filled her asshole with his cum.
After, as she cleaned herself up, he told her that his daughter had urged him to feel her pubic hair recently, to feel how soft it was now as it grew in. He told Annie that as he'd reached into her panties, he'd pushed his middle finger inside her and felt her tighten around him. She'd put her hand against his pants and had gasped appreciatively at his hardness.
"Does it feel good to know you could have her?" she asked.
"i like a challenge," he said dismissively.
"i don't know how to be a challenge," she said.
"i've never met a woman so obviously begging for it," he told her. "even before i fucked you. you'd sit in your chair and squirm like you couldn't keep your pussy under control," he said. "every man in your life has noticed that about you, rest assured."
annie texted her mom that evening. "what does your family think of me?" she asked. "your sister, her husband, your brother, your dad?"
"they think you're a slut," she replied. "they complain about you flaunting your big tits, you never wear a bra to family gatherings, you flirt with your cousins..."
"your brother showed me his cock one time at christmas," annie said.
"yeah he's pulled out his dick on me too," she said.
"hot," annie said. "when?"
"I was 18. home from college," she said. "got drunk with friends and came home late. he was home with his buddies and i was in the kitchen struggling out of my dress. he and his friends helped me take my clothes off. once they had me naked i started jacking them off, and he pulled his out too. my hands were spoken for so i used my mouth on him."
"not your pussy?"
"not until he told me he was getting divorced," she said.
"that was two years ago!" annie said.
"yeah," her mom said. "he still wanted me."
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Run and Hide
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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)
Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, past abuse, cursing, recent murder, feds being awful, boys in trouble, labor pains, improper use of hand sanitizer, giving birth, slightly graphic descriptions of birth and after birth, improper tools for the job, secrets coming out, hurt/comfort, Dom putting his foot in his mouth, Dom being a momentary idiot, past miscarriage, scared boys, baby fear (just for a moment), naughty thoughts in the wrong situation, baby worship, cliffhanger, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature
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The Alpha couldn't answer at first, his mind was racing with too many thoughts. He needed to get The Doctor back, he needed to get his lover out, he needed to get him comfortable, he needed- “You should ask ya mum. I left to follow ‘er because we found out she'd been taking money from the business.” He explained simply. That shouldn't be too overwhelming and he hoped it would get the subject dropped. He walked back over to the door and noticed Doc fighting with someone in a uniform. She was obviously out. Fuck.
He didn't attempt to open the door, there were too many guns trained on him so instead he thought he'd take his mate to their flat. The moment he reached the other man to pick him up the power around them went out and the overhead lights switched from their normal to the back up emergency red. “What the fuck!” Colson growled out, his body tense with contractions. He did not want to have his baby crouched in the fucking lobby next to two dead bodies! “They're all fucking dead! Right? You killed them!”
“Course. Probably jus’ don't know. ‘Ang on luv.” He soothed but the glare he got for it was withering.
“To what? You want me to push Punk’s head back up? Want me to vacuum the little brat? I'm tight Dom but I'm not fucking- fuck! Magic!” The pains were coming faster, barely any time between them and the omega wanted to scream. Of course this would be his luck. Was he really about to be outed on national news?
Dom scoffed before trying to swallow the pit in his throat and he pulled his phone free of his pocket. He dialed Tom’s number and was thankful as hell when the other man answered. “Dom! Fuck- What's happening inside?”
“Inside? Fuck tha’! Wha's 'appening outside? Power went out. I need Doc! I need to get Cols out!”
“Don't! The head guy doesn't know who's who inside. They said even if everyone is dead they can't allow anymore in or out until they send SWAT to clear the whole place and disarm the bombs.” Tom's voice was worried and obviously annoyed with the people in control of the situation.
“Well send ‘em the fuck in! We about to ‘ave a baby in ‘ere. Do ‘ey give a fuck?”
The omega on the other end sighed, Dom could feel his fear and anger. It was sweet honestly, he knew the man wanted to be with them to support his new brother. “I think there's someone higher up trying to use this to their advantage. I've heard whispers about checking our flat for evidence. You have to remember who Kells is to them. Do you want me to explain the emergency?” They both knew the gravity of doing so. To explain the coming child they would be outing Colson as an omega. The leader of one of the biggest crime families in America. Shite.
“No. Fuck. I can do ‘is.” Dom took a deep breath and looked back at his mate. He would do anything to protect him. “So it ain't obvious yet?” His gaze flicked out over the scene outside, over all the crowd gathered and the news crews.
“Not yet. He's too far inside. It's being speculated he was hurt. Can you get him behind the counter?”
“Yeah. I got ‘is.” The Alpha wasn't sure if he did in fact have it but he had to act in control to keep his lover calm. He was confident his best friend was about to agree with him but the line went dead and he heard a funny noise through his phone. When he pulled it away and looked at the screen he realized he suddenly had zero bars. The fuckers were using a jammer? They were going to be completely cut off in a sea of probably thousands paying attention to them. The juxtaposition made him dizzy.
He took one last calming deep breath before turning to set to work. He started by ripping the cushions off the nearby chairs to lay behind the counter in a half arsed nest attempt. When he heard a sound besides his lover's groans he pulled the gun from his waistband and turned to aim but the barrel ended up pointed at Blain and he dropped it automatically. “Why the fuck ain't you outside wiv the Doc?” The Alpha growled, he already had a mate and child in this mess, he didn't need the other one caught inside with the explosives.
“I were making sure everyone died, fanks. Tryna help, not tha’ you deserve it.” The boy was obviously overwhelmed and still terrified and Dom instantly felt awful for snapping. He paused his work to give the kid a quick hug.
“Fanks for tha’. You did good. Can ya ‘elp wiv ‘is? Go find me clean blankets and towels alright?” He was honestly deep down happy to have the young omega with them, he wasn't alone in taking care of Colson.
Blain ran off to do as he was asked and Dom got busy again until his mate asked him a follow up to his earlier query. “So mom got money, why is that bad? It's her company too. She can take what she wants. Why the hell would you follow her for it?” Dom was surprised at how scary the man was even crouching on the floor in pain. His growling voice urged the Alpha to submit.
“Because it were a crazy amount. The boys was worried so I jus’... Figured I'd check. She were sending money to the ‘ospital.” He hoped that would be enough to satisfy his lover's wondering but of course not. It could never be so easy.
“And? She loves that place. She's been obsessed with it since Travis died. She spends a lot of time there. I'm glad she has something to keep- fuck! To keep b- busy.” The omega tried to keep his mind on other things than the feeling of his body ripping apart from asshole to dick. It was madness that anyone would do this shit more than once. Could anything be worth it?
Dom couldn't stop himself from snorting a laugh. “Course she was.” He grumbled and startled when the emergency phone on the wall rang. They shared a look but he answered it and almost cheered aloud when he heard Mod on the other end.
“They don't know about this one. It's running on the backup. How's it going in there?” The beta asked.
“Oh ya know, jus’ about to ‘ave a baby. You?” He knew he shouldn't be glib but he couldn't help it. The whole ordeal was absolutely mental. He was sure if everything went smoothly they'd laugh about it one day but he was pissed that the government was risking his family.
“Probably worse actually. You should be glad you're stuck in there. Collette showed up.” That one sentence told Dom all he needed to know but Mod still held the phone in the direction of raised voices. He could hear Tim shouting and he wondered why he sounded so affected by the situation he knew was playing out. He sounded more heartbroken than anything.
“You doing alright?” He paused to ask, he cared about the beta and he knew this might upset him. He could on occasion show he had something resembling heart.
“I'm just scared for Cols.”
“Me too. But one fing at a time.”
“He doesn't know?”
“Can't tell ‘im yet. Baby first.”
“I fucking heard that asshole!” Kells cursed from his spot on the floor and Dom huffed, putting the phone on speaker as Blain came back with blankets. They set about to get the nest more comfortable before he moved to pick up his lover and carry him to the more hidden and comfortable spot. He could scent the pain rolling off his mate and it broke his heart. He wished he could take it all away. “Mod?” The man's voice went soft when he realized he could hear his best friend.
“Hey brother, sounds like you're having fun.” The beta teased.
“Oh fuck you, it's the worst. I'm never doing this shit again! Don't you dare fucking knock up Tom. I'll cut your dick off for him.” He could hear the other omega laughing and he flushed. He hadn't realized they were on speaker as well.
“Where did you get the idea we'd even-”
“Oi come off it bruv, we ain't tha’ daft.” Dom rolled his eyes.
“Actually you'd be surprised. Guess who's door I found out swung both ways and I never fucking noticed?” Col knew it wasn't the right time but he couldn't help needing to gossip with his partner. Dom was always the first person he told everything to.
Dom arched a brow as pieces started falling in place, the puzzle that was taking shape almost made him laugh. No wonder Tim was shouting before. He was honestly surprised they couldn't still hear him. “Who?” He went ahead and let his man tell him, he knew how much fun it was for him. Even when he knew the news already or Colson had already told him he let him say it again.
“Travis! Him, Tim, and mom were all together. Although I guess Tim was more fruity than Trav cause-” Col was cut off by a few cleared throats on the other side of the phone and he blushed. Oops. He'd forgotten they were on the phone and on speaker on top of that.
“I'm not sure about fruity but I'm not the one with a closet Barbie threw up in.” The older beta teased and the omega wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out.
“Got a point. Luv, time to strip.” Dom’s tone took on something more no-nonsense. They could play fuss all they wanted to distract the man but someone had to get the baby out safely.
Colson’s eyes went wide as he looked around, they were thankfully hidden from the windows but he still felt exposed. He was tempted to ask his lover to carry him up to their apartment but he knew better. He'd end up giving birth on the damn stairwell. Dom didn't give him time to worry, he just pulled Col’s messy shoes off and started tugging his pants and underwear down. Everything was probably ruined and it pissed him off but at least it wasn't his normal clothes. He'd already decided he wasn't having more kids, he could stand to lose the pregnancy pants. The shoes however…
“Bloody ‘ell!” The young omega cursed when he got an accidental look between Col’s thighs. The Alpha gave him a chiding look but turned a bit pale when he looked.
“You both get off on ripping people apart but this is too much? Fuck you!” He could feel tears burning his eyes but he fought them back. He knew logically he'd balk at the sight so he couldn't blame them. He was just glad he couldn't see.
“No luv, it's beautiful!” The killer tried to fix it but his voice broke like the teenager he actually was and multiple people snorted at his lie. Those on the phone couldn't see thankfully but they could imagine. “‘Ey, Colson- it's our baby coming, yeah you a mess but you beautiful. Don't listen to ‘em.”
When the Alpha pressed his forehead to Col’s and tried to breathe with him it soothed something in the man's chest. So what his pussy was a wreck? “Not like you ever get to use it again.” He huffed through grit teeth. His contractions were constant and the burn was insane. He was sure he was being roasted over an open flame. He wanted to make a joke about nuts and fires but he wasn't sure anyone would understand.
“Baby? Can you hear me?” Collette’s soft voice was music to his ears and a sob broke free as Dom gave him space and handed him the phone.
“Mom? I need you.” Both boys gave him a soft look and he thought he saw their eyes wet too but all he could focus on was her and the pain rushing through him.
“No you don't. You have your family and I'm here but you can do this. You don't need me and you don't need Doc. Your body knows what to do. Listen to it.” She kept her voice even and sweet and it loosened something tight and dark in his chest. He hadn't realized how young and small and helpless Megan had made him feel but she had broken something inside him when he had to agree with her. He could still feel her cut searing but it was all blending together. He just hoped he didn't get rabies from her shank ass.
“Why the fuck would you say that? The last time I listened to my stupid body I let an idiot Alpha knock me up!” He cried back and Dom gave him a blinding smile. Psycho bitch. He was adorable.
“Are you trying to tell me that's not the first good decision of your life?” She huffed.
“Fanks mum.” The Alpha smiled brighter, of course she would be sucking up to him though but he was so messed up and terrified deep down he'd take what he could get.
“Yeah, thanks. Trying to make him cockier? I can promise you he doesn't need the damn h-help- shit!” Another cramp locked his body up and he suddenly didn't feel he was in the right position. He could feel Punk moving inside him and laying down felt wrong.
He handed the phone to Blain who moved to his side and Dom held him steady as he rolled to all fours before kneeling on the cushions and spreading his legs wide. He gripped the edge of the counter to hold himself up and his mate frog crouched behind him, his strong hands rubbing kinks out of his lower spine but the relief was distant.
“See? Just listen to your body. You know what to do.” Collette hummed and he arched a brow, looking around for hidden cameras or a peep hole somewhere. It turned out she just knew his ass that well and he hoped he could end up half the mother she was.
“Hey bitches! Hey Batman, can you tell me how dilated Col is?” The Doctor spoke up and Dom blinked a moment before realizing he was Batman.
“Batman? Fuck that. Absolutely not. He doesn't get to play hero. He's Dexter for fucks sake!” Colson complained and the Alpha had to agree.
“You can tell me that again after you're not hating him for the baby. Now Dom, I need you to put your fingers together and try to fit them inside him. Tell me how many go easy.”
“Sounds like most our nights but alright.” The killer teased and got a laugh from his mate.
It was taking Dom too long to make a move and Kells started getting nervous. He heard a zip and a strange noise and he looked in time to see the fucker holding a lighter under his fingers. “Holy shit! There's alcohol right the fuck there!” Col’s voice went high and the Alpha shrugged but moved to find the sanitizer his lover noted. After cleaning his hands he shook them dry and slid his touch where he was supposed to. “Of all the psycho shit-” His complaint was cut off as Dom pulled free, the way the other man acted told Col he was in more shock than he was trying to let on. More than anything he wanted them to hold each other and connect but they'd have to wait. He just looked forward to the entire mess being over. There was too much happening all at once.
“Four.” The boy explained, sucking his fingers clean but he'd already forgotten about the sanitizer and he made a face. That was alright, he could lick his lover clean after the birth.
“Damnit. It looks like this is happening without the rest of us. Col? Like your mom said you can do this. Listen to yourself and that baby, let them help. You'll be fine.” The Doctor soothed but the omega had a hard time believing it. He'd spent his life denying and hating what he was and hiding it with anything that worked. Hell, he'd entered the hotel with a jacket covering his belly and his glasses still on. He took blockers for the first week of his pregnancy and he'd been fighting himself and lying every step of the way. How could he listen to his body now? How would it know what to do? He'd been faking Alpha so long it was hard to believe there was any omega left.
“You can do this mumma. We got you.” Blain spoke softly but surely and he reached out a hand to lay over one of Colson's. He'd said the word before as a joke but he sounded so serious now. “They wiv us too. Watching over yas. Ya dad and ya baby.”
Kells didn't know if he believed in an afterlife, he liked the thought of his enemies burning in hell but the rest of it sounded so far-fetched. Besides if Satan was real he was already a devil on Earth, but the thought of Travis being with him and his lost child too… He couldn't make himself smile but he nodded at the boy. Dom went quiet but he didn't have the strength to interrogate him.
“I fink it's time to push.” The boy squeezed his hand and Colson had to agree, he could feel the baby dropping even further down.
“Can I at least have drugs?” He couldn't help but tease. Even a joint would be heaven.
“As a wise woman said to me earlier today, nut up buttercup. You can do wiv'out. You the strongest man I know. Plus…” Dom knew it was a risk and might have the complete opposite effect. He could make the comment and piss his mate off but he still leaned close and whispered in his ear. “Sooner you ‘ave our baby and ‘eal, the sooner you can fuck me proper.” He purred before sitting back and adding- “Besides, you take me knot all the time, Punk's bound to be smaller.”
There was a noise like a scoff from the phone and even though Colson partially hated his lover in the moment he had to defend the truth. They all deserved a little shame anyway and he wanted to fuck with everyone. “He's not wrong. Monster fucking cock on this wanker.” He stole an insult from his partner and beared down. While Dom was correct it still wasn't the fucking same, his knot didn't have shoulders or legs or nails.
The pain burning through him made time blur for the omega, he was overwhelmed and crying out with every breath. He knew he probably sounded insane as he growled and cursed and grunted, but he didn't care. Anything to get him through it. Dominic stayed close and kept soothing him the entire time, rubbing his back and whispering encouragement. Colson wouldn't admit it but the promise his lover gave helped him more than almost anything, he kept the picture of the killer on his belly with his ass in the air in the front of his mind and let everything else drift.
Every time someone said “push” he tried, he felt like one of Yungblud's victims with his organs gushing out between his thighs but he knew that wasn't the case. It was a fucking human. He was pushing a human being out. Oh fuck. In a quiet moment between tries as the Alpha leaned close and kissed his temple and licked over his split lip the man whimpered. “I can't fucking do it. I've been shitty to them. No wonder they don't want to come out. They can feel how awful I've been.”
“‘Ush tha’. You ain't been awful. You fink I ain't caught you in the shower? I know why you want alone time luv. I ‘ear yas. You a good mum already and our lil one knows it. Wha' ya mean ‘ey ain't wanna come out? It's a monf early! Punk can't wait to meet yas. Jus' breave wiv me and push. Already almost done.” Dom gently took his hand and led it between his legs where he felt something strange poking out of him. He was so lost to pain it took him a moment to realize it was his baby.
Dom sat back again and Kells leaned back against his chest, one arm wrapping around his lover's neck. The Alpha held him up as he grit his teeth for the next contraction and pushed like his life depended on it. He knew it did quite literally but it did figuratively as well. His entire life was about to begin in earnest with his whole family. Colson was pretty sure he was putting every sailor to shame with his mouth but it was better than focusing on how bizarre he felt. He could tell when his baby's shoulders were out, their hips, and finally those little feet they'd been kicking him with. Blain had set the phone down to get a towel ready and help catch the infant, and the kid sat back gently cleaning them once they were free.
Dominic helped his mate settle back on the nest and eased him out of his jacket and shirt. They shared a nervous look when the baby didn't automatically cry. You could have heard a pin drop as they listened for its first breath. Blain must have been told something by The Doctor when they weren't paying attention because he pulled the baby close and put his mouth over their tiny face? What the fuck?
Colson felt he could breathe again at the sound of his child's first cry. Frankly he thought he might join the little brat but when Dom took the baby to help lay them on Col’s chest his brain went quiet of everything but them. Their breath, their whimpers, all he could see was their scrunched up face and so small hands. His mate got their child comfortable against his chest and a shiver went through him. Something clicked into place in his heart, mind, and soul. “Oh, it was you.” He didn't know what he meant by that, the one he was waiting for? The one he was living for? The reason he existed at all? It didn't have to make sense, he knew it was all fucking true.
Dom pulled the towel away so he could look over his child. The emergency lights made everything red but at least he could see the important bits. Ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, and a perfect button nose. Rose bud lips wide open to scream their displeasure. Honestly the Alpha understood. Fuck the world, all that mattered was what he had in front of him.
“Looks like another boy to me.” Blain hummed, staying close but seemingly scared to interrupt too much. Dom pulled him closer and the boy smiled, reaching out to pet the baby's belly.
After a moment the little one settled down and opened his eyes enough Dom noticed something. His brows furrowed from nerves and he gently checked between his son's legs. “An alpha boy.” He whispered and swallowed hard. It didn't change how much he loved him already but the fear still tickled the back of his mind. ‘With you as a dad there's no way they'll turn out like them.’ The words his mate had said months ago circled his mind and he tried so desperately to believe him.
“Perfect Alpha boy. Just like Daddy.” Kells sniffled and forced his gaze away from his son to meet Dom’s eyes. It was something they'd both feared but now that he was here he felt silly for worrying. His son wouldn't grow up to hurt people, at least not in a bad way. With his father for example he would be kind and loving and perfect. Those little red eyes turned to him as he looked between the baby's and Dom's, a matching set and both so beautiful. “Shit I'm being roofied.”
Dom snorted a laugh and realized he was crying softly too. “Wha’ ya mean?” He asked and the omega huffed.
“All those fucking baby hormones. Bitches are making me a pussy but look at him.” They had to admit Punk was amazing.
“Bit messy innit? Suppose we all are.” Blain joked, wiping a bit more gunk off the infant. All of them were soaked in blood and worse but it didn't matter. “Family of fucked up we is.”
Colson grinned but he could feel something wrong inside him. He wanted to bask in the moment but it felt like he was still having contractions. “Something- fuck. Dom?” He whimpered, looking to the killer as if he could solve all the world's problems.
“Hey Batman?” The Doctor asked from the other end of the phone. The Alpha huffed and picked it up, his heart in his throat. What else could possibly be wrong? They'd just had a baby fucks sake. “You have to clip the cord and maybe even help him with the afterbirth.” She explained and his brows scrunched up. The bloody what now?
Kells felt like facepalming against Punk’s little hand, he knew to expect that but he'd been so wrapped up in his littlest man. “Do what you have to. Just don't interrupt us.” He grumbled, pulling the baby higher on his chest. He could hear The Doctor explaining but he didn't care. He just wanted to stare at his new love forever.
The Alpha arched a brow as he listened but handed the phone to the young omega and then he searched around for something to tie off the cord. Eventually he settled on ripping the bottom of his shirt and dipping it into the alcohol. It didn't quite feel safe enough but if he lit it on fire it would just burn away. He could tell his mate was starting to hurt more by the sweat on his brow but the man just watched their boy. It was a beautiful sight. He gently pet over his son's belly before tying the strip of cloth around the cord and close to his skin. He had no idea what he was doing but it felt right. The other strip went around it closer to Col’s core and the moment he was close he found it oddly difficult not to… play. He'd never thought himself too Alpha, in fact he fought it every day of his life. In that moment with his whelp on his mate's chest he was warring with his instincts more than ever.
He forced himself to pull back and he searched for one of his blades. When he couldn't find one he looked to Blain but the kid just shrugged and nodded in the direction of Megan. Dom cursed under his breath and stalked over to her, his head tilting when it looked as if she moved. He was sure she was dead but his anxiety was running high. He pulled the knife out of her guts and fought his urge to flay her skin. He didn't need to follow his ritual, he needed to help his lover. His family. He had to be a father and Alpha first. He had to learn priorities.
Blain watched his new father figure as he wiped off the blade and pulled out his lighter and the man tried to sterilize the metal. He held the flame close as he walked back over and parts of it looked almost red hot by the time he settled between Colson's spread legs. The boy was confused at what was happening, he didn't understand birth and was legitimately fucking terrified after watching it. Alphas didn't scare him for shite really but after seeing what unfolded he knew his adoptive mum was a badass. He tried to unobtrusively slip his hand in Colson's so the man could squeeze him if anything hurt. “Got a name yet?” He asked, trying to keep their minds busy. He wanted to help however he could to prove he could finally belong somewhere.
Dom shared a look with his partner but it was mostly playful. Kells had refused to talk about it once since they got together. It was too soon, or not safe, and they shouldn't get attached, which the Alpha called bollocks every time to no avail. He had ideas but he wouldn't force it. They didn't need one right away.
Col flushed under his mate's teasing glare before Dom dropped his eyes to go back to his work. He tried to ignore it as he cut the umbilical cord but he could feel his need to push growing. “I was too scared to come up with one. Maybe you can help us?” The omega offered and the teen smiled so bright before trying to control himself.
“Yeah tha’ might be cool.” Blain cleared his throat. They didn't need to know how attached he already felt. He grimaced when the grip on his palm got tighter but it didn't hurt. He trusted them both and knew they'd never cause him pain. It almost enraged him how much he trusted them. He'd not even known them a bloody month, but Dominic saved him and they both took him in. There was just something about them that made him feel safe.
Punk’s little lips screwed up again as if he were going to scream but after a moment he just mouthed at Col’s chest and it took the man a second to realize what he needed. “Oh. Ohhh- I'm supposed to let you find it right?” He asked like the baby could reply but when that whimper started up again he had to help him latch. He knew he'd find his own way eventually but it didn't make sense to let him cry. The first pull at his nipple was a shock to his system, he hadn't even let Dom play with his tits much in weeks. He was too worried about exactly this but now that it was happening he was enraptured. “Look at you. Mouth just like your Daddy too.”
Dom laughed, his eyes going wide but he knew his lover was a mess of oxytocin and other bonding hormones. He was pretty sure he was too because so much of him wanted to suck his mate clean with his mouth. He damn well knew Colson wouldn't like that though, at least not in their current situation. He made himself calm down and focus on the task at hand and the next few minutes were a blur of scents and sounds of pain. Once the afterbirth was free he set it aside in a bag, confused about what exactly he should do with it. Blain made a face but was mostly focused on the other man and he was happy to see his family bonding. He wanted nothing more than to lay with them and snuggle but he had to get them out of this mess.
The Alpha laid a towel over his lover's lower body and pressed a kiss to his son's cheek and his partner's forehead. He got a growl for ruffling Blain's hair but he just grinned back before standing up to take the phone and start looking around. The SWAT team should have been inside by now, the bomb squad at least. The fact that no one was coming in had him scared but as he walked to the front door it swung open. “Well fuck.” He sighed, a little surprised and annoyed at who had entered. When the man raised a gun in his direction he furrowed his brow- they'd had a discussion earlier that day but he didn't think it went that bad.
“You- you're- you?” A wet voice sounded behind him in shock before a cough and he turned to see Megan trying to sit up like every villain in every horror movie he'd ever seen. He knew he'd only shot her in the upper chest but he thought coupled with the stab wound it would have been enough.
The gun in front of him went off and he saw her fall back with a mess of white and gray matter spraying the wall behind her. His nose wrinkled and his ears hurt. Bullets were just so brutal. No artwork. “Head shots always put the bitches down.” The Alpha wanted to tell the newcomer to shut the fuck up, Colson possibly couldn't see them from where he was hidden and he didn't want him finding out yet. It was too much for his system.
Dom would swear he felt the air go cold and even his son's suckling went quiet a moment. His head was a mess of protecthurtcomfort but he couldn't stop this train from going off the rails. “Is that- it can't be.” Col's voice sounded so young and broken. Dom could tell it wasn't the first bad reaction the man might have gotten, his lip was split and he had a black eye. Neither had been there when they met earlier in the day.
He stepped closer to the other and got in his face. It was a warning not to hurt his mate anymore than he had to. He knew deep down this could be good for his partner but healing would take time if he ever fully could. The man smiled at him and nodded as if he was proud, Dom couldn't care less in the moment, not after everything. The only people he looked to for praise were in a nest on the floor and standing outside. “I talked to the feds, they know she was a rogue Alpha and the two of you are mated. She would have been in deep shit for trying to kill them. They'll want to come clear the bombs but with me back they won't fuck with Cols.” The man patted his shoulder before looking over at the others, Colson had let out another broken noise at his words.
Dom watched like it was a car accident he couldn't stop and he just hoped eventually it would turn out alright. He followed close and when they turned around the counter Kells looked like the lost boy he was. With Punk on his chest and Blain next to him looking between everyone so confused, the omega started to cry again though he'd barely stopped. He'd never felt so overwhelmingly happy and broken at the same time.
“What the fuck Travis?”
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Oh no a cliffhanger! Don't worry, I have the next one ready. This was just getting so long already. Just one more chapter before part two I think! I hope you enjoy this one because I adore writing them as a little family. They're so cute! Where has Travis been? What will Col do now? Does the public know? We'll find out soon. Hope you're enjoying it! 💣🩸🖤
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Hello Tom,
I have been reading the questions that you and your wife are answering for some time now.
I noticed a lot of similarities, apart from the fact that we don't use, let's say, a replacement penis. My wife doesn't like having anything inside her, so she likes that I'm reserved. On the one hand, that I don't try to penetrate her, on the other hand, that she can be sure that I can't have sex with any other woman either.
When I read the questions from men here and in other forums, it seems that 99.9% of men want their wife to close them off to increase their own lust (but only for as long as it causes lust), they become a sissy or become a cuckold. Apart from them, I have not yet met a couple that even remotely lives together in the same constellation.
Do you know anything about a second couple living together?
If I understand what you are asking, we do not know if any other real life couple who engages in any of this. In fact, most of our friends seem to be sexually conservative. Rarely do they even make off color jokes.
I have heard remarks from some of the husbands implying that they aren't even having sex anymore. Most of our friends are in their 50s to 70s, so it's possible that age or health issues have led to this. I have been blessed with good health, and I am physically active; my wife is similarly active, which may explain our continued libido.
That said, my wife and I both understand that what we do is at the extreme end of orgasm control. I think that most couples play with more frequent unlocking.
Also, there are a lot of couples *out there* who are not into sissification, cuckolding, or humiliation. We hear from them often enough to make me think that they are the silent majority of locked & keyholder couples. They tend to be older, and not as active on the internet.
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Some sketches 'cause I got bored in class. :>
[BATIM OC/Self-insert]
The Wandering Soul.
A strange soul floating around the studio, no one know or have ever met her in any circle before. Perhaps this is something new that can help Henry to break this loop?
She call herself Wander.
She appeared in chapter 2, when Henry got his concious back after walked in to the circle. He stood up and looked around just to saw this ghost girl floating and staring at him. Henry almost got a heart attack back then. Wander apologized and asked if she can go with the old man. She said that he is the only person she find familiar with, perhaps Henry can help her to remember who she was. Henry had no other choices but agree with her. Wander then escorted Henry to find the exit throughout the story.
About something else:
She can float and walk through object, wall,... just like a ghost. She also can enter Henry's body and take control of it, if she want.
She also help Henry to avoid Ink Demon or give him warning before Ink appear.
Wander have beef with Ink, she wants to punch him in the face whenever they encouter. Ink also doesn't like her because she always stay close to Henry and he can't "suprise" Henry anymore.
She also have some love-hate feeling with Alice.
She thinks Allison and Tom are pretty cool. "Aww, they looked like a married couple."
She calls Sammy a simp, or cult leader.
"Ohoho, who is a good boi? Who is a good boy? It's you Boris, It's youuuuuuuu." A lot of head pat for Boris.
Wander is Vietnamese, sometimes she gets angry and curses in her own language. No one know what it means but they know it's bad.
Her favourite weapon is the axe.
P/s: I don't ship her with Ink, I just enjoy those two cursing and fight the other.
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Increased Senses
(So this fic is based off of my 1st tickle headcanon, so sorry if it's a bit out of character. I suck at writing dialogue. Also, there are feet tickles in this one, too, so @eunchancorner, don't read this fic cause i know how much you hate this kind of stuff)
Ler(s): Edd and Matt
Lee: Tom
"EDD!" Tom yelled out
Edd bit his lip. It looks like Tom was mad again
Tom marched out of his room, broken bass in hand, Uh Oh.
"EDD, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO SUSAN?!" Tom screamed
"Sorry Tom, there was a spider and-" Edd tried to explain
"A SPIDER?! THAT'S YOUR EXCUSE FOR BREAKING SUSAN?!" Tom was in disbelief on how careless Edd was being
"Tom, I just wanted to see how susan worked, I panicked and... I used susan to kill it..." Edd sighed
"UGH! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU ARE SO CARELESS! LOOK HOW DAMAGED SHE IS! THIS IS GONNA COST ME A FORTUNE TO FIX!" Tom screamed
Matt came in, a little startled at how loud Tom was being. "Why is Tom so mad?!" Matt asked
"Tom, Susan isn't a person. I'm sorry for breaking her. If it makes you feel better, I can help you fix her and-" Edd tried to calm his friend down, but he was getting angrier by the second.
"NO! I DON'T TRUST YOU WITH MY SHIT! WHAT ABOUT THE LAST TIME WHEN YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T BREAK HER AGAIN HUH?! IT'S LIKE YOU THINK THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU! IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT ME!" Tom vented, but flinched when he felt his eyes turning purple.
Edd and Matt stared in shock at Tom's body movement. He never usually acts like this.
"I... Just leave me alone." Tom clutched his head as he walked back to his room, but forgetting to lock the door
"Did you notice how weird he was acting?" Matt asked
"Yeah... I guess I really messed up..." Edd sighed
"Should we go check on him?" Matt reluctantly asked with concern, as growls were coming from Tom's room
"I think we should give him a break..." Edd said.
Two minutes passed, so Edd and Matt decided it was time to check on Tom.
Edd gently knocked on the door. "...Tom?"
No answer
"Tom, are you alright?" Edd knocked again, a little harder
"We wanna help you! What are you doing in there?" Matt asked
"...Not now!" Tom responded
Edd sighed. This wasn't getting anywhere. However, Tom forgot to lock the door.
"...Tom?" Edd asked again, him and Matt gently stepping in, which startled the eyeless man
Edd and Matt froze at the sight.
Tom still looked normal, except he had big purple ears, a tail, and his teeth were huge.
"Tom?! What's wrong with your face?!" Matt asked in fear
"No! I-I said, don't come in!" Tom wasn't mad anymore. He was outright scared now, his friends finally know.
"Tom, explain this... Are those accessories?" Edd asked, confused and frightened.
Tom looked nervous.
"Do you remember that monster that attacked you when you had powers?" Tom asked hesitantly
"Yeah."
"That was me..." Tom looked away nervously
Edd's jaw dropped. "That was... you?!"
"Yep."
"B-But how?! Why did you-" Edd had so many questions.
"It's because I got mad. When Eduardo punched me, it really hurt, and I got mad, so I turned into that giant monster thing because I wanted some payback.. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"So... you turn into that thing when you're mad?" Matt asked
"Basically... So, can you two not tell anyone about this? I don't wanna be arrested or experimented on..." Tom responded, worried
"Well, I guess this secret is safe with us. Right Matt?" Edd said with a slight smile.
"Yep! Don't worry, Tom! We won't tell anyone!" Matt said in a friendly, comforting tone.
Tom let out a relieved sigh
"But, you need to try to control this form of yours. You can't just overreact over the smallest things. You know that." Edd scolded, poking Tom in the side.
Tom squeaked a little at the slight ticklish poke
"O-Okahay." Tom giggled.
Edd couldn't poke help but poke him again, Tom's giggles raised a tad pitch
"Q-Quit pokihihing mehe!" Tom warned
"What's so funny, Tom?" Matt asked, poking Tom in the other side
"I-It tihickles dumbass." Tom responded, cursing himself for doing so.
Edd grinned, this will be fun..
Edd pushed Tom softly onto his bed, Tom let out a slight "Oof!"
"Hey! Why would you-"
Matt grinned as he held up Tom's arms.
"NO!" Tom pleaded in pure ticklish fear..
Edd rolled his eyes and dug his fingers into Tom's belly.
"EHEHEDD QUHIHIHT IT!" Tom laughed, but something was different. The feeling felt way more ticklish than it normally was
"Aw Tom, I thought you said you weren't ticklish here." Edd teased
"I-I DIHID!" Tom was confused, why did it tickle so much?!
"Well then, I guess your sensitivity raised a pitch." Edd giggled, speeding up the pace.
Tom started squirming around as Edd dug into his underarms.
"PFFFT NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! GET OHOHOFF!" Tom pleaded
"Hey Edd, can I have a go?" Matt asked eagerly
"Why not?" Edd was eager for a second ler
Matt let go of Tom's arms and started spidering over Tom's sides.
"MAHAHAHATT, EHEHEHEDD! GEHEHET OFF MEHEHEHE!"
"But you're so tickle-tickle-ticklish!" Edd cooed, which increased the blush on Tom's face.
"Coochie Coochie Coo!" Matt teased in a childlike tone, spidering over Tom's feet.
Tom screamed! From the embarrassing teases and the intense ticklish feeling, he felt like his heart was gonna stop.
"NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHORE! I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IT ANYMOHOHORE!" Tom begged, Fuck this tickled so badly! Tears of mirth were pouring down his face as well.
"Wow, who knew you were this ticklish Tom?" Edd was in awe over this sudden sensitivity.
But he and Matt noticed his little monster details slowly fading, he was normal again.
The Duo ceased their tickling and looked at their panting friend.
"Are you okay Tom?" Matt Patted his friends stomach
Tom nodded, or at least tried to anyway.
"Sorry if we bothered you, we'll leave you alone if that's what you want." Edd tried to rub the ghost tickles away.
"I... kind of need it... yeah.." Tom muttered
"Bye Tom!" Matt waved as he and Edd left the room.
Tom wiped away the tickle tears and sighed. He grabbed his Tomee Bear plush and snuggled it, slowly falling asleep.
Those two may get on his nerves, but maybe he loved those idiots.
(Aight, all done, this fic was long af.)
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I don’t know what to think of Logan and Marcia. Because I get why they’d be in to each other, why they’d marry each other and stay married. Logan has money and Marcia is composed, clever, and conniving and I think Logan would like that (so long as she didn’t attempt to usurp him). I never got the vibe that there were any real feelings involved, which is why I was so surprised that Marcia left Logan after Rhea (controversial opinion, but I don’t think Logan and Rhea were ever a thing, Rhea seems too well-adjusted for that IMO). I can get Marcia’s cattiness with Kerry, and obviously I get Logan fucking around but I never understood why it was with Kerry because she brings nothing to the table the way Marcia, Rhea, and even Caroline do.
I’m also interested in her loyalty to Logan. Part of it was that he had all the power, but Marcia’s very big on betrayal and even used the word “traitors” a few times, which made it seem more personal.
I’m curious about why Shiv dislikes her so much (but Shiv hates everyone, so…) and I’m interested in Marcia’s beef with Willa and her weird kinship with Greg. I think Marcia thinks people see her as an older Willa and resents that bc they’re on different levels but I do not get why anyone but Tom would like Greg lmao.
Logan and Rhea weren't sexually involved
and she was also clearly playing him
but I think it's clear they were still a thing
especially because being romantically involved with someone and playing them is kind of expected in this world at least to Logan, he says it about Marcia
and it's to the point that Logan doesn't know if his judgment is impaired because he's so swept up in her
which also happens with Kerry, he pushes for her to become an anchor
and it's only when he repeatedly sees how people are making fun of her audition tape that he's like OK well kill it
which is actually an interesting aspect of Logan, particularly since he can eventually admit to being worried about not thinking clearly because he's infatuated with a woman
Marcia leaves because Logan isn't discreet, everyone knows that he's infatuated with Rhea and it's even worse than with Sally-Anne, and she has a sense of dignity. It's one thing to have affairs, it's another thing to flaunt them
It's also interesting you never got the vibe that there were real feelings involved with Marcia and Logan when I thought it existed at one point because one of the most, if not the most, vulnerable scenes we see of him when he's alive is with her
yet I don't think loyalty is why she stayed, they negotiated more money and more power in the company for her in season 3 when Logan asks her not to divorce him because of the optics, they had an arrangement
In terms of Kerry, it's interesting because she kind of just shows up one episode and then her screen time grows with each season little by little and we don't have much backstory but when we see her talk to Greg we do see her have the same type of sharpness, no bullshitting attitude
while also being someone who is taking care of him, like Marcia isn't there anymore, he isn't going to rely on his kids, so not only does she sometimes act as an intermediary and a translator to the siblings,
she's doing the things Marcia used to do, like when she knows about his UTI plus she's young and ambitious and probably won't say "awesome" too much.
Shiv's dislike of Marcia comes down to power plays and control and who has more of it. Shiv likes to try and take control of situations and she's repeatedly told to stay in her lane by Logan or by Kendall,
even by Roman (though I'm thinking more of this latest episode)
and that's something she continuously navigates abd pushes back against but she's used to it coming from her brothers and her father and men but then there's Marcia -- and to Shiv, who is Marcia, really? just some other woman -- who plainly tells her that she's not in control
and that's also coupled with the access Marcia has/had to Logan that Shiv couldn't/can't get her own father
like when she wants to go see him after he comes out of the hospital and Marcia won't let her upstairs, Shiv talks to the staff and says "I'm Logan's daughter, I just wanted to thank you for all you do" as a way to establish that she's the authority and they should be taking their cues from her not Marcia
combined with the fact that unlike the old guard who will act sycophantic, Marcia expresses the contempt she has and it's specifically to Shiv about Shiv
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Just read that anon about the video, and I have to say it actually sounds legit. I don't see them asking for privacy unless they felt invaded and they were promised privacy at this resort in that way so it should've been respected. As far as I know, they've never really asked for stuff especially regarding privacy not even when that tik tok girl recorded them at the Crazy Horse place in Paris, and that was actually invasive. For all we know she recorded conversation and just didn't release it. That was invading for sure. I think the lack of respect we as fans have sometimes is so telling and it's sad. Two of the nicest celebrities and we can't let them alone for a little bit. And YESSS girl, I stand with you on social media. It's not everything. Someone said, Tom has changed. I don't think he has at all actually. Definitely more mature, but, still playful and loving from what I see on the outside. He's too diplomatic I think honestly, he let's people say things but doesn't really respond and when he does people attack him because they aren't use to him responding. He ain't passive, he just seems to always take the high road. Very admirable. This is about to be a married man, he is doing exactly what I would want my man to do celebrity or not. Protect me boo, and I will thank you later for it. Adore them as a couple and I hope the constant scrutiny they each endure, especially him, doesn't ruin anything. This world could really use the kindness, we see so little of it. Especially on Twitter. That's another story . Anywho, love your blog ma'am. Keep up the great work. Stay neutral and kind as always.
Awww... thanks Anon for the kind words about my blog. ❤
In answer to your ask....I agree with everything you've said.
I promised myself I wouldn't discuss this anymore, but I keep breaking my promises..... 🤦🏾♀️
Anyway, I agree w/you...
I feel like the main issue in this case was the fact that they were on vacation with each other and they had more than likely chosen the place/location specifically for its privacy. So to see that someone deliberately broke resort policy and not only filmed them w/out their consent, but also went out of their way to POST it PUBLICLY for the world to see? 👀
Yeaaaa.....I can see how that didn't go over too well with either of them. 🥴
I don't blame them for feeling a little violated. It wasn't even the paps who caught them (who celebrities realize they just can't control, no matter how much they wish they could), but it was a fan/hotel guest!! 😳 Someone who doesn't even make their living trying to get celebrity photos caught them. I can see how TZ were worried that it would start to cause an influx of fans and maybe even paps to catch on to their location and snap even more pictures and post them online. 🤦🏾♀️
So yea, I totally get it why Tom and Z weren't feeling that too much. 🥴 I don't see anything wrong with them speaking up about it, especially if the location they were vacationing at was supposed to be private and had a strict policy against photographing guests against their consent...especially celebrities.
Re: Social media, lack of respect, etc
Yep! I agree with this also. I think social media has caused fans to overstep their boundaries a bit when it comes to celebrities. 👀 Just being honest. While I can totally understand the excitement and whatever, I think some fans need to just put themselves in the shoes of their celebrity faves for a hot second. Think about how YOU would feel if strangers did certain things to you! It might not feel all that nice.
That's not even going into the haters who post hurtful, mean and unkind things to celebrities on their posts, or tag them in tweets bashing them for no good reason, etc. 😔 Yea, some ppl can say, "well just ignore it" (and I'm sure many celebs try to), but at the end of the day, they're still human, and sometimes words hurt! Especially when you know that these ppl don't know a thing about you personally, or lies have been spread about you all over the internet and ppl are reacting to the lie instead of the truth that you know. It's just crazy. 🥴
Re: Tom...
Yea, I don't think Tom has really changed who he is as a person either! I mean, I'm sure he's seen the downsides to massive fame, and has kind of learned a bit how to be more wise with his fans and fame level. But overall, he's obviously still the nice, kind, good guy that we've always known, and fan encounters and the things that ppl say about him reflect that! 😃
And yea girl.... I want my man to PROTECT me too!! Shoot lol.... 😂 If anything, ppl could argue that he was really protecting Zendaya with that plea to take down the video, because in all honesty, Tom's back was to the camera, so he could have been any old dude walking along the beach. But it was Zendaya who's face could be clearly seen in the video, on her bikini, splashing in the water.....
Anyway....
I adore them as a couple too Anon 🥰, and I really wish that this world would be more kind to others.
I believe it was the Dalai Lama who said:
Be kind whenever possible. It is ALWAYS possible. - Dalai Lama
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still thinking about Daria
in some ways I'm glad I never watched Daria as a teenager. I don't know that at 16 I would have been able to take away from it the things about it that I like so much now as an adult. that said, in some ways I do feel like it would have done me some good.
a little over a week ago I had expressed to @djangodurango that I often feel uncomfortable giving feedback on art/writing to people I don't know well and who haven't explicitly asked for anything aside from an acknowledgement that I've seen it. This is because, I said, people often take my feedback to heart. Even an offhand (and not even necessarily negative) remark in the past has been enough to discourage people from continuing on their work and, I said, I was tired of wielding that kind of responsibility. So unless I have a glowing endorsement to dispense, I usually don't say anything at all.
Of course, bringing it up with her only made me think more about why that might be. Why *do* people take what I say so seriously? Why should the opinion of one person have so much weight? Why my opinion specifically? "I'm just saying stuff," I believe were my exact words. "There's no reason for people to feel like they need to cater to me. I'm just Some Guy!"
After ruminating on it for a while, the only conclusion I could come to was that my opinion must hold more weight than I'd initially thought. I came back to DJ with the results of my findings. "People must think highly of what I have to say. They must respect my opinion." It doesn't make any sense, but there it is. I can't control what people think of me, only my own actions. I decided I was right to have been careful with my feedback these past few years, even if I didn't understand people's reasoning.
And then we watched the last Daria movie, Is It College Yet?. It's really good, a nearly perfect ending to a show that concretely had something to say to its audience. I'm so glad I watched it. But the thing that really caught my attention was a scene right at the end.
For context, Daria's been trying to get Jane to apply to an art college, something Jane has written off because she got rejected from the lower-end state schools she applied to first. Daria's spent the entire movie trying to push Jane through her doubts, telling her over and over again that her work is *good* and fear of rejection shouldn't stop her from trying, even as Daria herself is struggling with the same problem in her own college application process as well as her conflicted feelings about her impending breakup with her boyfriend, Tom.
When the breakup inevitably happens, Tom asks if Daria ever had any warm feelings towards him at all. Daria, a little shocked, says that of course she did! That she liked being with him and that the experience was good and worth having, that Tom is smart and funny and kind and she thinks he's a great guy. The breakup is happening because they're not at a place in their lives where them dating makes sense anymore, not because she doesn't like Tom as a person. Tom, reassured, says that he's always respected Daria's opinion, to which Daria seems surprised. When she tells Jane this later, with a kind of 'can you believe it? He values *my* opinion?' attitude, Jane agrees. She says she respects Daria's opinion so much that she went ahead and applied to the art school even in the face of her own doubts and the cold shoulder from her older brother. And she got accepted!
And it was at this point that I went "Heeeey, wait a minute-" and DJ started laughing at me.
"Why is Daria learning this lesson I only just learned myself a few days ago, DJ?" I asked.
"You're in this show, and you don't like it," she teased me back, using my own joke against me.
Anyway, I dont have anything else to add here really, just still thinking about it. Daria's good.
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actually i'm not done talking about the String Theory Trilogy. Basically, it's a set of Star Trek Voyager tie-in novels set between seasons 4 and 5 that I think were trying to fill in some of the discrepancies that popped up in Season 5. But, fuck, what a way to do it. I read them about 13 years ago, and I can't just reread them willy-nilly because my genius ass had to buy the DRM protected ebooks so they're trapped on a laptop that I lost years ago.
So for funsies, I'll try and describe the books based on the plot points I remember! Spoilers, I guess.
the crew have to rescue a colony ship trying to outrun a supernova that's going to destroy their home planet
that home planet is in a weird sublayer of reality or something because when Voyager enters it, weird shit starts happening, including one of the crew members turning into something like maple syrup and melting
B'Elanna and Seven are injured in an accident and the only way to complete their away mission is for Seven to assimilate B'Elanna and create a collective of two. This leads to telepathy and eventually, the two of them switch personalities because of course they do
the colony ship rescue mission literally falls apart when they try to tractor the ship out of that sublayer of space and the alien ship and all the occupants dissolve
Voyager gets trapped in the sublayer too, and the only way out is to blow up the white dwarf star that is somehow connecting the sublayer to normal space. So guess what the crew does next.
when the dust settles and Voyager is back in normal space having reunited with the away team, Harry takes one look at Seven and B'Elanna, who have switched personalities and B'Elanna is now sporting cybernetic implants, and just says, "We didn't get back to the right reality," in the most matter-of-fact tone possible, because nothing surprises this crew anymore.
And that's just the first book.
in the second book, they come across a space station orbiting a black hole. this space station refills all the resources on Voyager, because this was the author's best explanation for why the ship didn't run out of power or torpedoes or shuttles.
Janeway's order to blow up the white dwarf star has, somehow, started a chain reaction that will eventually unravel reality, so now she has to prove that the crew didn't do it on purpose or something
Susperia (the Caretaker's mate), or some other Nacene entity, sneaks onto the ship to take revenge on the crew for fucking up reality, so she poses as Janeway's sister and alters the memories of the crew to think she had always been there.
except there are two people on the ship who aren't affected by her rewrites - Harry Kim and Naomi Wildman - because they are quantum duplicates of their original selves with a slightly different phase signature and she didn't account for them
also the reason they had to go to the space station was because Tuvok stole a shuttle and ran away to it, because something told him to do it
shit happens, tom and harry are kidnapped, tuvok is gone, the doctor is gone, no one knows what's happening anymore and that's the end of book two
Turns out each book has a different author (i looked them up) and it's starting to feel like they're trying do outdo each other.
tom and harry have been pulled into the Q continuum where Q needs their help to catch a rouge Q
catching the guy involves tom winning a race as a microbe inside a cat's digestive system (i'm not kidding), then beat the guy at gambling in a casino, because only in games of chance do the Q feel the thrill of not being in total control
meanwhile, the Doc is thousands of years in the past on the Ocampa homeworld, having possessed a man who was killed in a war, so now he has a living, breathing body
they fight this war with flame swords and psychic powers, in case you were worried things were going to get subtle
janeway is being tried for destabilizing reality and is currently braindead in sickbay while her consciousness is in ghost court or wherever that's happening
tom and harry lose betting game played by the Q and the loss blows up the planet they were trying to rescue those aliens from back in the first book and somehow they learn that it and the sublayer of space were the leftovers of some kind of temporal fuck-up eons ago and weren't actually meant to exist.
the sublayer comes apart, the space station is ruined and sucked into the black hole, but it's all okay because either the rouge Q learned the error of his ways or the judge of ghost court decided this mess wasn't janeway's fault and all those aliens are saved and sent to space heaven
the Doc altered the course of time on Ocampa, and it means that in the modern day, it started raining again
i forget the actual resolution, but everyone ends up back on Voyager safe and sound, more or less. janeway apparently suffered some brain damage that will make her act angry and out of character sometimes, but they can't tell her why because who the fuck would believe it? (i forget the actual reason why they couldn't tell her)
also, the sublayer collapsing into the black where the space station used to be also sucked up all the light within nine light years, creating the Void, from the episode 'Night'
which means this book/WHOLE TRILOGY was the explanation for why there was no light in that spot in space and why janeway had depression for that episode and why she seemed so angry in subsequent episodes
yeah, those books were a trip. I should read them again.
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"You're everything"
TW: arguing, angst into smut, p in v, unprotected sex, heidi doesn't exist in this au, reader is in her thirties, she/her pronouns, yelling, AFAB reader, soft sex/ make up sex
Request: sorry for requesting againnn but ur such a good writer can u do a oneshot of tom and y/n fighting over something (your choice) and they get into a really heated argument and they r screaming and being really mean and then he pushes her against the wall and they fuckkk <33 (and can the angst be long pleasee and ty)
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t's funny how the tiniest of moments can escalate into something so consuming, so all-encompassing that it feels like the entire world has been reduced to this single, tiny room. The air is thick with anger, with frustration and hurt, and it was like you were both drowning in it, struggling to keep your heads above water. Your voice cracks as you shout at him, your hands curling into fists at your sides, the tears streaming down your face unchecked as you feel your anger rising, bubbling up inside you until you can't contain it anymore.
You don't even realize what's happening when he pushes you back against the wall, your back hitting the cold, unforgiving surface with a painful thud. You gasp, feeling the air whoosh out of your lungs as your head spins from the impact. His body is pressed against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear, his hands gripping your wrists so tightly it hurts. It's almost as if he's trying to control you, to make you stop fighting, to make you be quiet. But you can't. You won't. Not until you've said everything you need to say.
"You don't get it, do you?" you choke out, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt surge through you. "You never have. I'm not just some possession you can use and throw away when you're done. I'm a person, Tom. With feelings, with dreams, with a life."
He freezes, his body tensing against yours as if he's trying to decide what to do next. His grip on your wrists loosens just enough for you to wiggle your hands free, but you don't move them far, keeping them close to your sides. You're not done yet.
"You think you can just push me around and I'll just take it? That I'll just stay here and be your little toy?" you snap, anger coursing through you like wildfire. "Well, I won't. I deserve better than this."
The words seem to hang in the air between you, heavy with unspoken truths. You can feel the tension building, see it mirrored in the set of his jaw, the way his breath comes quick and shallow. And then, just as suddenly as it began, the anger seems to drain out of you, leaving you feeling drained and exhausted. You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath.
"I just wanted you to see things from my perspective," you whisper. "I just wanted you to understand."
He takes a step back, his eyes searching your face as if trying to read something in your expression. Then, slowly, he reaches out and cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your skin. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry I've been such an asshole."
The apology catches you off guard, and for a moment you're not sure how to respond. You feel a tiny flicker of hope inside you, but you're still hurt, still angry. You want to believe him, to trust that he means it, but it's hard. "It's not enough to just say you're sorry," you whisper, looking away from him. "You have to show me."
He lets out a shaky breath, his grip on your cheek tightening for a moment before he forces himself to relax. "I know," he says softly. "I know I have a lot of making up to do."
You turn your head back to look at him, searching his eyes for any hint of sincerity. And then, slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It's not passionate, not demanding, but rather a gentle, almost reverent touch that makes your heart ache. When he pulls back, he looks at you with a newfound determination that you've never seen before.
"I love you," he says simply. "And I'm not going to let anything or anyone come between us again. I'm going to prove it to you."
He pulls you closer, his body fitting against yours as if they were made to be together. His lips find yours again, this time with more passion, more need. You feel the heat of his skin against yours, the hardness of his chest pressed against your breasts. He kisses you deeply, his tongue dancing with yours, his hands roaming over your back, your hips, your bottom, as if he's trying to memorize every inch of you.
The kiss deepens, becomes more urgent, and you feel yourself melting into him, giving in to the desire that's been building between you. He steps back, breaking the kiss, and looks down at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and filled with longing. "Come here" he whispers. "I want to show you how much I love you."
You nod, your heart pounding in anticipation, and he leads you over to the bed. The sheets are cool against your skin as you crawl underneath, and Tom follows, slipping in beside you. He trails his fingers down your arm, over your ribs, and across your stomach, his touch light and featherlike. He leans in to kiss your neck, his lips warm and soft against your skin.
His hand finds your breast, cupping it gently through your shirt, and you gasp, arching your back into his touch. He groans, his lips moving to your ear, and then his hand is taking off your shirt, revealing your breast to the cool air. He kisses and nibbles at your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, and you cry out, your hips bucking off the bed.
His hand moves down, unbuttoning your pants, pushing them down over your hips. He kicks them off, and then he's back between your legs, his fingers finding your wetness. He presses two fingers inside you, stretching you, and you cry out, wrapping your legs around his hips. He begins to move his fingers, matching their rhythm to his thrusts, and you lose yourself in the sensation, feeling your body tighten around him.
You can feel him hard against your leg, and you want nothing more than to feel him inside you. You reach down, unbuckling his belt, and then undoing his pants, pushing them down his hips. He kicks them off, and his erection springs free, bobbing eagerly before you. You guide him to your entrance, and he pushes in slowly, groaning as he fills you. His skin is hot and smooth against yours, and he moves slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size.
He looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire, and begins to move his hips, matching his rhythm to yours. You arch your back, meeting each thrust, your nails digging into his shoulders. He kisses you, his lips warm and demanding, and you can feel your body tightening around him, the sensation building inside you.
He moves faster now, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his skin flushed. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he obeys, groaning as he pushes himself all the way inside. You feel so full, so connected to him, and the sensation is exquisite. Your hips move in time with his, your body meeting his in a perfect dance of desire.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers, kissing your neck. "I never get tired of looking at you." His hands move up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently, and he rolls your nipples between his thumbs. The sensation sends a shiver through you, and you arch your back, pressing yourself against his touch.
The rhythm between your bodies becomes even more intense, and you feel yourself starting to lose control. Your orgasm builds, coiling tightly in your core, and you know it's only a matter of time before you surrender to it. Tom's thrusts become harder, faster, and you can feel the tension building inside him as well.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. His free hand moves up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with such tenderness that it sends shivers down your spine. You arch your back off the bed, feeling so close to the edge, and he follows your lead, thrusting deeper still.
"I love you," he whispers against your lips. "I've loved you since the first moment I saw you." The words send a wave of warmth through your body, and you cling to him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you. His hips move faster, his movements growing more urgent as he approaches his climax.
You can feel the heat building between your legs, the tension building in your core, and you know that you're about to lose control. You grip his shoulders, digging your nails in just enough to leave a mark, and with a cry that echoes through the room, you let go, letting your orgasm wash over you in a wave of pleasure.
Your body tenses and convulses around him, and he follows you over the edge, groaning her name as he comes, filling you completely. His thrusts slow, and he collapses on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together. He rolls off you, panting, and looks down at you with a mixture of love and exhaustion in his eyes.
"good night schatzi, i love you"
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Random ask, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in any media, like anime/manga, tv series, books, etc (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them....
P.s
I'm not the one who asked that fav charas but WOW your answer is great, thanks for sharing them.
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!
I typically like dynamics, romantic or otherwise (if they are canonical, it's just an extra for me, a nice extra but an extra nonetheless.)
BUT I do have my ships, very much so.
Here's a quick list:
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto
Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori (queer platonic/semi-romantic, I really just like their dynamic)
Maki and Nobara Kugisaki
Crowley and Aziraphale
@pinetreevillain's Timothy and Donnie
Jesper and Wylan
Kaz and Inej (really all the pairings in Six of Crows are great)
Bo Seon and Kang Dae (I hope I spelled their names right! I don't have easy access to webtoon anymore... sadness)
Daph and Tom (queer platonic) from the Interpretation of Shadows
And just a note! I typically ship with a 'queer platonic flavor' to everyone. This aspec person loves their fluff I guess. (I don't like/don't read smut)
#1 Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto
I've rambled about them... a lot.
Most of my essays are here
Gojo the analyst
SatoSugu and how they support each other
Ao No Sumika - "Will we meet again?"
Gojo and Geto being compliments in an ironic way
Edit with them is here
They are each other's compliments, they are soulmates, they are most comfortable around each other, and they feel like themselves when the other is around. Like... just perfection tbh.
#2 Itadori Yuji and Megumi Fushiguro
I ship them queer platonically/semi-romantically.
But first... THE SATOSUGU PARRALLELS THEY HAVE!!
Second..
Yuji validates Megumi's way of seeing things. Megumi says that he values personality most ('unshakable character') for people he likes, and he canonically likes Itadori's personality and his 'unshakable character'.
They also get to have a calmer version of satosugu moral squabbles. (With Megumi being the one to say that not everyone should be saved, and Itadori trying to save everyone.)
ALSO ITADoRI KNOWING THAT mEGUMI SAVED HIM BECAUSE MEGUMI THINKS THAT ITADORI iS A GOOD PERSON, ONLY FOR ITADORI TO BELIVE HIS ACTIONS (finger eating) HURT OTHERS. (and Megumi's adamant proclamations towards not saving someone who would hurt others in the future... but all the while Megumi is making sure not to tell Itadori because he doesn't want itadori to be sad.)
Also the way Itadori is always giving Fushiguro little compliments, and considers him a friend pretty much immediately.
Also the 'if you die, I'll kill you' 'I guess I can't die then'
Their dynamic is just perfection. PERFECTION I TELL YOU!
#3 Maki Zenin and Nobara Kugisaki
Maki and Nobara feel like they have similar underlying beliefs, values, and personalities. They would definitely hype each other up (especially when Nobara immediately fawns over Maki). Honestly I would love to see more Nobara content in general, and if JJK were a slice of life, it would've been so much fun to have an episode directly devoted to Nobara and Maki.
As it is, they both are self-determined and are selective with who they choose to care about. And as far as anger goes, Nobara seems like someone with a 'wild anger', whereas Maki's anger is more controlled.
Nobara also is sparing in her compliments, doesn't let unessecary emtions get in the way of a mission, is more focused on strategy than the rest of the Tokyo trio, and all she wants is to live her best life. No one's getting in the way of that.
Maki is also going to live her life to the fullest, but in a ~spiteful way~. She doesn't see herself as lesser and will leave relationships behind (see Mai) for the sake of living to her fullest potential.
Basically Maki and Nobara solidarity. They would understand and work well with each other.
#4 Crowley and Aziraphale
I got into a hyperfixation about them (just them, did not have acess to the show so I scoured the internet for clips of them). A lot of my ships have this common theme of 'comfort person'. And... yea.
It's been a bit since I've hyperfixated on them though! I fell out of it a little bit before JJK.
Crowley recognizes the flaws in the system and decided to live in his own human-esque way. This includes Aziraphale. Always.
Aziraphale follows the system and justifies all of his human indulgences with the fundamental goodness of the system. Most comfortable around Crowley.
They are constantly doing little things for each other. THeir own tragic breakup scene was because they wanted to do things for each other. (Aziraphale wanted Crowley to be an angel because he thinks he would be happier. Crowley knows that they would both be happy if they had each other.)
I'm probably missing some things, but yea! They gave me a lot of happy sparkles. (Aziraphale was so excited to hold Crowley's hand it was great)
#5 @pinetreevillain's Timothy and Donnie
(I want this image forever imprinted in my brain.. also hope this doesn't count as a repost... full credit forever to pinetreevillian!)
Again, while I still love rottmnt and it was (and is) my longest running hyperfixation ever... my brain is all JJK right now. So I might have forgotten some things!
For all the love that his brothers give him, none of them give their wholehearted trust to Donnie ("Fixing your fix" and all that jazz). None of them can understand exactly how his brain works - and it's lonely being the only one with a mind that works differently. (Plus it's maddening to not have at least ONE PERSOn that listens to your infodumps... speaking from experience).
The FIRST THING TImothy says to Donnie is "I trust you"
"I love it when you talk"
Someone who understands his science jargon! Somone who he can vent to that isn't his brothers! THE FONTS! FRIENDS!
EVERYONE GETS A TRAGIC BREAKUP WHOOPDEDOO! (the bad ending death)
... is there a single ship on this list that isn't 'comfort person + tragic breakup?'
... nope?
.... I guess I have a type.
AND I WRITE THE SAME WAY actually -
THEY ARE LIKE THIS TOO WUT. 'comfort people + tragic breakup'
WELL! YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST! If you want Noorie to like your ship, they better be each other's comfort person and have a tragic breakup scene.
I'm going to skip over the SIx of Crows ships because it's been awhile + I want to talk about the others. BUT THE SIX OF CROWS SHIPS ARE REALLY GOOD
#Iforget - Kang Dae and Bo Seon.
They are so fluffffyyyyyyyy
And they're from the webtoon: to the stars and back.
I don't have easy acess to webtoon anymore because of 'they're going to make you gay' (I'm literally lithromantic asexual... being gay isn't going to change anything... also being genderfluid makes everything gay. So there <3)
I HAVEN"T ANALYZED THEM BECAUSE MY BRAIN WAS TOO FOCUSED ON FLUFF (which rarely happens) IT"S SOO FLUFFY AND THEYARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER BECAUSE I PREFER ENJOYING EACH OTHER'S COMPANY TO PINNING AND PRE-CONFESSION NERVOUSNESS (unless you're @justrustandstardust and can make it really funny)
#something or other. Daph and Tom from the interpretation of Shadows.
CANNONICALLY QUEER PLATONIC WHOOODEWONDEROUSDOO!(comfort people comfort people comfort people... not sure if they have a tragic breakup tho)
Daph can't see Tom's shadow and it's a comfort because he isn't bombarded with truths all the time and I remember seeing the author talk about it more but I forgot..... and I still like them A LOT, but I;m also waiting for the comic to progress before I can analyze fully.
For now! We have Daph the silly with a great burden on his shoulders, and Tom who tries to be rational and likes hanging around Daph even thought the sillies can be aggravating (because of aggravating sillies?)
ANYWHO! SORRY FOR THE LATER REPLY! I HONESTLY HAVE A FEW SHIPS THAT I LIKE AND THE REST IS FOUND FAMILY-ESQUE DYNAMICs
and while we're here... Satosugu anyone?
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#character analysis#ships#gay ships#fandom ships#fandom#shipping#queer platonic relationship#queer platonic partner#queer platonic attraction#queer platonic love#The things I would do for a queer platonic relationship and comfort people. They say siblings leave you when you're an adult...#my siblings have been my comfort people since forever#I've rarely had a friend for over a year
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Prologue
Beacon Hills
Stiles Stilinski, the human best friend of Scott McCall and token human of the McCall-Hale Pack, sat in his bedroom bored out of his mind because true Alpha McCall had forbidden him from attending the most recent pack meeting, despite the fact that he was the reason Erica and Boyd returned to the pack and the fact that he’s the only reason Scott McCall even learned control.
Stiles’ phone lit up and ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man” poured from his phone’s speakers, which caused Stiles’ face to break out in a smile. He answered the phone, a video call, and waved at his uncle. “Hi, Uncle Phil. What’s up?”
Stiles’ uncle, Phil Coulson, smiled at his nephew. “Hey Mischief.” Stiles watched his uncle relax into his favourite spot on his couch. “Not much just wanted to call and talk to my favourite mischief-maker. Where’s Scott?”
Stiles gasped and clutched his chest. “You wound me, Uncle Phil.” Stiles felt his smile fall and glanced away from his phone momentarily. “Scotty’s got a girlfriend now. Doesn’t really have time to hang out anymore.”
“Mischief. Is something wrong?” Uncle Phil always knew when something was wrong, and sometimes Stiles hated that about his uncle.
“No, not really, I mean, Uncle Phil? Things are getting to be a bit much here. Could I come and stay with you for a while?” Stiles refused to look his Uncle Phil in the face. He couldn’t tell Uncle Phil that things had changed with his dad, that things had taken a turn for the worse and that Dad had started drinking again. He couldn’t tell Uncle Phil that Dad had started taking his anger out on him. He couldn’t-
“Mischief, you don’t have to ask. I will have to arrange some things with… work. But you can come and stay for however long you need. I love you Mischief.”
Paris
Marinette stared at her computer screen, hating that her eyes were her mother’s and not her father’s, when her Skype sprung to life. She let a small smile spread across her face before pressing to accept the call.
Marinette’s father’s face appeared on her screen, he was sitting in his dumb blush pink chair in front of his light gray walls in his home office. “Hey, munchkin.”
“Hey, Dad.” Marinette smiled at her dad, knowing that her hair came from him and not her mom. “How’s Entcle Nat?”
Her dad smiled and shook his hand in the universal expression of “so-so”. “Nat’s good, so is the rest of the team and I’ll make sure to let them know you asked about them.”
Marinette felt her eyes tear up before she attempted to subtly wipe them away. She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head, feeling her hair tumble out of her barely held together ponytail. “Hey, Dad?” Marinette was struck by her realization that her mom and Tom, when had he become Tom, had gone from parents to overworked babysitters who didn’t really care about her wellbeing. “I think I need help.”
Marinette's dad, Clint, looked her in the eye and somehow knew. "Munchkin. Do you wanna come and stay with me for a while?"
Marinette waved her hands through the air to indicate that the offer was not necessary. "Dad. I can't just abandon Paris, my friends are here." She frowned and thought about her friends when an alarm blared and her face fell. “Dad. I gotta- I gotta go. I’ll get back to you about this.” Marinette stood up and partially closed her laptop.
Marinette stood up from her desk and took down her hair. She shook out her hair before looking around. “Tikki?” She stretched her arms over her head and smiled. “Tikki. Spots on.”
Marinette was engulfed in a reddish-pink light and when the light dissipated she was standing in her room in what resembled an aerial acrobat’s costume. Her arms, shoulders, upper chest, and most of her upper back were covered in a neutral gray mesh fabric speckled with little red ladybug spots while the bodice of her suit was red with neutral gray ladybug spots. She had a lilac tutu around her waist, neutral gray tights and lilac pointe shoes with red-violet ribbons with black ladybug spots tied up her legs.
Ladybug rolled her shoulders and sprinted out of her bedroom to go fight the Akuma.
New York
Clint walked out of their home office, a frown on his face, and collapsed against Phil’s side. “Okay, so, you know about my daughter. You know how she lives with her mom and her mom’s husband in Paris. I think my daughter is a hero and she needs help.”
Phil nodded. “So we’re going to have both of our kids living with us for a while. Okay.” Phil wrapped an arm around Clint’s shoulders. “Are we ready to tell them about us?”
Clint shrugged. “I don’t know if we’ll ever be ready. But we need to tear the bandaid off eventually.”
Phil smiled and pressed a kiss to Clint’s forehead. “We’ll just have to set up a group call on Skype later.”
Clint pressed a kiss to Phil’s cheek. “So, like, call back in four hours?”
“Sure.”
---
Phil, sitting in Clint’s dumb blush pink desk chair, logged into Clint’s Skype as Clint, sitting in Phil’s black desk chair, logged into his Skype. Phil called Clint and Marinette, while Clint called Stiles.
“Who are you and why are you sitting in my dad’s desk chair?” Marinette answered the call before noticing her dad in a very different chair. “Dad?”
“Hey, munchkin.”
“Uncle Phil?”
“Hey, Stiles.” Phil smiled and waved. “So, kiddo, the man on my account is my boyfriend. His name is Clint Barton.”
“Munchkin, the man on my account is my boyfriend, Phil Coulson.” Clint smiled.
The two teens looked at each other and seemed to be sizing each other up. Marinette had long brown hair done up in a messy bun and gray eyes while Stiles had closely shaved brown hair and whiskey brown eyes. Marinette’s gray eyes caught sight of Stiles’ freckles and moles while Stiles’ whiskey brown eyes traveled over Marinette’s face and saw her freckles.
“Hey, Dad? Are you sure you never had any other kids?”
Clint nodded. “Yes. I’ve never had any other kids. Stiles’ mom was Phil’s sister.”
The two teens shared a look before smiling. It seemed like they could get used to having the other pair in their lives.
"Hey, Uncle Phil? It's still cool that I come and stay with you, right?" Stiles sounded hesitant, almost as though he was questioning his welcome.
"Oh Mischief. Of course it's okay for you to come stay with Clint and me. We just wanted to introduce you two over Skype before all four of us were living together in the apartment."
"All four of us?" Marinette sounded from across the ocean. "That means we're both going to-" Marinette was cut off by the opening of the trapdoor into her room.
"Hey Marinette, your mother and I need you to watch the bakery while we make a delivery." Tom's gruff voice grated on Clint's ears, hating how the other man treated his daughter.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll be down in a sec." Marinette pulled out her phone and loaded the app before rejoining the call on her phone.
Clint and Phil exchanged a look before steeling their nerves.
"Hey Munchkin? What would you say about coming to live with me full-time?"
“Dad, I couldn’t possibly,” Marinette slowly made her way down her ladder before focusing on the call again, “I’ve got responsibilities here. I’ve got friends.”
“Munchkin, when we were videoing earlier, you didn’t hang up before closing your laptop.” Clint watched his daughter’s face and saw when it finally dawned on her what he meant.
“You can’t- Dad- You, I, Dad!” Marinette looked panicked before it looked like she forced herself to calm down.
“Munchkin, I love you and I support you. I’m Hawkeye and one of my friends is Tony Stark, aka Iron Man. I’m pretty sure we can find a way to get you back to Paris so you can save the day.” Clint smiled at his daughter, who kept looking between him and his boyfriend, before slowly nodding.
“Okay, Dad.”
“Marinette, if needed I can talk to my boss and arrange for you to meet with him and our team to confirm what Tony sets up,” Phil reassured the girl.
“If nothing else, we’d always be able to give you an alibi if you had to leave quickly to go save Paris.”
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It didn’t even take them that long, just a few hypothetical questions and S.H.I.E.L.D. had marked both Clint and Phil as “Temporary Family Leave” so they could move their children in and get them settled. When they told their children, they were ecstatic and immediately started packing up what they would need to move several thousand miles away from the only home they’d ever known and all of their friends. Of course, Phil was going to California and Clint was going to Paris to help their children break the news to their guardians.
Clint was oh so happy to go see his baby girl’s mother. They hadn’t exactly split on good terms, with her yelling in his face that he was worthless and didn’t deserve to see their baby, but Clint could be civil when he needed to be.
Phil on the other hand, there was no love lost between him and his brother-in-law. The two had never gotten along when his late sister was alive and the rift only grew when Claudia had died, leaving Mieczysław alone with just his father. Phil had stopped being civil with the man many moons ago, knowing that the man would fight tooth and nail before he let Phil take Mischief away from Beacon Hills.
The pair of lovers spent one last night together before they had to fly out to get their children. They had always known this could happen, they just never thought they would be getting both of their kids in one fell swoop.
Only time would tell how well the family of four would fit together into their new normal. Only time would tell how quickly the two kids would become each other’s whole world. Only time would tell exactly how much trouble the two kids, technically cousins but siblings in bond, would get into as soon as they were in New York City.
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Good morning! Thank you for the latest chapter. What do you think Ginny’s bogart would be these days? Amycus, Harry actually dead after the forest or something else entirely
hi anon! do you know what? this is hands down one of the most interesting questions i've ever had on here. it took me a minute to think about.
i think, while the fics are not strictly compliant with each other, slipped is obviously what comes to my mind when i think of boggarts. and one thing you might not know (i can't recall if i've mentioned this before) is that the boggart scene in slipped was originally meant to be in castles. i later found it didn't fit (or didn't fit in the way i wanted) and basically built slipped around it.
so, to answer your question, i stand by what i wrote in slipped. while i believe harry's boggart changes once he has kids, ginny's boggart is tom, and will probably always be tom. i think, though, it's not strictly tom she's afraid of - i think ginny's worse fear is loss of control. when you think about it, the only thing she ever says about her experience being possessed by tom is that she would wake up, not remembering where she was, or what she'd done. and, i think as a result, that is her worst fear. it's not being able to control what she does, what happens to her, etc., which her brain associates and will always associate with tom.
more under the cut - tw - sexual assault
amycus certainly exploited it, and he certainly abused her, and she was certainly scared of him, but he's not her worst fear. it's the loss of control that is. and, i think this is also why she's so reluctant to admit to herself that her experience with amycus wasn't of her doing/consensual, because that also means admitting that she wasn't the one in control anymore. bizarrely, it is much easier for her to tell herself she 'slept' with someone unspeakable because even if she hates it and sort of blames herself for it, it was her choice. admitting it was rape is tough because that means she wasn't in control, and that's more traumatising to her than anything else.
and, as a side note, that's also why i had her try drugs (because i think at that point she will try anything), but ultimately tell harry she didn't like the experience. because i don't think she likes letting go, or not to a degree that she is not in control of what she does/her movements/thoughts anymore. i think later in life and generally, ginny is someone who hardly ever drinks and when she does, it's just 2/3 drinks max in the presence of someone she really trusts (like harry). it's not fun to her, at all.
(which is where, i think, btw, harry and she are very different. harry likes letting go. because he's been the one in charge of making Very Important decisions for so long that he just wants to lose control and not be the one in charge. i think that's actually something he has in common with hermione, funnily enough.)
anyway, thanks again for the question :)
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