#do not get me started on the dick hardly episode
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Thinking about plug! Sukuna saying "tell me you want this princess" and "say you fucking need me bitch" desperately when you don't respond :/
I can't write him anymore in this AU bc every time they fuck I want to tell him we love him but we CAN'TTTTTTT
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dubcon, smoking weed (implied), cheating, manhandling, size difference, slight pining, spanking, degradation, dry humping, vaginal sex, pet names (princess), hair pulling, he slaps u 🫶🏽 ++ squirting !
words: 1.5k
“What are you doing here?” you ask, attempting to close the door before he can come in. He smirks, managing to stick his foot between the door and the frame before you can shut it. “You can’t be here, Sukuna.”
He rolls his eyes, pushing his way inside and making himself at home. You lock the door quickly after him, standing with your arms folded as you watch him investigate your apartment. You can’t tell if he’s amused or disgusted, and it makes you wonder why he’s here at all.
“You really are a trust fund baby. Aren’t ya?” he smirks. “Here.”
Your eyes never leave him as he approaches your kitchen table, tossing a bag of weed down onto it. You stare, long enough for him to scoff as if insulted. And then you look at him, looking right back at you. There’s an expression of his face that you can’t quite read, and the silence between you builds and builds.
“What is this?” you ask.
“Weed. I thought you’d know that by now, you smoke enough of mine.” he says, it’s casual but not quite playful enough to be sincere. So you huff, folding your arms across your chest as you consider what to say next. “Don’t worry,” he starts.
“Well I am worried because you always want something from me when you give me weed.” you sigh. “Like a kiss or—”
“Heard you and Yuuji were arguing.” he interrupts you. “Thought you might need something to relax. I don’t have a motive… just trying to—”
“Trying to get your dick wet again, I’m not stupid.” you interrupt him right back. He looks at you, and this time you can read his expression clearly. There’s annoyance across his features plain as day, but you see traces of hurt, too.
Is it possible? Is it really possible for him to extend a kindness to you with no ulterior motive? It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to take seriously when you know the type of person he is. You don’t even really like each other. You’ve gone from hating each other to tolerating each other for Yuuji’s sake.
And still, you feel sorry for him.
He came all of this way, and you’ve hardly been a good host thus far. You sigh, sitting at the kitchen table. The weed must be his idea of a peace offering, so you shrug. He moves from leaning against the table to sitting on the seat opposite to you, watching you carefully as you decide what your next move is.
“I— I don’t even know how to roll.” you confess.
“… I can do it for you.”
Your laughter is infectious enough to make Sukuna laugh too. You’ve been watching old episodes of SpongeBob for an hour, and you can’t believe how long it’s been since you watched it. You always thought it was funny as a kid. But you hadn’t expected it to be even funnier as an adult.
But maybe you’re just high.
“Sukuna?” you say, it’s quiet in comparison to your laugh. But he hears it clear enough, looking down to where your head is rested in his lap. He nods to tell you to continue, but looking up at his harsh red eyes and chiselled jaw makes you nervous. “Why did you really come over?”
He clears his throat, taking a final drag of his blunt before stubbing it out in the nearby ashtray. His eyes can barely meet yours as he searches for the confidence to tell you the truth.
“I just wanted to see you.” he confesses.
You turn off the TV and sit upright. You’re sitting beside him, and now, he can’t take his eyes off you. A squeak leaves you as he dares to pull you closer to him, so close that you’re straddling him.
You hate yourself.
You want to kiss him.
He smirks at the little internal conflict that’s plastering itself across your face. His hands smooth up your sides, one travelling further to take a firm grasp of the back of your neck. His hold is strong, but not forceful. Just enough to keep you in place and maybe bring you closer to him and he leans in to kiss you.
And you let him.
Your lips lock and you moan as he helps you grind down onto his growing bulge. He smiles against your lips as your mouth opens just enough for him to slip you some tongue. A primal growl rips through him as he feels your warm, clothed cunt rub against him just right.
“Tell me you want this, princess.” he says quietly before kissing you again.
You don’t respond, focusing on kissing him back and getting yourself off like a horny teenager. Your hands cup his face, and you continue to roll your hips against him pathetically. Heavy breaths and wanton moans leave you as you proceed to chase the feeling and carry on giving Sukuna what he wants just as desperately.
You do want this.
Your pitiful display can attest to that.
His hands wander again to squeeze your ass, Sukuna’s own moaning at the mere feeling of your pussy soaking his sweats should be enough to make him feel ashamed. He doesn’t care, though. Not when your lips are on his and your entrance is just two layers of fabric away.
He rests his head on the back of the couch, allowing you the time to tell him. Really tell him how much you crave him.
But you don’t.
Not a single word.
His eyes grow darker, more impatient. Could he be wrong? The way you’re using him tells him otherwise, but he wants you to tell him. He needs you to. A hand spanks hard against your ass cheek before he moves it to slap you across the face.
And it shocks you.
His other hand wraps around your hair and forces you closer to him again. Noses almost touch as he looks at you like a meal to be devoured by an animal in the wild.
“Say you fucking need me, bitch.” he demands.
You can’t tell if you’re nodding on your own or if he’s doing it himself with your hair. But you crumble, for him. Spilling your desire and crumbling under his stare, admitting your deepest shame.
“I n-need you, Sukuna,” you bite your lip. “Please.”
He reaches under your skirt to move your panties aside. His patience is thin, he just wants to feel you. He quickly pulls his cock out from beneath his sweats, lining his thick tip up with your dripping hole.
“Fuck.” you gasp, eyes watering as he repeatedly dips in and out of you.
You screech as he forces you down on his length, and he grunts at the sensation of your cunt forcing itself to accommodate his girth. He’s loud, and he doesn’t care in the slightest. This is what he wanted all along.
This is always what he wants.
He helps you ride him, even fucking up into you shallowly to help hit the spongy spot deep inside that always makes you delirious. The spot only he can hit. Not some random guy. Not his little brother. Just him.
“That’s it, princess,” he praises you, noting by your pretty face and spasming cunt that you’re nearing your demise. He’s not much better, either, ready to coat your insides at any given second. He’s holding off, though. He needs you to cum first. “Let go, make a mess for daddy. Go on.”
“C-Can’t—” you tell him. The stretch is glorious and the feeling of his pretty tip battering your g-spot is perfection personified. But it’s too much. It’s too much to focus on and ground yourself to really enjoy and let yourself go. You’re struggling to take him. You can’t give him what he wants and—
He forces your little crop top up to rest beneath your collarbones, quickly sucking and kissing your nipples between his soft lips. His tongue laps at them. And God he’s wasted being a fucking drug dealer.
He should be a porn star.
He pulls away as you clamp around him, throwing your head back from the blissful feeling as your cunt soaks him. Your squirt all over him, turning light grey sweats dark as you almost scream through the feeling of your release.
The sight is more than enough to make him finish. His balls tighten and cum coats your insides as he finishes with you fully seated on his cock. Sukuna’s arms hug tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he empties himself in your womb.
He slowly continues to make out with your tits when it’s over. His energy spent but still desperate to feel you, please you, hear you in any capacity. The overstimulation drives you wild, you do all you can do wriggle away but it’s hopeless.
Sukuna is stronger than you’ll ever be, and you’ve given him full control of your body.
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OH MY GOD CARMY SMOKING WHILE YOU RIDE HIM walk with me…
maybe you’re at his place, or his office, and you’ve just been kinda needy all day. not to an ‘annoying’ extent, but carmen sees it because he knows you. so when he tugs his jeans and boxers down just enough for you, you pounce
he leans back in his couch/chair, pulling out a cigarette and lazily watches you go at it. maybe he’d tug your shirt up so he could ‘see his girls.’ his nonchalance just drives you fucking crazy and he lets you do it yourself, no matter how many times you whine for him to help because ‘you were fuckin’ gagging for it all day, who am i to interrupt, huh? jus’ keep fuckin’ me like that’
i don’t think he’d blow smoke in your face (intentionally) but if you find it hot he would. and once he’s done he puts out the cigarette, his lax grip on your thighs tightening as he starts snapping his hips against yours
Also includes this ask I got shortly after: Camry smoking a cig during sex has my mind going brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's so lazy, too. just slow riding him while he lays back and watches. Maybe it's punishment for acting up???? You're just whining on his cock begging for him to help you cum.
I. YEAH. YOU GET IT. Time to expand on these thoughts. ( this ended up being 1670k words of filth)
You find yourself at Carmy’s apartment on his day off. Those don’t come around too often. You expected him to do something by now, but he hasn’t made a single move to get his hands on you. He kissed you when you came in, but that was about it.
You take matters into your own hands. Try to, at least. You are practically all over him, never leaving his side. When he’s standing at his kitchen counter that evening, pouring you a glass of wine, you quietly walk up behind him. Your arms wrap around his waist while you rest your forehead on the center of Carmy’s back. You let your hands gently slide over the taunt muscles of his stomach over his shirt as you speak.
“I’ve missed you, Bear. Missed your hugs. It feels like I’ve hardly seen you all week.” He sighs into your touch.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Carmy turns around to hand you the glass. “Work was extra crazy this week. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to see you.”
“It’s alright. I know it was out of your control…Maybe there’s a way you can make it up to me?” You flash him a look he knows full well.
A breathy chuckle leaves his lips. “Sweetheart, I’m exhausted. Can we just watch some tv?”
You don’t even attempt to hide the pout on your face as you settle next to him on the couch, leaning against him with his arm around you. Carmy put on a show he knows the both of you like.
You only keep your hands to yourself for one whole episode. Your movements start slow. At first you begin to trail your fingertips along his side. It’s not long before your hand slides up under the fabric of his white tee.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Carmen’s voice is smooth and calm. You lean up to press a kiss on his check, followed by a quick one to his neck.
“Oh. Nothing.”
“Let’s not play dumb now. I think you know better than that.” He leans back away from your body, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m going to let you try again. What are you doing?”
You fold instantly. “I need you, Carm. I really need you.”
“Yeah? Missed my cock, huh? Want it so bad that you don’t care about how tired I am?”
“No! No, that’s not it—“ you protest quickly.
“Fine.” Carmy begins to unbuckle his belt as he speaks. “But I’m not putting in any work.” He lowers his jeans and boxers just enough to free his dick.
Without a second thought, you stand up from the couch and pull down your pants and underwear. Once you straddle his hips, you reach down and pump his hard cock, spreading the precum over his length. Carmy takes in the sight of you as you gradually sink down onto him. Slowly, inch by inch.
Despite how many times you've been with Carmy, you still haven't gotten used to the stretch. In a position like this, it almost feels like he's in your stomach. Your eyelids squint shut while you take deep breaths and try to adjust. Though, at the sound of a lighter, your eyes pop right back open, staring down at Carmen with wide-eyes. A cigarette rests between his lips, having just been lit.
“W-what are you doing?” You’re expecting him to start guiding your hips, but he doesn’t. Carmy leans back against the couch, making himself comfortable. He lets his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle higher up on his hips. The action presses his cock even deeper inside of you. He looks as though he’s having an evening cigarette, only difference is that you’re on top of him.
His tattooed fingers takes the cigarette from his mouth so he can blow out the smoke. Carmy turns his head to the side, blowing the smoke cloud away from you. The smell quickly fills up your nose. "I told you, l'm tired.” His voice is stoic. If it wasn’t for his cock pulsing inside of you, you wouldn’t think he’s turned on. “Go on and get yourself off. I'm going to enjoy my cigarette."
You start slow, grinding your hips on him. Your hands rest on his lower stomach for leverage as you rock against him. His abs are taunt and hard underneath your palms. The motion rubs your clit on his pelvis, causing a breathless moan to leave your throat.
Carmy remains still beneath you, watching you with lust-filled eyes. One of his hands rests on your thigh. His other hand tends to the cigarette in his mouth. He speaks up after a moment of letting you rock against him.
“Should have just let you sit on my thigh if all you’re going to do is grind on me. Thought you said you wanted my cock?” He waits for your response, bringing the cigarette back up to his lips to take a deep drag.
“I-I do—“ Carmy doesn’t let you finish your sentence, lightly blowing smoke into your face. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around him from the simple action, but he chooses not to tease you for it.
“Then fuck yourself on me. You’re a big girl. You can do it by yourself.”
You whimper pitifully. You want his strong arms to grab your hips and slam you down onto his cock, but that wasn’t going to happen. You rise up on your knees, letting his cock thrust almost entirely out of you. Your hips sink right back down onto him afterwards. The pleasure is unexplainable, sending electricity through your veins as he bottoms out.
You set a slow pace, not able to go as fast without Carmy’s help. His pupils are blown wide as he stares up at you, before his gaze moves downwards. He watches as his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You’re dripping, coating his dick with your arousal. The sight of his thick cock stretching you out hypnotizes him.
His lack of words and refusal to help is killing you. You need him to fuck you. Your thighs burn, growing tired from the repetitive movements. “C-carm. Need you to help. Please- please I need it.” You cry out.
“You were the one gagging for my cock all day. Why should I help? Just keep fucking me like this, yeah?” He’s nearing the end of his cigarette, only a couple more minutes of life left in it. You try your best to continue bouncing on him, but it’s getting more difficult by the minute.
“Carm— fuck!” You exclaim as his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you. Carmy ignores your cries. He takes his hand off of your thigh and tugs the material of your tank top up, exposing your tits.
“There we go. Now I can see my girls.” He still doesn’t go any further than that, letting his hand go back to resting on your thigh. Not even so much as rubbing a thumb over your breast. He goes back to watching you move, fighting the urge to hold your tits for you while you bounce.
The muscles in your legs begin to twitch, but not from being close to your high. Your legs are exhausted, and your pace shows it. You’re getting slower, not going as consistently.
Carmy reaches the end of his cigarette, taking one last long drag. He grabs your face with his hand. His thumb on your chin opens up your lips. Carmen exhales the smoke into your mouth, expecting you to inhale it. You do exactly that, letting the smoke fill up your lungs before blowing it out in the space between the two of you.
Now fully satisfied, Carmy reaches over to stub out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the side table. Without offering a single word, Carmy digs his hands into both of your thighs and starts slamming his hips into yours. Sounds of skin against skin echo against the walls.
“Shit! Fuck, Carmy—“ you moan, not even trying to control your volume. “I can— I can feel you in my stomach, shit—“ You take one of your hands and press beneath your navel, feeling his cock as it thrusts rapidly into your soaking cunt. “Feels so good, Carm.” You’re blabbering at this point, high on the feeling of him inside you. Your orgasm draws close fast.
“Yeah you needed me so bad that you couldn’t get off without me? Is that it? My little girl needed some help?”
“Yes—“
“Then what do you say?” Carmen is nearing his own high, too. His pace grows sloppy.
“T-thank you— fuck— thank you, Carmy.”
“There’s my respectful good girl. Just needed a little bit of punishment to get her back.” He detaches a hand from your thigh, moving it to your aching clit. He rubs tight fast circles on the bud with a calloused thumb. “Go on, baby. Cum for me. Soak my cock.”
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Euphoria floods through your veins as Carmy fucks you through it. You collapse into his body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The sounds of your moans and whimpers muffles in the skin of his neck. Your body shakes from pleasure.
Carmy removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you. You had already been punished enough. His hand rests at the back of your head, cupping it gently. The gentleness of his hands starkly contrasts the way his hips sharply thrust into you.
“Atta girl. Just a bit more—“ he groans, offering you some praise. With a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Carmy spills inside of you, filling you up with his cum. You both remain wordless in each others’ arms for a moment, trying to catch a breath. Carmy is the first to break the silence. “You happy now?” This time his voice has a hint of laugh to it.
“Mhm.” You kiss his neck. “Very happy. Thank you.”
“I think you know I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He laughs. “Now, can we go clean up and go to sleep? I’m even more exhausted now, baby.”
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5 Good Omens Timefucks that Haunt Me
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Why is this here? Why is this line included? Is it just to add texture, to imply that larger world of corporate fascism of which Crowley and Aziraphale are subjects and victims and little worker bees? If so, why "They've started early" specifically? Why not "I wouldn't have expected that shrub to be the first to go" or "Aw, I liked that rock formation"?
Crawly doesn't make this comment in an offhand way: he sounds a bit taken aback and not thrilled that things have kicked off sooner than he anticipated. But it doesn't ultimately seem to make any difference to this scene, so why do we, the audience, need to know Hell started early?
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This one I'm not as confident will turn out to be significant, because iirc it appears in the book, which was a complete story when written, and because it serves a narrative purpose: it puts Agnes Nutter in charge of the situation, not her murderers. By backfooting Witchfinder Major Pulsifer, Agnes startles him enough she's able to walk past him without Pulsifer seizing her and discovering the extra 80 lbs of gunpowder and roofing nails in her skirts.
But. Agnes Nutter's sense of time is Nice and Accurate, and she notices the witchburning party are late and remarks on it to herself before she says anything to Pulsifer. So assuming a few minutes to position Agnes, tie her to the stake, and read the charges and conviction against her, Pulsifer and Agnes' neighbors are 12-15 minutes later than they should be. Why?
If the book answers this question, I don't recall; the show does not. And again, it seems to make no ultimate difference to this scene.
I'm not saying this was even purposely included in S1 as a timefuck. I am suggesting that as Gaiman seems to be fucking with time or timelines in this story, even if he and Pratchett didn't plan it like this when discussing the sequel, a retcon is hardly out of the question.
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As others have pointed out, Shostakovich's Symphony No. 5 is 45-55 minutes long. If you're listening to it on 78s instead of LPs because you are a CRAZY PERSON, it's going to take you more like 1 hour 5 minutes, because one side of a 78 holds, at most, 5 minutes of music, so every 5 minutes you have to get up and flip or switch the record.
Shostakovich wrote his 5th symphony in response to criticism in the state newspaper (possibly penned by Stalin himself) that his previous work didn't suck the Communist Party's dick hard enough--the kind of criticism that put him in danger of being sent to prison or killed. At the time it was first performed in 1937, Symphony No. 5 was considered a massive triumph, walking the line perfectly between Shostakovich's artistic standards and the Communist Party's demands of him.
The choice is symbolically significant, but it's a symphony, so whoever's censoring it isn't censoring lyrics or information. Again, why? Why is a 45-55-minute symphony only 21 minutes long? What did the time thief do with the 24-34 minutes?
4.
Here's the rug that covers the portal to Heaven in Episode 1:
Here's the rug in Ep. 2:
Aziraphale does not change this rug for the party. We know this bc we see it in Episode 5 when Mrs Sandwich enters the bookshop and the party is in full swing:
Now here's Aziraphale moving the circular rug to expose the portal to Heaven:
But here's Crowley, putting the rug back:
Why are there two different rugs?
5.
Every end credits track has the first line of "Everyday" embedded in it But after the line from "Everyday," at the end of Episode 4, the theme skips twice like a vinyl record, and then is stopped by whoever controls the turntable and restarted, with several seconds of music having been skipped over.
This is not the first time it has mattered to a character in Good Omens what we in the audience see and hear. I argue here that God asks Aziraphale what he did with the flaming sword She gave him in order to show us the audience who Aziraphale is. God also addresses us the audience directly in S1, not only narrating about characters omnisciently but speaking to us about Herself in first person.
Now we evidently have a second character who has gone meta and is changing what we the audience experience of this story, and--indications are good--the story itself.
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Golden Rule - L.HS ff ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡
🎧 pairing: inexperienced!heeseung x badgirl!reader
🎧 summary: your cute and nerdy classmate lets you have your way with him in exchange for help on an assignment
🎧 cw: corruption and exhibitionism kink, oral (m. receiving), religious themes, mentions of bullying, college au, hee’s a bit subby
🎧 wc: 1.4k
You had been feeling horny for the entire week and knew you had to get your hands on some good dick or else you’d literally combust.
Introducing your person of interest: Lee Heeseung.
He was the type of guy you could guess everything about without even speaking to him. From his glasses, the way he tucked his ironed dress shirts into his belted pants, the way you only saw him either sitting with his legs crossed at a church sermon or studying his heart out at the library.
Heeseung was the epitome of a Christian nerd, but it was his insanely good looks that drew your attention to him in the first place.
You two first met at the beginning of the school semester, but you weren’t sure if you could call it a friendship just yet, especially not with the way you’d fantasize about him with your fingers between your legs every night.
It currently 6:00pm: the same time he’d come to the library to study every week day.
“What’re you working on,” you asked, taking a seat beside him at the table.
“Nothing much. Mr. Sweeney gave me this stupid hand written essay that I have to turn in by tomorrow, so I’ll be pretty busy for the next few hours.”
“What for? I thought Mr. Sweeney taught Bible. There aren’t any writing assignments for that class.”
That’s honestly the only reason why you took Bible class this semester.
“He does, but this isn’t a part of the curriculum. It’s a punishment for the prank I pulled on Jake and his crew yesterday… let’s just say, I didn’t get away with it as easily as planned.”
“Oh, so you do have a naughty side?”
“Hardly,” he sharply defended, “All I did was swap their video game discs out with episodes of The Brady Bunch on dvds. But, Sunghoon snitched, so now I’m here.”
“Tough.”
“I know. It’s not like I don’t deserve it, anyways.”
“Nobody deserves to be bullied, Hee. Those guys were assholes and you stood up for yourself! They’re the ones who should be playing Shakespeare for the night,” you argued passionately.
His eyes widened at your use of a swear word, such language that was forbidden by your university code of conduct.
“I appreciate you taking sides with me, but please don’t call it bullying. Makes me feel all… soft, and… vulnerable,” he cringed at his own words.
“You look pretty soft and vulnerable to me,” you mumbled, hungry eyes falling to his pouty lips.
“Excuse me?”
You cleared your throat, “Uhm, what’s the paper on?”
“The Golden Rule.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “The what?”
“Loving your neighbors as yourself? You should really pay more attention during Mr. Sweeney’s sermons.”
You chuckled at his comment, nudging him on the shoulder, “Hey, maybe I would if he wasn’t so damn boring… How many pages does it have to be?”
He sighed, “10 at least.”
Having to come of with 10 pages worth of “Golden Rule” greatness sounded much more challenging than you knew it actually was.
All he had to do was write in VERY BIG LETTERS.
You peered over his shoulder, examining the paper. He was just getting started on page two.
“Hmm. We have similar handwriting,” you added, making Heeseung look at you with his desperate doe eyes.
“Oh my God, ____! You have to help me!”
“Watch out, church boy. The pastor might make it 11 pages if he hear’s you calling the Lords name in vain.”
“Ughhhh,” his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he groaned, “Can you please just help me out?”
“Uh-huh, and why would I do that?”
“Look, I’ll do anything! You’re a way stronger writer than I am, and my brain is in the verge of kermitting suicide!!”
He was right. Writing was never a strong subject of his, so he really did need your help.
“Fine,” you gave in, looking around the library before whispering in his ear, “If you can be quiet while I suck you off until you finish page two, I’ll do the rest.”
His eyes widened in disbelief, “What?”
“You heard me,” you said cattily, sneaking under the table and between his legs.
“____, get from down there!! This is inappropriate!”
“Says who,” you giggled, unbuckling his leather belt.
“We’re not a married couple, ____. Hell, We’re not even dating!” He whisper-yelled from above the table, fidgeting with the pencil in his hand.
You could feel how tense he was just my touching his thighs, “You’ve never been approached like this before, have you?” You asked yet stated.
He took a deep swallow, already feeling himself throbbing in his pants, “Of course not… I’m trying to save myself here, y’know?”
“Aww, that’s cute,” you pouted, rubbing his bulge through his boxers.
“F-fuhh,” he mumbled, screwing his eyes shut at the feeling, “I don’t know if I can do this, ____.”
“With God, all things are possible, Hee! You should really pay more attention during Mr. Sweeney’s sermons,” you mocked, shimmying his boxers down to his ankles.
You adjusted yourself under the table before grabbing a hold of his impressively large dick, starting with gentle pumps.
“I’m not hearing the pencil penciling, Hee. Be a good boy and keep writing,” you slithered in a sing-song voice, licking a stripe up his shaft. The foreign texture of your tongue sent pleasurable shivers down his spine.
“____,” he cried with a surpressed moan, “how am I supposed to focus when you’re down there doing that?!” He worried, looking around as if waiting for someone to catch you two.
You released your lips from his heat with a pop, “Down here doing what, Hee? Sucking your virgin dick in the library? I always knew you had a naughty side.”
“Mmm,” he moaned again, rutting his hips up into your mouth, “please tell me you’re almost done, ____.”
You grinned at the sound of his begging, feeling yourself grow wetter with each second you spent between his legs, “Depends on if you either finish that last page or cum in my mouth first.”
Taking him past your lips again, you bobbed your head up and down, stroking the remaining inches you couldn’t fit comfortably in your mouth.
He tried his best to keep writing, but with that way you were sucking him off, his hands couldn’t help but drop the pencil before getting lost in your hair.
“Fuck,” he whined, finally letting the word come out.
He started to use your head like a toy as you sucked him in even harder, “just like that, baby. Please don’t stop.”
You were surprised by how his body slowly submitted to you the more you pleasured him.
Meanwhile, he was surprised that this was actually even happening. You moaned with the gag that tried to escape your throat, clinging to his thighs as your tried to hold in your sounds.
Your eyes started to poke with tears as he used your head more aggressively than before, finally shooting his warm load down your mouth, panting as if he’d just ran a marathon.
“Shh, you’re so noisy,” you teased, stroking him to a point of overstimulation.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he whimpered, taking your hands in his to stop your ministrations.
You licked the cum that dripped from your mouth before pulling his pants back up, getting from under the table.
You fixed your hair with your hands after literally just getting your face fucked by your sweet classmate, taking in his hot and bothered frame.
“How was it?” You asked casually, sitting next to him as if nothing happened.
You tried to ignore the sticky moisture that stuck to your thighs from your own arousal, figuring that you’d think about this moment while you pleased yourself later.
“Amazing,” he said with a shaky breath, still feeling his orgasm fresh in his veins.
“I’m taking about the page you just wrote, silly,” you teased, moving the sheet of paper closer to you before examining what he came up with, “Dude!”
“What, dude?” He asked back with flushed and sleepy features.
“This is garbage!” You exclaimed, ripping the piece of paper in half.
“Yeah, I don’t know why you would’ve expected anything different.”
“Gimme that,” you retorted, snatching the pencil from his hand, “I’m gonna need some coffee to write all these pages for ya…”
“Ugh,” he groaned, understanding that you were indirectly asking him to get you something to drink.
“Iced?”
“Always.”
He got up from the seat, searching through his backpack before pulling out his wallet, “Thanks by the way,” he smiled, trailing to the library exit.
“What can I say? It’s the Golden Rule,” you replied, jotting down the first of many sentences you’d write for Lee Heeseung, the guy you just blessed with the best blow job of his life.
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𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 (pt. 9)
(Soldier Boy x Female Reader)
(masterlist)
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your main goal while you’re riding with Butcher is to make sure you can get Ben back no matter the cost. After getting to Grace Mallory’s last known residence, you hope you can find what you’re looking for. The sooner you’d find Ben, the better off you’ll be.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cannon level violence, nothing to explicit. Alternative ending to the final episode of season three in a way, or an alternative version of the aftermath rather. Hope you all enjoy!
You could hear the way Butcher was grumbling obscenities to himself all throughout the car ride to get to Grace Mallory’s home. You didn’t catch all of it but you knew Butcher wasn’t exactly thrilled to be going back to a place where he was unwelcome. It surprised you since you assumed he got used to the feeling of being unwelcome considering his record.
“You know, you aren’t the only one in the car. You sound like a psychopath talking to yourself when I’m right here.” You said as you continued to look out through the windshield.
“I just don’t get why you’re going through all this trouble for a guy who’s willing to kill children like Ryan just to get to his goal. What kind of heartless bastard is he?” He asked, glaring at the road and you shrugged a little.
“And you were completely fond of Ryan when you found out he was the spawn of your wife’s rape? A spawn of Homelander? Don’t tell me the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, so that argument is kind of unfair to Soldier Boy.” You commented and you heard Butcher continue to grumble.
“That’s a different bloody story. Becca didn’t ask for any of that shit to happen to her. She went missing for so many years and I had no fucking clue what happened to her. Hell, there were times I thought she was dead.”
“Soldier Boy is my Becca. You went a handful of years without her. I’ve gone decades without Soldier Boy. And he didn’t ask to be taken to Russia, didn’t ask to be robbed of the opportunity to raise his own son. Who knows, if Soldier Boy really did raise Homelander, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out to be such a dick.” You continued.
“I hardly think Soldier Boy is really as helpless as Becca was though.”
“That’s not what I’m saying.. Yeah he’s strong and for the most part he can take care of himself if you take the damned Novichok out of the equation. No, he’s not as helpless as your wife was. And I’m sorry for your loss and I hate to hear what happened to her. Maybe that wasn’t exactly the best example.”
“You think?” Butcher muttered as he started to turn on a certain road.
“Okay, okay. Bad analogy. Maybe it would be better like this… The same love Becca felt for you? The way she loved you is the love I feel for Soldier Boy.”
“Oh now you’re comparing me to Soldier Boy? Thanks, that’s such a bloody compliment to be compared to the cunt.” He said and you sighed.
“Well, all I’m saying neither of you are perfect. You both have your flaws. Like a shit ton of flaws and no one in their right mind should care for either of you. Both of you have blood on your hands whether you wanted it or not. But Becca accepted you, flaws and all. She knew you’re far from perfect and she wasn’t blind to the fact that you’re not exactly the greatest guy on the planet, but her love for you was still strong and unconditional. And I love Soldier Boy even with all of his flaws and mistakes.”
Butcher was silent for several moments while his gaze remained transfixed on the road ahead of the two of you. You turned your head and looked out of the passenger window.
“He really wasn’t a bad guy in the beginning. Arrogant, sure. But he never wanted innocent people to get hurt. He just got suckered into Vought’s trap like a lot of Supes do. They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions after all. And after a while, I guess he, like most supes, lost a lot of their morals somewhere along the way…” You said.
“He was telling me about that. Just before we were on the way to fight Homelander.” Butcher finally spoke again.
“As much as I don’t like what Annie said about Soldier Boy, and as much as I think she grew a little bit self centered for it, I’m still glad she stepped away from Vought when she did.” You spoke as you remembered that Annie was still the one that gave you that unreleased photo of Soldier Boy.
“I can tell her heart is still in the right place, so there’s hope for her yet. She’s just got a bit of growing up to do.” At this, Butcher only hummed.
You sighed a little, ready to get out of the car. It felt like you had been driving for most of the day, but really it’s only been about two or three hours, “How much longer ‘till we get to Mallory’s?”
“Won’t be too much longer.” Butcher said, starting to get short again.
When you glanced over, you saw that he wasn’t in the right shape and you noticed that something seemed to be leaking from his ear. Your frowned a little.
“Is that from the temp V you’ve been taking?” You asked and pointed at your own ear.
Butcher glanced at you and he touched his own ear. He glanced down at his fingertips and muttered a curse as he wiped the residue on his pants. Lovely.
“Yeah.”
“You must’ve taken a lot of those doses, huh?” You asked.
“Eh, mistakes have been made. I’m just glad the Kid didn’t take anymore. It would’ve killed the little fella.” He insisted.
“So… what made you protect him? Isn’t that kind of out of your character?” You inquired, which caused him to shoot a glare at you.
“I’m not that bad of a guy either ya know. I’m doing this with the whole, Hell with good intentions thing you were talking about.” He commented as he looked back at the road.
“But anyway.. Hughie reminds me a lot of somebody I knew.” He finally answered your question after a few minutes. You smiled a little to yourself, knowing Butcher couldn’t have been that bad of a guy deep down.
“Friend?”
“Family member… brother.”
You frowned a little, getting the feeling from the way Butcher went stoic with his facial expressions that something bad must’ve happened. You glanced down at your hands, “I’m sorry.”
“Ain’t nothing to be sorry for. Only thing that can fix anything is a Time Machine at this point.” He told you, though the comment didn’t make the frown leave your face.
“So how long do you have left?” You asked, getting the feeling the temp V may just be costing the man his life.
“Doctor’s say I’ve got about 18 months, that’s if I’m lucky. Which so far in life, I haven’t been so lucky.”
“I’m sure Hughie may be able to help you find some kind of cure. Plus you’ve got Frenchie who’s apparently one Hell of a chemist.”
“I haven’t told the lot of them yet. And I don’t plan on it.”
“You know Hughie’s going to be crushed if you don’t say anything to him and he finds out some other way.” You reminded and Butcher shook his head.
“I got him wrapped up in this mess from the start. I’ve dragged all of them through the trenches, so most of them may even be glad to hear I’ll be dead and out of their lives for good.” Butcher said.
“That’s awfully pessimistic of you.” You replied and he gave a slight shrug.
“It’s the truth though. Not much helpin’ that one.”
You looked out of the window again when the conversation didn’t go any further. But then after a few minutes, the two of you made it to a house that must’ve been Mallory’s. Butcher pulled into the driveway and the both of you got out of the vehicle.
“Look’s like she’s not here.” Butcher said when he noticed there weren’t any vehicles, and he remembered this was the last place she was when she was still looking after Ryan.
“Still, she’s bound to have some sort of notes, maybe even a computer so we can look through her emails and see what we can find. If she’s not here, there are always other ways to find out where she’s keeping Soldier Boy.” You insisted, hearing Butcher sigh you walked up to the door.
You noticed there’s a padlock on the door and you lifted a brow as you tried to think of what sort of codes to try. As you started to press some of the buttons, you heard the shattering of glass. You stood upright and looked around, but the next thing you knew, Butcher was opening up the door from the inside so you could come in.
“You’re in a rush, right? Let’s get this over with. Pressing buttons and solving puzzles won’t get you anywhere fast.” He said and you smirked a little.
“Let’s see what we can find.”
Ben woke up yet again feeling drowsy as Hell. He honestly had no idea at this point how long it’s been since he’d been taken. He stopped counting the hours, especially since he couldn’t when he was blacked out some of the time because of the damned gas or whatever they were putting in him.
He felt drained, but at this point it wasn’t a new feeling. It was still a humiliating feeling though. When he finally opened his eyes again and glanced down ward, he saw someone was drawing blood from him. As much as he wanted to move his arm away, he couldn’t because they put more restraints on his arms as a precaution from last time he was able to get one of his arms free.
“What have the results been so far?” Ben could hear a familiar voice question.
He slowly looked over and saw Grace was standing behind the woman taking his blood. The bitch looked even worse up close. He couldn’t say anything though. Mask and all.
“Nothing. I’m getting to understand why the Russians just put him away. Pretty much nothing can kill him and we aren’t making much progress with finding any other weaknesses.”
“And you’re taking his blood, why?” Mallory inquired.
“We’re hoping to see what kind of genetic weaknesses he could have and we need his blood to do some tests for that.” The doctor said.
Ben winced when he felt yet another needle in his arm and he assumed they were taking more blood from him. He tried to jerk his arm away but that did nothing to help him.
“What other procedures will you be performing in the meantime while you wait for the blood tests?”
“We’ll be seeing different ways the Novichok and maybe some other vapors can effect him. Maybe we can use that to kill him rather than using the radiation like they did in Russia.”
That sounded like it would be a painfully slow process. All the Novichok did was make him feel sleepy, almost like an anesthetic. But if he were to die in his sleep, Ben supposed he’d take that over a painful and torturous death.
“You know, maybe we can save some of the blood. If we can use his genes, maybe we can make a different hero. One that’s better than Homelander. Raise him up to take Homelander down.” Mallory suggested.
“Work for us? They’d be labeled as just another super terrorist or supervillain or whatever the term is. Are you sure that would be a good idea?”
“If we can shut down Vought once and for all, then anything would be worth it.”
Ben couldn’t stand for it. He wouldn’t let his DNA be used for someone else’s experimentation. Especially not after the last child turned out to be such a damned disappointing excuse to be called his son. He wouldn’t let that happen again.
“No…” He managed to speak and Mallory looked over at him.
“No what? I don’t think you have much control over what we do here.”
“Do not.. make another kid. Not like that bitch Homelander…”
Mallory heard the comment coming from Soldier Boy. She was almost amazed that he could even gather up the consciousness to form a sentence with how much Novichok they were gassing him up with. She hoped he wasn’t growing some sort of immunity to it. That would be disastrous.
“Trust me, Soldier Boy… if we do find a way to make a child from your DNA, the last thing we want is another Homelander.” She said, but she could tell the thought wasn’t comforting to the fallen hero. Not that it was intended to be a comfort anyway.
“It won’t be like you or Homelander. Maybe it’ll be even stronger than Homelander’s so called son, Ryan.” Mallory shrugged and that was when her phone began to buzz.
She pulled her device from her pocket and looked down, realizing there was an alert from her last residence.
Her eyes widened when she saw the security footage. It was not only the familiar face of Butcher breaking one of her windows to get into her house, but he was working with none other than Quake.
Grace could see from the phone they were looking for something. When Grace watched you look through her office area and she saw you open up her laptop, her stomach dropped. She didn’t know how quickly you’d be able to find this lab, but Mallory knew it would only be a matter of time before you’d be on your way here.
“Keep him sedated.” Mallory said as she turned on her heel while she was about to walk out of the door.
“What’s happening? It’s not like he’s going anywhere.” The doctor said and Grace looked back at Soldier Boy.
Once they made eye contact, Ben knew something must’ve happened. He smirked when he saw a glimpse of weakness in Grace’s eyes, a glimpse of fear.
“We may need to move him. My last location’s been made.” Grace said and walked out of the room.
The smirk remained on Ben’s face as he looked back up at the ceiling. If his assumptions, his hopes even, were correct… you’d be there to get him out of this Hell-hole in no time.
You saw the information on the laptop screen and you smirked before you looked over at Butcher who was just looking over your shoulder.
“I take it you’ve found it?” He asked.
“Yep. Let’s head out. If I know Mallory and her security plans… she may already know we’ve been here.” You commented and wrote down the address. Then you folded the paper in your hand and stood upright.
“We need to move now before she tries to move Soldier Boy.” Butcher nodded before he turned on his heel and headed for the door that’s been left open.
With that, you and Butcher both left the house and rushed to the car because the two of you could hear sirens in the distance. Mallory must’ve sent some kind of security to her home or something because of the break in so now it was time to haul ass.
Neither of you really bothered to buckle up and Butcher started the car and drove off. Meanwhile you grabbed your phone and started typing in the address on the GPS so Butcher could head that way.
You could tell Butcher was speeding with how you felt like you were about to sink into the seat as he took off. The sirens were close for a moment but as Butcher drove the sirens started to sound like they were getting further and further away.
Once you put the location in the GPS and put the phone on the little phone stand, you looked in the passenger mirror, “Do you think we lost them?”
“Ain’t no tellin’ so we may have to take advantage of our other precautions… check the glovebox.” Butcher told you so you opened it up and saw a gun.
“Let’s hope we’ve lost them.” You said, not sure of your aim with a gun and if you could get their tires or if you’d end up missing them and hitting someone else. Boulders you could handle, guns? Not so much.
But unfortunately, you could hear the sirens again and they were gaining on you pretty fast. You looked in the passenger mirror again and you felt a little uneasy.
“Quake, you’re gonna have to use that bloody thing if they get any closer to us. And from the looks of it… they’re coming pretty quick.” Butcher said and you looked down at the gun in your hand.
“Aim for the tires and you should be fine..” You whispered to yourself and you made sure the safety was switched off and you carefully got out of the seat and tried to steady yourself, though it wasn’t so easy since the road was starting to get a little bumpy.
You leaned out of the window and faced behind you. Sure enough, some cars were gaining speed behind you. You tried to steady your breathing while you lifted the hand that was holding the gun and aimed forward for their tires.
You pulled the trigger the first time and flinched when you heard both the gunshot and the tire blow on the first car. Your eyes widened when you saw the first vehicle struggle to keep control and they went off the side of the road.
“And you thought your aiming was bad. Now knock the dust off those other cunts.” Butcher said from the driver’s seat and you nodded to yourself and you pulled the trigger again, then again, taking care of the other two cars. You saw as the front of the two cars met and you could tell they were totaled with the way the airbags went off.
You felt a hand at the back of your shirt to pull you back in, though you realized it was just Butcher. You thanked him and switched the safety back on the gun and put it back in the glovebox. You ran a hand through your hair before you glanced over to the phone, looking to see how long it would be until you’d get to your destination.
“You think Soldier Boy will still be there if Mallory knows we’re on the way?” You questioned, trying not to doubt now of all times.
Butcher shrugged, “We’ve already made it this far. We won’t know if he’s there until we get there.”
After about ten more minutes, you finally arrived at your destination. Butcher went for his little black bag and you knew the V was in it. You put a hand over his and he looked at you.
“What?”
“You’re already dying. Don’t make the process speed up. The only supe that’s in there is Soldier Boy and he’s incapacitated.” You said and you reached into the glove box and pulled the gun out.
“Stick around for Hughie for as long as you can.” He looked at you with an oddly soft look, uncharacteristic of him and you didn’t like it but you could tell he was at least trying to let your words set in. You knew he cared for Hughie a lot, and he was kind of the only voice of reason Butcher seemed to have. It kept Butcher human in a way.
But you couldn’t be sentimental much longer after that.
The both of you got out of the car and they already knew you were coming. Some of the guards were already holding up their weapons and you raised up your hands as a wall of rock and dirt appeared between you and Butcher and the guards. Then with a pushing motion, the wall you created plunged forward and knocked all of the guards down.
When that happened, you already started to feel a little lightheaded. You supposed you weren’t completely at full capacity after the incident at Vought’s tower. But you couldn’t focus on that right now. You had to get Ben out of there. The sooner, the better.
You lifted a boulder and you threw it into the door, breaking a gaping hole into the building and you and Butcher came in. Butcher started shooting at even more of the guards. It was nice to know that even if he didn’t have much of a choice in this matter, he still had your back to a certain extent.
When you caught a glimpse of some people rushing down the hall across your path and you had a feeling you ought to follow them. You bit down on your bottom lip before you started running into that direction.
“What’s happening?” You heard someone call.
“It’s Soldier Boy. He’s trying to break free again. He’s already snapped the leather straps on one of his arms again.”
“Who the hell was watching him?!”
You didn’t care to hear the rest of that conversation because you knew they’d try to get Ben back into that vault. So you followed them and you slammed your fist against the floor.
“W-What was that?!”
“Quake! She’s here!” One of the scientists said and when you looked up you saw the look of terror on their faces. You smirked a little before you put your hands in the crack in the floor you created before you pulled your hands apart, thus splitting the floor open and they fell into the hole. You left it opened so they could at least try to get out on their own.
Then you ran to the other end of the hall, desperately looking for any sign of Ben.
You could feel something tickling your nose and rolling down and as you ran, you lifted a hand to your nose and looked down. You noticed the blood. “Fuck, not now.”
You shook it off and you rubbed your nose before you continued running. That was when you ran past a window where a light was beginning to glow. You opened the door and you saw that some scientists were frantically trying to keep a mask over Ben.
“Ben!” You exclaimed and you caught a glimpse of his gaze. Your eyes locked and then you diverted your attention to the scientists who were working but some of them went to you and they were coming towards you.
They were trying to corner you and you glanced around to see what exactly you could do but then you saw a scalpel. You picked it up and you started stabbing the scientists. As they cried in pain while gripping their arms or sides, you lifted another hand and twisted your wrist a little to try and take a chunk of the wall closest to them and you pushed them out of the room.
The last two scientists that were once hovering over Ben were coming at you. But then your vision was starting to get blurry no matter how hard you were trying to focus as they were coming at you. One of them tackled you to the ground and you were trying to fight them off with the scalpel.
One of them managed to take the scalpel from you and they held it up against your throat but then before you knew it, they went flying somewhere and you thought you heard some kind of crash. Sounded like one of them landed on a table or something, but you couldn’t really be sure.
But when you looked up, you saw Ben was the one hovering over you.
“Y/N, come on. Wake up. You can’t black out now.” You could hear his voice, hearing a twinge of concern and you knew he was right. This wasn’t over yet.
You could tell from the slight strain in his voice he must’ve gone through some sort of Hell of his own these past couple of days. But you couldn’t focus on that right now. It was getting harder to focus on anything but you started to get up and you felt Ben’s hand grip your arm as he basically dragged you up from the ground.
“How are you feeling?” He asked you and you nodded your head slightly, not wanting to move it too much because you felt like your head would explode if you did.
“Fine. Let’s get out of here.” You said and as you were rubbing your eyes to try and get them to focus again, Ben must’ve taken one of the doctor’s scrub pants because when you opened your eyes again, he had a pair of those light blue pants on and some poor guy was sitting there with nothing to cover his lower half.
You and Ben rushed out of the room and you could hear some gunshots.
“Come on, we have to find Butcher.” You said.
“Wait, you brought that asshole with you?” Ben asked.
“Ben, I had to. He was the only one that I could get to tell me where Mallory lived so I could even find this place. Can we talk about that later?” You said.
The two of you began running and that was when you saw a glimpse of Mallory trying to get out of the building and you glared, “Oh Hell no.”
Just as she made it outside, you rushed outside as well. Then you lifted your hands and several boulders appeared from the ground and you used them to crush each and every car that the woman could have possibly used to escape. There were about six vans, three cars, and two cargo vans that must’ve been used for the equipment they used to torture Ben. Every one of them were nothing but useless car parts now.
You saw Grace look back at you before she tried to run off and you clenched your fist and pulled your hand to yourself. Just as you did, the earth rose up and grasped Grace before pulling her to yourself. You rotated your wrist and the earth moved to make the old woman face you.
“I thought of all people, you’d know how much Soldier Boy meant to me. You even worked with me to bring Vought down just to prove they were the ones behind his whole so called death charade. To think you’d be one of the ones that would try to take him from me again.” You said and Mallory looked at you.
When we figured out what we needed to, we would have given him up.” Mallory said and you scoffed.
“If it were up to you, you would have given me a rotting carcass.” You continued.
“How far did you get, huh? What exactly have you found?” You asked and she shook her head.
“I haven’t found anything other than the Novichok because of Frenchie.” She said and you glared as you tightened your fist, causing the earth to act as an iron maiden, threatening to pierce the old woman’s body.
“I swear! Radiation does nothing but strengthen his energy blasts. Vapors just act as an anesthetic to keep him stabilized. That’s all I know.”
“Good… that’s the last thing you’ll ever find out about him.” You promised and with a snap of your fingers, the spikes went through Mallory’s body. She didn’t even have the chance to scream before the life left her eyes.
When you released the earth’s grip on her body, she plopped to the ground almost like a sack of potatoes. She was nothing but a bloody mess with holes in her clothes where her wounds were.
“Y/N! What did you do?!” Butcher called out.
When you turned around, you saw both Ben and Butcher walking forward. But everything that’s happened in the last several moments took a lot from you. The blurriness returned and that was the last you remembered.
Ben’s eyes widened when he saw you start to fall and he started running to you.
“Fucking Hell.” Ben said as he caught you just in time, knowing you must’ve overdone it. Your recovery time must’ve gotten longer since the tower. This whole rescue thing didn’t help at all.
“She bloody killed Mallory!” Butcher exclaimed and Ben glared.
“Like you’ve never killed anyone before.” Ben reminded.
Ben noticed Butcher went over to the woman and watched as Butcher sighed a little.
“She was ready to see her family though. She’d been ready for a long time.” Butcher said and Ben just let out a hum, not really interested as he looked down at you.
He put his hand on the pile point in your neck and let out a breath of relief. Then, Ben looked over at the building that had kept him the past several days. He carefully laid you down on the ground for a moment before he focused his energy to his center again. Afterwards, the next thing he knew there was another explosion and the building and everything inside was destroyed.
“You’ve gotten better at that, haven’t you?” Butcher said and Ben looked over at the man in the coat.
“I guess.” He said before Ben turned his attention back to you. He knelt down at your side before he took you into his arms again and he stood up. He felt the way your body leaned into his chest and he was honestly glad you found him. But he needed to get you some place safe so you could recover.
“You think she’ll be alright?” Butcher asked as he walked over but Ben could sense the sort of caution Butcher had.
“You know I’m not a ticking time bomb, right? Yeah, she’ll be okay. Just need to get her somewhere safe so she could rest up.” Ben said.
Butcher rubbed the back of his neck. A part of him didn’t want to help Soldier Boy since he would have killed Ryan if he had the chance, but aside from the threat you made, you were alright for a supe he supposed. You weren’t his favorite person in the world, but you did promise to keep Soldier Boy accountable and you said you’d stay away from everyone’s families if you got Soldier Boy back.
“Come on… I know a thing or two about stealing cars. I’ll give you a card and you can get her to a hotel to rest up.” Butcher said.
Ben looked up at Butcher, almost wondering if this was some kind of joke or if this was some trick. Could you blame him for being hesitant when the man turned on him back in the tower?
“Why? I didn’t kill Homelander and Y/N killed your little friend.” Ben said.
“If she can keep somebody like you in line when you can’t be killed, then we need her around. The world does. Just don’t let anyone here catch you around. Especially MM. He still wants to kill you.” Butcher said.
“Now are you coming or not?”
Ben was still skeptical about this whole thing, but he knew he didn’t have any other choice. So he nodded and he carried you out to Butcher’s car and the three of you rode somewhere to try and steal someone’s car from some gas station or something.
Ben was sitting down beside you on the bed while you rested. By that time, Ben had already used the card to buy himself some clothes so he wasn’t wandering around in scrub pants. He was wearing some t-shirt and some sweatpants and he had some socks on his feet.
Other than that, he hadn’t left your side. He wanted to make sure he was there for you whenever you’d wake up. Although he knew it may take a little longer than he wanted to. Still, it had been several hours since the both of you left Mallory’s little lab or whatever. It couldn’t be too much longer now, could it?
He gazed at your figure and he reached out to brush a stray hair away from your face. Then he moved to reach for the remote on the night stand so there would be some kind of background noise rather than the silence.
Ben looked over at the television and noticed some trailers for some new movies were out. He rolled his eyes a little. There were times where he got really tired of seeing supe movies. So Ben used the remote to try and find something worth watching. Then he saw a black and white film, something that took him back in time.
He recognized Clark Gable and Doris Day on the screen and it made him smile when he was able to at least recognize those faces, even if they weren’t exactly his favorite actors. The movie was apparently called Teacher’s Pet when he saw the title on the screen before it flashed away.
Ben started growing a little more interested in the old movie, there was something about it that felt more familiar to him. Maybe it was because it was something from a familiar time.
“You know, I loved Clark Gable back in the day.” Ben heard a familiar voice say and when he looked down, he saw your beautifully colored eyes opened and on the screen.
He smiled as he turned the volume down since the television switched to some adds now and he turned to face you, “You’re awake.”
“How long was I ou-“ He interrupted you with a kiss, unable to wait any longer.
He could hear you chuckling against his mouth and he slowly pulled away and he looked down at you, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing…. I’m just glad to see you too.” He heard you say and he grinned before he cupped your face in the palm of his hand.
“You over did yourself again.” Ben stated.
“Twice.” You answered.
“I know. You wanna tell me about the tower?” He asked and you shook your head a little.
“Not much to tell. You went out the window, I went to panic mode that switched to some kind of rage mode. I’m surprised I was awake right after. I looked for you but realized I hat to run. Found some abandoned building to crash in and I crashed there for a while. The first two days I felt like I’d puke if I even thought about standing. By day three I was able to at least walk.” You said and Ben sighed.
“You really shouldn’t use your powers for a while.”
“Since when did you become a doctor?” He heard you ask and he saw your smile.
“I’d make a pretty shit doctor. But I’d rather not watch you black out again.” He admitted and you nodded before he felt you move closer to him, so Ben wrapped an arm around your smaller frame.
“What about you? How are you feeling?” Ben heard you question and he smiled a little. But then he remembered some pain killers or whatever other kind of drugs Butcher handed him before he went back to his little group.
“I’m fine. A hell of a lot better now that I’m away from that place. But here, take this. Butcher said it’s supposed to help with whatever migraine you might get.” He said and handed you some water and a couple of pills.
He watched you sit up and you took the pills before you started drinking some water.
“How long have I been out?” You finally asked him and Ben shrugged a little.
“Several hours.”
“So… what do we do from here?” He heard you ask and he chuckled a little.
“I thought you would have thought about it a little more. What’s the situation with your house? Couldn’t we just go back there?” Ben asked but then he watched you shake your head.
“No, Vought got to it and destroyed pretty much everything. Honestly, I think our best bet may be leaving the country.” You admitted and Ben frowned at that idea.
“You really think we have to go to that extreme? Mallory remained off the radar for several years and so did you, and you were able to stay in the states.” Ben stated, you hummed a little.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure if I can go into hiding again so soon. Who knows if Vought has people all over the country looking for me. Maybe even you if word were to get out that you’re alive.” You said.
“You act like Vought’s got a shit ton of snipers crawling all over the place.” Ben sighed and you shrugged.
“Who knows… you never know what Vought has up their sleeves. And I really don’t want to stick around and find out.” You said.
“If we’re out of the country for at least a year, maybe two. That way Vought thinks we’re out of the picture and it opens some sort of door for us to come back. You know they’re all about their fake deaths for supes they lose or force into retirement. Until then, maybe we can travel. It could be really fun.” You continued.
“Traveling.. might sound alright for a while. At least until things quiet down a bit. People already think I’m dead because of Vought I’m sure.” Ben commented and he watched you nod, confirming his statement.
“So where do you think we should go first?” You asked and Ben felt you place a hand on his own, causing him to grin as he intertwined your fingers.
“As long as we aren’t in Russia, I’ll be happy.” Ben reminded.
“Well, I kind of figured that would be a given… what about Ireland?” You suggested and Ben thought about it for a moment.
“You know what? I think that sounds like a great idea.”
Ben watched the way you smiled softly and he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead while you snuggled closer to him. He looked down at you, loving the fact that you were in his arms again.
“Thank you.. for coming and saving me.” He whispered and you hummed softly.
“Ben, that’s not anything to thank me for. When you love someone, you’d do anything to make sure they’re safe. I lost you once when you went out of the country, then again at Vought when Queen Maeve pushed you out of that window. I couldn’t lose you again after I just got you back.” You insisted.
Ben’s gaze softened. If he wasn’t mistaken, that may have even been the first time you said you loved him, even if it was in some sort of descriptive way. He knew you loved him based on the letters you’ve written him over the years, but he’s never heard you actually say it.
“God, you’re nothing like Crimson Countess, are you?” Ben chuckled and you rolled your eyes.
“I don’t think I could hate you nearly as much as she did.” You replied, he hummed as he looked down at you, observing your features.
“My world would crumble if you hated me half as much as she did. Then it would completely disappear if anything were to happen to you, if I lost you.” He admitted.
There was a change in the dynamic between the two of you in that moment, a shift in the atmosphere in a way. It was something the two of you hadn’t been able to sit and relish in ever since he came back. The two of you had been so preoccupied with his mission of killing the members of Payback, then the Homelander fiasco, then you rescuing him from Mallory’s lab.
“You know… when I woke up and heard the TV… a part of me wondered if everything that’s happened this past week and a half has been a dream.” You admitted.
“How do you mean?” Ben said gently.
“I mean… You’ve been gone for so long… I spent years in my house writing all of those letters. I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of what it would be like if you were to come back. This whole endeavor… A part of me thought after Mallory’s lab, that was just the end of another dream. A part of me wonders if I’ll ever get over the surrealism.”
Ben chuckled, “You really must’ve worn yourself out if you’re still thinking it was all a dream after this whole time.”
“Well, Ben… why don’t you show me how real all of this is?” You asked him, then a smirk started to appear on Ben’s face.
“With pleasure.” Ben said as he leaned down for a kiss. A kiss that would surely take your breath away and show you that this was reality. That this would be your new reality for the rest of your life and that you’d never lose him again.
After so many decades of being away from Ben, you knew what it was like to wander the earth as if you’d lost your other half. You knew how it felt to be so alone for so many years. You’ve felt out of place for so long but with Ben in your grasp again, you felt whole, complete. It was a happiness you hadn’t felt in so long and you were glad you finally had the man you loved beside you again and you couldn’t wait to see how the next several decades would treat the both of you.
It would certainly be an adventure, one you were more than eager to share with Ben for the rest of your life.
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Stede and Ed really suck this season. Looking back, lots of their scenes were extremely cinematic and/or quotable: the dream sequence at the start, the mermaid scene, the thing about breathing the same air, the kiss under the moonlight, them banging with fireworks going off outside, Ed reading Stede's letter, the kiss and love confession during the fight with the English, and finally them standing together in the dilapidated house that is supposedly going to become their inn.
It felt heavily like style over substance. Meanwhile they spent the entire season flip flopping between being together, breaking up, taking things slow, taking things fast. It led to a severe case of arrested development for both of them, because at the end of the season neither of them really changed, they never talked through their issues which could help progress their relationship in a meaningful way.
I mean hell, Stede is worse this season than he was before. In the past he was self-centred and a bit of a dick, sure, but at the end of the day he did seem to care about his crew. And there he is, being the one to suggest that Ed go back to the ship and the crew, one half of which he marooned, and the other he spent weeks or months traumatizing. And on the same day that the very crew unanimously decided to kick Ed off the ship. Like??
Ed, similarly, seemed so... Confused is probably the best word to describe him this season. And I don't even mean the character himself, but the way he was written. We have established looong ago that he doesn't want to be a pirate anymore, yet after he abandons his leathers, he immediately retrieves them within like one day. And sure, he did it to protect Stede. But then he kinda... Did a complete 180° and suddenly wants to actually go back to piracy? Then he's supposed to rejoin the crew of the Revenge only to then stay on land with Stede with the intention to run an inn?
He seems all over the place, and not in a way that feels interesting or entertaining anymore. I mean hell, the first three episodes of the season were amazing, and he was definitely one of the highlights of them. He was incredibly intense in everything he did, hurting, heartbreaking, wanting to go down and willing to take the entire world with him. Those three episodes were probably my favourite bit of television that I've ever seen.
But then... Stede showed up.
And in the end Ed got reduced to this hollow character that doesn't seem to know what he wants at all, and it feels like it's going to bite him in the ass very soon, and hard. He didn't do any of the heavy lifting of development he could've or should've gone through. Izzy did. And then he bled out in Ed's arms.
What worries me is that DJenkins said in interviews before that ideally the show is supposed to end after three seasons, and (if we get season 3 at all, that is) if that is the case, if Ed and Stede are supposed to get a happy ending together that is meant to feel earned and gratifying, they won't have nearly enough time for it. I mean, they hardly talk about the things that matter, that are important to talk about if you want to have a serious relationship with another person. And sure, they might both feel this intense pull towards one another, but that isn't nearly enough to make it work between them. For one, love sometimes simply isn't enough. And I hope that they realize it in time.
#ofmd#ofmd s2#ofmd s2 spoilers#ofmd spoilers#ofmd critical#sorrryyyy but i realized i still have a lot more to sayyyyyyyy#it sucks because i used to really like these characters#sigh
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Bully! Billy Having A Crush On You
only a few episodes into season 2 and so far the only crime that billy has commited is having a juicy fat ass lalala
*delusional about billy becoming a bad person*
-He’s new at your school and he has a crush on you right away, just because you’re so sweet
-You’re kind and soft in nature, but people still respect you around school
-Billy doesn’t know how to handle his emotions without anger, because he’s not really been taught or had any good examples (me and Neil have beef fr)
-Billy’s gets into trouble a lot, so you definitely notice him
-You don’t think much of him, apart from the fact that he’s loud and outgoing and always arguing with teachers
-He doesn’t know quite how to catch your attention, since you keep to yourself, but that makes him even more attracted to you
-You’re a bit of a challenge, not throwing yourself on him like a lot of girls do
-How much you seem to completely ignore him, makes him want to go even more out of his way to make sure you know his name soon
-He wants to hear you scream it
-Literally the one time you said his name he almost creamed his pants
-Your English teacher asked some students some questions on their views on the poem, and he asked Billy
-Billy had a vague understanding of what was going on, so he said some simple thoughts
-When the teacher asked you, you started with, “Like Billy said..” and then continued his train of thought with your own ideas
-Billy couldn’t believe it, he wanted to listen to you closely but he couldn’t
-He just kept looking at your side profile from a few rows away and thought about you saying his name, about even knowing his name
-He literally shifted in his seat at the sound of his name past your lips
-He felt like a little excited girl
-Once he decided you were gonna be his, it was honestly bad news for you
-He’d throw pencils at you when the teacher wasn’t looking, tickle the back of your neck when he walked past you in the corridor, maybe even push you here and there so that you drop your books
-You started to really grow a disdain to him, you didn’t like him much: he was a bully
-You were patient with his teasing despite thinking it was childish, so you tried to ignore him
-Until one day
-Billy was leaning against the lockers waiting for a friend when you walked past, and he put his foot out for you to trip on
-You did trip, slightly, only one book that you were holding falling out of your hands
-Billy smirked and leaned down to help you, “Lemme get that for you, clutz”
-You picked it up faster than him he could, and got up and rolling your eyes, “You’re such a dick”, you groaned, and walked away, without even looking at him
-Billy wouldn’t show it, but his feelings were a bit hurt
-He didn’t really know how to show his feelings, and in his eyes, since he was teasing you, he thought it would be obvious to you that he only teased you because he liked you, and wanted you to pay attention to him
-He wouldn’t have predicted that anything could be worse than you ignoring him, but this was it
-He drove fast home after that and couldn’t stop thinking about you for the rest of the night
-He tried to swallow his pride and ask Max for advice, but he didn’t, since he thought that at her young age she wouldn’t know what girls like
-Besides, he’s Billy Hargrove, he hardly needs girl advice
-A few days later, he saw you at your locker, taking out a piece of candy and putting in your mouth, before shoving the wrapper and empty packet in your locker
-He walked up to you confidently, wanting to spark a conversation, hoping that once he got talking to you it would be easier to assess what you think of him
-He leaned against the locker next to you
- “Can I have one?”
- “Sorry”, you replied, not sorry at all. “It was my last one, unless you want this one”, you say, sticking out your tongue a little for him to see the sour sweet in your mouth
-Billy, without any warning, comes closer to you, and sucks the sweet off your tongue and into his mouth
-You gasp shocked and slightly disgusted, since you barely knew him
- “That was my last one”, you mumbled in distaste, watching him happily suck on the candy. “That’s …kinda gross”
- “Mmm”, Billy dramatically moaned at the taste, “You made it taste even better”
-You pouted and closed your locker, ready to leave
- “Sorry sweetheart, you want it back?”, he said, leaning closer to your face, ready to kiss it back in your mouth
- “I’m good, really”
-Though the slightly weird interaction stayed with you for the rest of the day, it was the second time Billy approached you that sparked questions in your mind
-He walked up to you in the corridor, walking by your side as you left to go home
- “You want a ride?”
-You keep walking with Billy by your side, not sure what to think, when a girl comes up to the both of you
- “Hey Billy”, she says chewing gum, “Can I get a ride home again?”
-She slides her hand down his arm and he shrugs it off
- “Go away Ashley, I’m talking to Y/N”, he quietly barks at her, like he doesn’t want you to hear it
-She looks at the both of you and walks away
-But Billy stays by your side
- “A ride, Y/N?”
-Did he, like you?
-Was his immature childish bullying because he liked you?
-It was a slippery slope down from there, with constant rides home and sharing of chewing gum (against your will, usually), it was obvious that Billy had a crush on you
-Which was weird, since Billy wasn’t known for his long term relationship seeking, so him taking you out to the movies or going to your house to study without making any moves was strange
-You weren’t sure why he liked you, since you weren’t the same stuck up popular kind of girl Ashley was, or a super smart innocent princess like Nancy Wheeler, but he did
-So, once parked outside of your house after he drops you off home again, you simply, ask
- “Why is it that you like me?”
-Billy wasn’t sure how to answer, since he didn’t want to seem to soft quite yet
-It took a while for him to open up to anyone, but he needed to answer honestly, since you two dating probably depended on it
- “You’re so sweet, and… lovely”, he said, not realising how generic it sounded
-You scrunched your nose up and laughed, “Alright”
- “No, I mean”, he sighed. He took your face in his fingers to turn you to look at him. “You remind me of my mum”
-You had so many questions at that, not knowing much about Billy’s upbringing, or family life, or not even having been to his house
-You smiled at him warmly, and he took this as a invitation to pull your face closer to his, and kiss you, for the first time without sharing chewing gum
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Ep4: wwx's reign of terror <3
god the landscape shots for this show are so pretty
and so it begins....the hypocrisy here in the lan clan's claim to being above worldly things, but their willingness to accept such an indulgent, magnificent gift. lqr was looking very pleased when he saw this come out. the commentary on the core corruption and indulgence of the major sects who have such high values that they pretend to ascribe to starts early. the lan principles are good, on the whole, they just don't always practice what they preach. sects are human and imperfect constructions led by flawed individuals. this is why an ending where wwx and lwj leave the sects behind is so gratifying to me!
lan xichen was such a real one for this. I'd fall in love with him too. the subtext in this episode starts strong and never really lets up
I was going to mention how stupid wen chao is, and he is indeed foolish and arrogant, but his actions barely even matter. so what if he set the lan guard on fire and told lxc to his face that they're delivering someone? so what if he almost starts a fight in the receiving hall? he's untouchable. he's been taught that the wens can do anything at all and there are zero consequences for his actions. the lans won't dare discipline him, so he can be as insulting and aggressive as he wants. it's so jarring to see in this setting full of careful civility, ceremony, and respect. but something the show really hammers in is that the world exists outside the rules of etiquette and people can and will act against it for their own ends. politeness won't prevent violence and aggression must be confronted
wwx was indeed the only one to verbally confront wen chao, but in a fun little microcosm of several relationship dynamics, lwj was clearly ready to physically fight him. he stayed back because of lxc shaking his head, but if not for the restraint of his sect/family he would have backed wwx up in holding wen chao accountable and he probably would have been quicker to fight than wwx was
this is so fucked up though bc the lans aren't even fighters. they're cultivators and scholars. they're not a fort like the nies, and they haven't been marshaling power like the wens. they have a few special guqin attacks but it's not a surprise that gusu was overrun
wwx is already lowkey obsessed and he's not used to being ignored bc he's handsome so he's all sulky and in denial about lwj not paying attention to him
life lessons from wwx: enjoy nature. seize the day. don't envy others. remember the good things in life. practice gratitude. drink and eat to your heart's content. go after that pretty boy <3
hellpp he went to try to touch it my boy is so impulsive
wwx acts out and plays around, and it must be frustrating that he doesn't behave, but jc tends to default to blaming wwx instead of holding other characters accountable for their equally poor behavior (jzx for being a dick, the lans for being inflexible and unreasonable, wen chao for being aggressive and inflammatory), or taking into account the situation or context. it seems like jc is hardly ever on wwx's side and never backs him up and I feel like people assuming jc is always in the right and his perspective on wwx is objectively correct need to keep in mind that he's also a young teenager deeply enmeshed in an incredibly complicated emotional/family situation, with high-stakes political and personal strings tied to his relationships with everyone in his family, and what he says about wwx does not necessarily reflect the objective truth or even his own feelings
HE CALLED JC A MANWHORE?? okay I stand by what I just wrote but goddamn, CR-era wwx really is a brat. at this stage in their dynamic he's giving as good as he gets despite their underlying issues and their inherent difference in status
this scene KILLS ME. no fish for jyl??? who MADE the rest of the dinner??? you want her to starve?? you bastards. such a stark visual reminds us that jyl isn't here to be her own person with her own wants, she's here to fill a role of bridging the gap between her brothers and making them play nice. they're acting like such children here
extremely funny to see characters passing notes, doodling, snacking in class, and putting 'kick me'-esque signs on the backs of their teachers robes. even though this is set in the past, some things are eternal. also I think the turtle is a gay joke. kind of homophobic of you, wwx
wwx just can't win! lqr was trying to catch him out in making a mistake, but wwx genuinely knows all this already. but even though he knows it all, he's still not allowed to be proud of himself. lqr wanted to punish him for his behavior and was trying to find a way to do it by criticizing his knowledge, but wwx (literal genius) just can't be stumped
no wonder so many people don't like lwj while wwx appreciates him...most people have to study really hard to know this stuff and lwj just makes it look effortless to Be Perfect. but wwx is already at his level and so he doesn't resent him for his skills, he just disagrees with their application and lwj's conduct
you know what I just realized? wwx is approaching this like a survivalist. at his core he's practical and efficient and he'll do what he needs to in order to survive. this is the logic of a person who grew up starving on the streets and used whatever was available to make it out. of course the well-bred and wealthy cultivators are horrified and scandalized, whispering in shocked conversations about this evil technique. because they don't know what it's like to be that desperate
wen ning 🥺 he must have been so young when he died
this was honestly so gay. I don't ship ningxian but I think there was a little something there.
aww when lwj shows up, wwx has the BIGGEST smile we've seen all episode. look at that boy. he's like the sun
personal highlights: ep4
the show making it clear early on that this is a commentary on the society it depicts, and that the lans aren't perfect despite appearances
lwj ready to throw down with wen chao
lxc and meng yao's first meeting
wwx's guide to life
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Chapter 43 - The Friday after the Sunday.
Episode 2.
------Congo's point of view--------
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Congo: I heard Andy yelp from the bathroom, well knowing he must be with Daniel as I didn't hear him call for help. I moaned softly at the thought of Daniel banging him hard against the bathroom wall, probably fucking Andy so wildly he would leave him drooling down his shoulders. And then I moaned even deeper as I felt Evan glide his hand into my pants, and drag my hard dick outside my pants, feeling it against his own dick he also had freed Evan… you…. I moaned deep you don't have to…
Evan: I could hardly believe it as he locked his hand around both our dicks and very insisting kept rubbing them together. It had been a very big surprise when he had let me enter Andy together with him, but after all Andy had still been involved, but now this, it was only him and me. But his rapid moans and hoarse breathing confirmed he liked what he was doing, and judging by his movements, pretty close to coming as well. And as soon as I made the thought, he moaned out loud and came on me. Mostly my pants, but some of it landed on my lower stomach, making me moan out in pleasure as I let myself cum in his hand
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Congo: I panted softly and didn't dare to move, neither speak for that matter
Evan: But then, he to my surprise started kissing me again, small light kisses on my lips, slowly sliding off me, and dragging me with him, so we both ended up on our sides, facing each other.
He looked deep into my eyes and blushed lightly I need…. more….
Congo: Evan… I can't…
Evan: Not sex… I just need you…. close he blushed even more and looked down shyly
Congo: Oh god, please don't look like that! You make it harder for me to say no! I quickly got up and took of my pants, slowly getting back into bed, planting a firm hand on his hip, slowly pushing him
Turn to your other side.
We can spoon a bit, but boxers stays on!
Evan: He nodded softly and turned, pressing himself against me, and along that his ass also got pressed against my groin, making me moan out in agony. I wanted to be inside him so badly. But I knew it was one of the two lines we shouldn't cross. He moaned softly and grabbed on to my arm, wrapping it around himself, but after only few seconds of warm embrace, he let my hand travel down to his crotch, letting my hand slip inside the small opening at the front of his boxers.
Congo: I moaned softly as I touched his soft skin, feeling him still sticky from the cum. I leaned in and started planting soft kisses on the back of his neck, making sure to cover each cm of skin, to get as much taste of him as possible.
Evan: He moaned deep and hoarse, pressing himself harder against my body, digging his fingers into the mattress. I knew I had to stop soon, or it would be impossible for both of us to hold back! But just as another begging moan escaped his lips, it became too much for me
Congo: I roughly grabbed his shoulder, pinning his back down onto the mattress, and as he laid there, observing me with surprised eyes, I quickly slid myself on top of him, instantly wrapping my arms tight around him, to comfort him and let him know everything was going to be okay. Not to fear me. And so I started licking and biting the side of his neck, feeling him wrap a leg around me, rubbing himself tight against my dick again
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Andy: The thought of Evan and Congo in bed drove me insane, and within minutes I was hanging over Daniels shoulder, drooling and moaning so much my voice broke a few times, I was just on the verge of passing out as he suddenly, and very unexpectedly got out of me and before I could react, he had planted my feet on the ground
Are we done?
Daniel: Nah fuckboy… we're just getting started!
Move forwards! He moved to the side a bit to give me space, and my legs were shaky as I took a few steps forwards in the the tub, supporting myself against the shower wall not to fall. He quickly got behind me, and thrust himself back inside me, leaving me yelping a few more times, almost falling. But then he planted his hands on my chest, pressing me against him, so I no longer could fall. He started thrusting back and forwards inside me. Making me moan so rapidly that it got hard for me to breathe normally, leaving me dizzy and close to fainting again
Yeah… you like this don't you?
His voice was hoarse and cheeky
You like me fucking you so hard I'm almost ripping you open!
Andy: Fuck yeah!! I moaned in a whimpering tone fuck me Daniel! I love your dick!
Daniel: Mmm of course you do you little slut! Now be a good girl and open up wide… I have a surprise for you!
Andy: I gasped as I felt him insert something, and then it started buzzing lightly, making me moan out loud.
Was that? Was that the electrical toothbrush?
Daniel: I'm gonna fuck you till there's nothing left to fuck…. till you're just one big gaping hole filled with my filthy cum! I want it to run out of you for days!
Andy: Oh god yes!!! Fuck me more!!! More!!!! I moaned loud and lead one of his hands up to my throat, locking it around it, and squeezed his hand hard Choke me!
Daniel: He tightened his grip and started pounding me violently, creating loud wet slapping sounds against my ass cheeks as his body hit against them fiercely
You're such a dirty little slut… always hungry for more…. now be a good girl and cum for me, hm?
Andy: I moaned loud as I felt him pin the toothbrush against my prostate, watching the cum instantly seep out of my bouncing dick. God I felt like I wanted 10 dicks inside me at the same time! Nothing was big enough to satisfy my growing hunger
Milk me!!!
Daniel: Mmmhhh I'm gonna make you cum so much that you're completely empty you little slut.
Grab that glass over there!! He nodded towards the sink only few cm from us, and I did as he said, almost dropping it as my hands were slippery. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open, French kissing me sloppy, like he didn't really bother with me any longer, I was just a piece of meat for him to satisfy himself with, and I wanted nothing besides his big pulsating dick, reaching deep inside me, causing me pain and pleasure as he kept violating me and treating me like an animal.
Good pet… now hold it in front of your dick, and keep it there!
I felt him turn off the water and bite into my neck as he kept fiercely pounding me, pressing the toothbrush against several very active spots inside of me, and that way started milking me. I watched the cum seep out of my dick with no break, it just kept coming, slowly, but in a steady flow. It was not many men that knew they were able to do this, but I had discovered I was able to a few months back.
Yeah… keep it coming my little doggie… if you're a good boy you can get more bone!
Andy: I whimpered as he bit harder into my neck and upped his speed. Force fucking me like he had never fucked me before, and I watched my dick as it went completely numb with buzzing feeling, the cum still seeping from it, by now almost having filled half the glass. My moans were louder and louder by the minute, now almost roaring them out as my legs started shaking madly, and I started doubting I could stand up much longer
Daniel: He moaned deeply and pulled my hair Yeah… fuck yeah… look at all that cum doggie…. you have been very very filthy!!! Now, get on all four!!! He roughly pulled himself out and pushed me down in the bottom of the bath tub, grabbing the glass along the way
Didn't you hear what I just said?
Get on your knees you filthy puppy!
Andy: I moaned hoarse and got on all four, looking up at him with dizzy eyes, the tooth brush still stuck inside me, vibrating and buzzing in my whole system, making a string of cum, still dangle from my dick.
Daniel: There we go… mmmm you look so delicious with that tail of yours…he grabbed on to the toothbrush and pressed it a bit further inside me, making me pant for air
Yes… you like that huh? You're the most greedy pet I have ever met… always wanting more, don't you?
Andy: I nodded softly
Daniel: Tell me you want more you little slut… tell me…
Andy: I want more! My voice was hoarse and shaky
Daniel: He grabbed his dick, bent a bit in his knees and shoved it into my mouth, thrusting it down my mouth, so I gagged so hard saliva instantly came out my mouth and left me coughing as he just as roughly pulled out of me again
Now… stop acting like a sissy puppy and drink your vitamins!
He jerked himself twice and came down into the glass of cum, quickly handing it to me Bottoms up you little cum whore!
He grinned wide and once again pushed the toothbrush a bit further in, making me moan loudly as I drank the half glass of cum in one go.
You have no idea how fucking sexy you are!
That was the first time he broke the character he had put upon himself, and for a split second his eyes were mild and almost loving, as he stroke my cheek gently. Then BAM! Without warning he slapped it hard, shoving his dick down my throat again, with same result as last, and as he once again pulled out, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly started drying himself.
❌Sex scene END - readers must be 18+❌
❌ (Congrats, you successfully skipped sex) ❌
Andy: I looked at him questioning, and felt tears press in my eyes, as a sudden, very familiar feeling rushed up in my body, leaving me short of breath. No… nonononono!!! A flash of A grinning wide appeared before my eyes, and I started hyper ventilating. The sex had been so fantastic, but the way Daniel acted right now. Like he couldn't care less. Like he had gotten what he wanted, so I was nothing but a used hole he could just walk away from. The tears started streaming out my eyes, and just as my sobbing reached my ears, I got up, stumbling over the bathroom floor, almost slipping a few times. I roughly opened the door, bursting through it, heading towards the garden, I had no idea where I was running, but I didn't care, I ran as if he was after me, the man who broke my heart and turned me into a terrified excuse of a man in the process. I could barely see where I ran from the tears in my eyes, and as the sound of Evan, Daniel and Congo's voices somewhere behind me reached me, I felt as if my feet didn't know how to stop again. I burst past someone who judging by the body size must have been Akin, probably arriving for the blood samples, and then I heard Evan's voice crying out for me to stop, just as I felt something pierce through my whole body, like a lightening, and I fell to the ground sobbing loudly
Daniel: He was the first by my side, kneeling down next to me a split second after I hit the ground, quickly grabbing one of my hands. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but then I saw tears streaming out his eyes
I'm so fucking sorry Andy!!! I didn't want to do that, but that fucking shithead told me to!!
I'm so fucking sorry!!! Please please forgive me!!!! he sobbed softly and I looked at him with confused eyes. Then I saw Evan and Congo kneel down next to me as well, Congo quickly grabbing my other hand, holding it tightly
Congo: I'm here, I'm here! Breathe!!
Evan: He sobbed loudly and his eyes were terrified as he laid my head in his lap and dug his fingers into my hair
Please don't leave us!!! I fucking can't loose you! Not now! Not ever!!!
Akin: He bend over me and smiled warmly Andy… this will hurt… but it will soon be over.
Andy: I looked at him with terrified eyes and shook my head NO!!!
Evan: What the fuck are you talking about?! He looked at Akin with equally terrified eyes
Congo: Stop!! I demand to know what's going on?! No one touches him till I know what's going on! IS THAT CLEAR?!?! his voice roared through the garden
Daniel: Sobbed even louder and leaned his forehead against my shoulder I'm so so so sorry!!! I only tried to help!!!
Gaby: Akin, please stop!! That's enough!!
She suddenly stood on the side of him, holding onto his shoulder tight. And then, without a warning, Akin spoke
Akin: You and Evan, can never be together. Ever.
Say your goodbies. Now.
Andy: I looked at him in disbelief No? But… wh-why? I started shaking in my whole body as my sobbing grew louder
NOOOO!!!! NOOOOOO!!! You can't do this!!! CONGO!!!!
Evan: He started hyperventilating and let go of me, crawling a few meters away as he buckled and I could hear him puke in the grass
Congo: This is fucking insane!! GET OUT OF MY GARDEN!!! NOW!!!!
Andy: The pain inside me was so strong, I dug my fingers into their hands, and all I could feel was my heart crying out for Evan, slowly feeling him getting ripped from me. And then I felt something strange, kinda like an electricity deep inside my veins, not in a painful way, but soothing and warming. And as I looked at my hands they started glowing red
CONGO!!! LET GO!!!
Congo: He looked at me, then noticed my hands, and quickly let go, just as quick grabbing onto Daniels hand, wrestling it from mine
Daniel: No!
Congo: LOOK! He pointed at my hands and quickly got up, dragging Daniel a few steps away from me. And just as he did, I felt a warmth through my whole body, bursting to be let out, and before I could get to reach, I was surrounded in orange light, but only for a second, and to my surprise no flames. And just as fast as it had happened, it was gone again. I felt relaxed, calm, 100% at ease. I looked up at Akin with a calm smile, and slowly got up, placing both my hands on his shoulders
I see now what you did, and why my voice was calm and firm Thank you.
I turned to Daniel, smiling softly Both of you.
Congo: What is happening? he looked at me with scared eyes
Andy: Congo… I'm okay… I'm more than okay I smiled lovingly and walked up to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips
The mate bond.
Daniel had to wound me, then Akin had to scare me, in order to make the mate bond kick in.
You remember when I chose you?
I stroke his cheek softly to calm him, grabbing Daniels hand with my free hand, caressing it softly
The truck, how I thought I would lose you.
I was wounded, scared, thinking I could never be with you again if that truck had hit you.
Akin figured he needed to create the same environment to obtain a result.
So he asked Daniel for help.
Congo: But… how do you know?
Andy: I just do… I heard Akin's voice inside my head as the orange light appeared.
Congo: So it was not your fire?
Andy: No, it was the mate bond.
You remember I was floating when I chose you? Right?
I guess it was a slightly different affect when I chose Evan.
Congo: So you chose him now too?
The bond is created?
Andy: I nodded my head lightly Yes I looked back at Evan and slowly walked to him, feeling the calm slowly fade as I started returning more to my usual Andy. I slowly sat down next to him, he was curled up as a ball, softly sobbing
Evan? My voice was soft and concerned please come here… I grabbed him and quickly pulled him up in my lap
It's over now… you don't ever have to go through this again.
Evan: But, I don't want it to be over.
I want to marry you, have your babies. Please don't leave me.
Andy: Shh shh shhh.. the mate bond Evan… the mate bond is complete. I chose you.
Evan: He sobbed loudly and pressed his face against my chest Is it real?? Is it finally real??
Andy: I chuckled softly and kissed his hair, tears of joy streaming down my face
Yes… it's real! You're mine! I'm yours! Finally!!
Evan: He sobbed loudly and wrapped his arms tight around me, digging his fingers into my back.
Akin: he spoke loud so we could all 4 hear it I do apologize we had to poke so hard at it.
And I hope you will all understand I did it to help.
I apologize I had to drag Daniel into it as well, but it was the only way.
Congo: Only way my ass! I didn't see that one coming, Congo's fist connecting so fast with Akin's jaw, that even Akin was surprised and went straight down on the ground. Congo's voice was firm and deep
Now I understand, and I thank you for the outcome.
But there was no reason to drag Daniel in, you could have found another way, and informed me first.
I am thankful the boys are finally bonded, but for the rest of the night, and tomorrow too, I want you nowhere near my house.
Is that understood?
Akin: Nodded softly and got up with Gaby's help supporting him
Congo: He looked at Gaby with an apologizing smile that goes for you as well Missy, at least for tonight.
Gaby: She nodded understanding and quickly left with Akin silently
Congo: He smiled apologizing at all of us Andy and Evan, please take the master bedroom tonight and get inside quickly.
It's too cold out here, I don't want any of you to get sick, okay?
Daniel and I won't make it as far as to the master bedroom, so it's yours for the night.
He smiled warmly as he grabbed the still light sobbing Daniel and threw him over his shoulder, slapping his ass gently
Come one BOY…. it's time for some of the heavy gun! He chuckled warmly and winked at me as Daniel instantly stopped sobbing and moaned out exited
Andy: I chuckled hoarse, and dried a palm over Evan's wet cheeks Let's get to bed?
Evan: He nodded softly Yeah… please…
Andy: As we 2 minutes later laid curled up in bed, the house phone rang, I sighed softly as I picked it up, holding Evan tight in the nook of my arm Yeah?
Gaby: Sorry… I didn't get to say this before, Congo scared the shit out of me so yeah… I know Evan probably doesn't wanna speak with me right now, but I kinda have a small thing I would like to say to him.
Andy: Can't it wait till tomorrow?
Gaby: She hesitated a bit No… I think it's definitely better to say it tonight.
Andy: I sighed softly And you're not gonna drag him through some more shit?
Gaby: No Andy, I promise, and I'm truly very sorry, but I would never have agreed to this, if I didn't believe you could all handle to be pushed a bit.
Can I please?
Andy: I sighed softly Alright… Evan?
Evan: He looked up at me with sleepy eyes Yeah?
Andy: I handed him the phone without telling him who it was
Evan: Yeah?… uhu…. he sighed deep no, I get it…but another time, I dunno… a heads up perhaps?
He sighed softly yeah… yeah, no, it's alright, we're good.
Thank you.
Yeah…. yeah, I'm listening… uhu… uhu… yeah? his eyes widened and he at the same time looked a bit shocked. I almost grabbed the phone from him to end the call, but then a huge smile appeared on his face, and tears started streaming down his cheeks
YES!!! Yes… I'm so up for that!! No, as soon as possible, I don't wanna wait another day!!!
He sobbed softly and closed his eyes, listening to her voice on the line, and I begged that everything was okay
Yes… yes, I'm so fucking…. THANK YOU!!!!
He sniffled his nose and chuckled as he dried the back of his hand over his cheeks
Yes, yes please call Congo as well… yeah… thank you Gaby!
Thank you for calling.
As he hung up and handed me the phone he chuckled softly
Andy: What? What happened? I looked at him with curious yet worried, but hopeful eyes
Evan: We can get married!!! The huge smile appeared on his face again, as he wrapped his arms tight around me
Andy: I burst out a chuckling sob as the tears started streaming down my cheeks, and wrapped my arms tight around him as well.
We could finally get married! It was a dream come true!
#Evan Thompson#Andy Shaw-Thompson#Andycorn#Congo Shaw#Daniel Chase Hartwig#Akin Lupei#Gaby#Gabriella Lupei#unicornmanes
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You’re obsessed with Helluva B✡️ss when:
• You immediately loathe Stella
• You ship Stolitz (unless you’re anti-LGBTQIA obviously)
• You start swearing more often (automatically)
• You know the songs somewhat off by heart
• You can imagine Brandon Rogers (Blitz) in your head as you’re reading fanfic and same goes for the other characters.
• You immediately make sure the ø in Blitz’s name is crossed out or dropped when talking/writing and cosplaying him
• You want to (try) and understand every single LGBTQIA sexuality there is
• You go searching what else the VAs have been in
• You realise that Loona and Vortex are the ONLY full heterosexual characters (and Sallie-May is the only trans that was briefly introduced)
• You start using the word “cloaca” instead of dick or C. U. Next. Tuesday (particularly if you’re not comfortable with it)
* You realise that if want a female Stolitz kid; you have to draw it yourself (there’s hardly on Pinterest 😂)
* You start remembering the characters facial expressions and mouthing the quotes alongside them
* You start automatically saying “oh Satan” or “oh crumbs” as a catchphrase
• You automatically want to listen to read/listen LGBTQIA+ books
• The minute you heard the words “Spring Break” your mind goes straight to the episode 😂
• You start watching Brandon Rogers comedic skits on his YT channel
• You automatically start having anything iced ie: iced coffee (haha you do it because it reminds you of Blitz 😂)
* You also want to try out Moxxie’s Starbucks coffee order
* You HATE putting the “o” at the end of Blitz’s name but you have to when you role play as someone like his ex girlfriend or someone who doesn’t have any respect for him
* You realise that Verosika’s VO is the same actress — Cristina Vee — who voiced Marinette / Ladybug in Miraculous Ladybug (congratulations you are now traumatised by this 😆)
* You realise that Striker’s VO — Norman Reedus — is Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead series and now you can’t unhear it 😈
* When you watch Jexi (on Netflix) you realise that Jexi is a electronic female version of Blitz 😆
* You start studying facial expressions that Loona and Octavia got from their respective parent(s)
* You like to listen to the soundtrack from Helluva Boss
Note: If there had been anything that I had learned from Helluva Boss (that was actually helpful) I took a page out of Octavia’s book and now whenever two people become argumentative all I do now is just listen to music
* Eventually you start to get interested in researching certain topics that you’re interested in to learn more about, similarly to Stolas 😂
* You automatically start saying “perf” (short for perfect) shortly after Blitz says it in 2x04 😂
* You snap your fingers self-satisfied similarly to Striker almost comically
* You know the correct terminology for Blitz’s guns (and other variations of weapons 😂)
* You wanna listen to all the musicals that Bryce Puinkham (Stolas) and Barrett Wilbert Weed (Octavia) are in
#it’s funny because it’s true#dysfunctional assholes#helluva boss#I kin octavia to a point#lgbtqia+#im obessed#jexi#netflix#obession#special interest#Spotify
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I swear, some of the rudest and most obnoxious MASH fans are the BJ fanatics. Heaven forbid some people just plain don’t like that character!
i received this ask last night and it's a perfect example of why i don't want to rehash the 'what episode do you start from' debate anymore, even from a purely analytical perspective. it is a discussion that is only pretending to care about situating first-time viewers. it's not about which cast you like more, because there's a negligible amount of henry vs. potter discussion out there. everybody acknowledges that it gets messy and needlessly upsets everyone, and it's always immediately followed up with a bunch of smug posts like 'the correct way to watch MASH is while your married same-sex roommate rails you from behind as your tent is being shelled' which would be funny if it weren't for the convenient timing.
for the record, i'm not saying there isn't a good-faith conversation to be had and honest arguments to be made or that the question should not be asked, i just don't think that is what happens.
it's a ship war. okay, so just ask the real question: hawkeye/trapper or hawkeye/BJ. the problem with that though is that you'd have to actually watch the whole show to enter into that debate without feeling like an asshole. additionally, people would be more likely to point out that the resulting data is flawed because the question (like the 'where do you start' question) merely implies that you must've seen the whole show, and the sample contains a good amount of people who haven't seen the whole thing.
and i use 'feeling like an asshole' because it's a self-imposed expectation which is sometimes enforced by others. i personally believe it's completely valid to like one ship without even considering the other. i'm not sitting around all day getting my feelings hurt thinking about who's sucking hawkeye's dick, i've got bigger dicks that need sucking.
i could (and i do) look the other way on ship wars, but this is tumblr.com where people are increasingly inclined to justify their personal preferences by virtue signalling, at which point it becomes painfully obvious to me how insufferably white this fandom is. a bunch of white people sitting around talking about how hurt their feelings are by trapper and henry cheating on their fictional off-screen wives while potter calls klinger a donkey or a house pet and hardly anyone blinks.
and i've put my time in explaining why and how this is regressive and hurtful using patient, respectful, intellectual words. so if something somehow slips past my filters and i see the equivalent of '3rd wave intersectional feminists wrote welcome to korea' ever again i'm just gonna do as i always do in every arena of my life: mutter 'okay whitey' and move on.
anyway anon, i don't endorse these kinds of blanket statements even if i understand where they come from - and that's not to say i agree with what's you've said, it's just that if you're in a space with one dominant stance that you do not align with then yeah, you're gonna be annoyed. please do that somewhere other than my ask box.
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why butters is an awful character now
ok i’ve already talked about this in full length on my amino blog but like i feel like i have to talk about this shit again bc matt & trey still haven’t fixed this problem and it’s pissing me off lol. ok so like i think butters used to be an amazing character in the golden seasons in like seasons 6-9 when he started becoming a more prominent character and hanging out with the boys more. like those iconic cartman & butters episodes like awesom-o & casa bonita are some of my favs lol. but honestly i think they really ruined him around s12 or s13 when butters started becoming way more mean and douchey for no reason (prob bc the boys corrupted him) lol. i mean the appeal to butters character was how he WASN’T an asshole like the other kids and he was all nice and innocent and behaved like a normal kid that’s what made him funny. now it feels like every single butters episode is just for shock value at this point, like matt & trey seem obsessed with making butters be mean and act all edgy and out of character. i mean like it’s funny when it’s used in moderation bc like it’s cool seeing butters stand up for himself every once in a while when he’s always nice to people but now it’s like all the shock value is gone bc he does that in every single episode now and it’s getting old. like honestly i think the nightmare started in the episode “butters bottom bitch” which was out of character af for butters to do all that pimp shit & then he literally calls a girl fat & ugly in “the hobbit” and sells vapes with cartman in “tegridy farms” and just now in the recent episode he was being a dick to bebe for no reason so she kicked his ass. honestly you know it’s gotten bad when kyle is starting to seem more innocent than butters now lol like how kyle was the one who was against selling vapes while butters wasn’t. some may say it’s character development but it’s honestly just bad character development imo. and the other issue i have with butters now is he gets way too much screen time and appears in more episodes than some of the four boys lol. i’m sorry but i liked butters more as a secondary character and he’s usually only funny to me when he’s interacting with the boys or cartman is messing with him and they’re just using him for some scheme. i rlly don’t like seeing entire episodes focused just on butters bc he’s a lame character on his own & his parents are unlikable too and they’re in too many episodes. he’s honestly suffered the same fate as randy but no one wants to talk about that. you never wanna overuse a comic relief character bc the novelty gets old after a while. like literally the two worst episodes from s25 were the two butters centric episodes. that one where he was doing dressage was so stupid and i also didn’t care for the st patricks day one either. i think it says a lot when the best episodes from s25 people liked the most were the ones that focused on the other boys. my favs were “city people” which was a cartman centric episode and then “the big fix” was a stan episode and “help my teenager hates me” focused on all four but mainly kyle. i mean even on imdb those two butters episodes were the lowest rated ones the stupid ass dressage episode only got a 6.6 lol. i feel like it’s only the normies and casual fans that are obsessed with butters and say he’s their fav. when u take a closer look at the sp fandom and the rlly hardcore fans who watch every episode hardly anyone says butters is their fav lol everyone is mostly obsessed with the four boys.
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Metalocalypse #31: “Dethrace” | June 16, 2008 - 12:00AM | S02E11
NOTE: I wrote this last night, but accidentally saved it as a draft instead of scheduling it to post. Sorry, bros.
Hey, I’m going easy on myself tonight. I deserve it after that last gigantic post. The Venture Bros. can take a lot out of me. Gosh, it’s a lot!
This one is a bit slight, and hardly excellent, but it's a nice hang with my personal close friends, the men from Metalocalypse Rock Band. In this one, Murderface is miffed that Toki and Skwisgaar have undermined his command performance of the Star Spangled Banner using nothing more than his dick and a bass guitar. They undermined Murderface by being in a high speed police chase, which interrupts the broadcast of Murderface rockin with his brain out.
Speaking of brain out, the best scene in this episode are Toki and Skwisgaar at traffic school, watching an ultra violent educational video about how being irresponsible with your car can get your body all wet and in pieces. It is wet from your blood getting escaped from your body. Good lines, gruesome drawings, it’s the good shit of the episode.
Murderface wants to do a convoluted event that’s a race and also a concert. Toki and Skwisgaar get involved by way of their community service. And Nathan Explosion and Pickles not only have nothing to do with the plot, but they make a point to just always be reading the paper whenever they are referred to. This is a funny meta-joke about how frustrating it must be to have a show like this and constantly have to come up with individual plots for each character. At least, I assume that’s what this is.
MAIL BAG
Hi this is Gabe Teplen the original voice of Moltar. I just want to say you are doing a great job and maybe give the original Space Ghost a spin sometimes. My granddaughters say it's just as funny as Coast to Coast.
Hi, my name is Mayor Giuliani, and I'm gay
I have a blog where I cover Adult Swim's original comedy shows in chronological order from the first stealth pilot premieres onward. every episode of every adult swim original program reviewed by a middle-aged dipshit. go here if you wanna start at the start
Hey, fuck you man, don't copy and paste stuff I say on other websites and then combine it with stuff I say on this website and send it to me anonymously. That is really fucking rude and it pisses me off. I'm actually pissed off about this. EAT SHIT MOTHER FUCKER
Should I go see Barbie or Oppenheimer? Let's date these blog posts. Which one are you more willing to see? Provided you get a big hamburger and fries with your movie either way.
You should watch any other movie. But if I had to pick between those two I'd watch Barbie. Oppenheimer just seems too boring, sorry. How big is the hamburger
Lesbian porno was like really good in the 80s but as time went on it just became so bad. Sure there are still hot women fucking but there is no sensuality. You can tell they are doing it contractually and have no love in licking pussy, ect. What do you think?
I don't like discussing sexual stuff because it's alienating, but I disagree. We are living in a golden age of sapphic erotica, and you need look no further than two girls I call Angela & Strawberry. Look them up. They lick, they suck, they finger, and they ... FUCK?????
You're supreme hatred of pitbulls is so funny. My aunt had a pitbull. She died.
I'm sorry to hear about your Aunt that got eatten by her own pitbull :(
I would prefer if you just said nothing than do the AI bit. I have to deal with my favorite fast food reviewer outsourcing his titles/descriptions to ChatGPT and it's quite frankly distasteful. The shit doesn't know anything about anything.
FUCK YOU! FREEDOM OF GENERATED SPEECH BITCH!! But by coincidence I've decided to retire the bit, but not because of you. It's my choice and I'm the boss and I'm the one that says how the rules goes.
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I’ve said before that I really like Succession, I think it’s a great show, but it can’t become one of my favourites because I’m not emotionally invested in it. I don’t care what happens. And I was thinking today that the problem that keeps me from getting emotionally invested is built into a show about billionaires, nothing the writers could do would change that.
The problem is that any one of these people, at any time, could choose to stop being part of it. To stop working in that company and actively ruining the world, and just take all their money and live in luxury somewhere else for the rest of their life. That would still be unethical and everything, living off money they didn’t earn but someone else obtained by exploiting and ruining the world, but at least they wouldn’t be an active participant. They’d just take enough for themselves, which is a drop in the bucket, hardly enough to matter, and they could live easily forever. The Roy kids could definitely do that. But even the top-level employees could probably be fine, if they took that golden parachute people keep referencing. They’ve worked at the very lucrative company long enough so between pension plans and stock holdings, they have the option of getting out and living well. They’re all choosing to stay there, in a job where they make the world worse, just because they want to.
That’s even what some of them were doing when the show started. Connor was living on a ranch, hanging out with the woman he bought, and ignoring everyone else. Siobhan was working in politics just because I guess she enjoyed the adrenaline of it, but she didn’t need to. They all chose to get back involved in ruining the world with their family, they could easily have just stayed away.
I think of my favourite workplace sitcoms – off the top of my head, The Thick of It, 30 Rock, Parks and Rec. All of those have significant stakes, because if the main characters fuck up badly enough, they get fired, and then they won’t be able to pay their rent/mortgage. Also, in at least two of the three, the main characters are working to make the world a better place in some small way, and if they fuck up the world is worse off, so we care about them getting it right. That might not quite apply to 30 Rock – I think the show makes it clear that the world would be fine without TGS – but at the very least they’re providing livelihoods for all the employees. Succession has aspects in common with the other Jesse Armstrong thing The Thick of It, like the biting dialogue and everything, but it has none of the stakes because everyone could just stop doing this stuff and they’d be fine. While in Peep Show, those guys are one fuckup away from homelessness.
Succession just doesn’t have that, and can’t have that, because of the premise of the show. So I can enjoy watching it, but I’m never going to feel concerned on a character’s behalf, because even if everything goes as wrong as possible, the consequences are living in luxury forever. They created a few characters to whom that doesn’t apply, I guess specifically to make it so the stakes matter for someone, like Greg. But Greg’s such a dick that no one wants him to do well anyway.
Also, Succession writers, you can make all your characters unequivocally terrible people who actively choose to ruin the world because living off ill-gotten gains without actively participating in making things even worse isn’t enough for them, or you can have me feel sympathy for them when their dad dies. You can’t have both.
They threw one line into the first episode of season 4 to try to create some stakes, having Kendall say he needs to remain immersed in the high-octane world of corporate jockeying or else he’ll turn to drugs due to lack of stimulation. But, come on, he could take his millions and use them to buy stimulation elsewhere. Take up bungee jumping.
It’s a very good show. It has amazingly good writing and acting and directing and cinematography and things like that. It’s fun to watch. I just don’t care what happens, beyond vaguely wanting everyone in it to have their company dissolved, their assets seized and redistributed, and then go to jail.
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Is Ace Attorney a good series to play? Which entries do you recommend?
It depends on your definition of good. Also I am hardly an expert, because I've cleared only the first two games in the series.
Ace Attorney is humorous and absurd. It's also dated back to 2001, so expect the old games not to be keeping up with the times as far as the themes go; it can be casually cruel to you. It haphazardly mixes anime and video-game logic with impactful real life parallels. Just when you think you have figured it out and are prepared for the next gag joke about the power of police and how it controls everything without being able to find its own arse even when they have a detailed map and an anatomical atlas a guy literally named Dick Gumshoe punches you in the emotional gut by having a meltdown and crisis of what his own worth to the world is. And then he turns around and goes "But I'm the world's best chef, I can make instant ramen like no one!"
Be prepared to get frustrated over "that is in no way obvious or logical!" prepare to have a favourite character who is an ultimate idiot. (It doesn't matter who will be your favourite, everyone is an idiot.) Prepare for an interactive visual novel where you aren't given choices to actually influence the outcome. Prepare to shout "WHAT? HOW?" a lot. Really really a lot. There will be a point where you will ask yourself "Can this shit-show be any more of a circus?" and the game will turn around and show you that yes, yes it can. (Turnabout Big Top might not be the most amazing episode, but it has impeccable timing.)
It's not a bad game and it is, in my opinion, a highly enjoyable game. Alternatively if you don't want to take a part in the absurd clusterfuck of a roller coaster.
I personally can’t play it for long in one sitting; I get emotionally charged and need to walk the charge off. I’ve walked many many kilometres to get through Farewell My Turnabout and Turnabout Goodbyes. At least I stay fit. But with mindless hack-and-slashers or puzzle games or strategy games I don’t have this problem. For the same reason I’m also stuck on Disco Elysium (objectively a great game, also very depressing). On the plus side AA is mostly character driven, which is something I am very much into.
My suggestion is that you play/watch a let's play chronologically in order of release. At least the first three games (Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney: Justice For All and Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations) rely on each other that you know what happened in the previous installments. It also doesn't make much sense to play Ace Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney when you don't know who is that depressed guy in a beanie and what he's been up to previously. Ace Attorney Investigations will land flat when you didn't want to strangle its protagonist Miles Edgeworth with your bare hands for that autopsy bullshit he's pulled, not to mention meeting young Franziska. The Great Ace Attorney, which are set in 19th century are going to have you so lost without knowing the main series.
Start with the original trilogy of AA:PW, AA:JFA and AA:T&T, see how it goes. On Steam there are several good walkthrougs that spoiler the minimum of the story. Hug Wendy Oldbag for me, girl has shit luck. Also hug Maya. Dear gods, hug Maya.
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What did you think of the last episode of silent? Im waiting for it to go back to a sou and aoba focus
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ughhhhhhhh thinking it’s not that deep just a fictional story but writing a super long rant about it all because i’m mad about it........................ OMGGGGGGGGGG SAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE this is gonna be long and messy to read and has all kinds of typos and errors so sorry for that............... but I calmed down now. not mad about it anymore.
felt kinda betrayed at first, felt manipulated into watching something that they promoted differently from what i actually got out of it 💀💀💀💀 felt really let down and the people really need to reevaluate their opinion about this drama after the first 4 eps, because it’s poorly executed. the insulting stuff that was in ep3+4 are hurtfull and insensitive. not just to the deaf ML but also how they treat the FML like an object. with no real personality outside of the guys? like sure that’s the classic yet terrible romance trope (treating the girl like she doesn’t matter) but it’s still terrible to me.
pushing the leads to the side in favor of the 2nd ML?????? shifting the focus onto him????????????????? it makes no sense to me? what the fuck does he have that’s inconvinient about his life?????? compared to sou what is he really stuggling with because the shit they show is laughable compared to sou or even tsumugi???? acting like he’s the person who’s suffering the most????????? are we watching the same drama??????????? that’s crazy to me. especially because the 2nd ml is a fucking arsehole (and i’m not talking about ship things here) he’s a big insensitive arsehole in general and pissing me off all the time. the way he’s treating everyone and especially mistreating the leads.
atm i view ep1+2 as a minimovie and ep3+4 are something else. I feel the same way as i felt watching extraordianry you back in the days. the way they pushed the 2nd ML into the center and made it about him and not about the leads? 2nd ML is suffering the most and gets the most focus??????????? excuse me???????????
all the shit that he’s saying is so not worth it because of the repeated insensitive actions he’s doing and causing to the people around him. his char is a 26 year old grown adult who has everything and yeah okay people can say *well mentally he could be instable* but really??????? it’s not shown, so no. he’s just annoying and he doesn’t deserve my sympathy because of the lack of empathy towards other people. I feel really manipulated and forced by the narrative into caring and liking a char that’s so obnoxious.
LIKE WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT A NORMAL INSECURE DICK OF A 2nd ML IN A DRAMA THAT SHOULD BE MAINLY ABOUT THE STRUGGLES ABOUT A PERSON that lost his hearing?????? this should be the story about a guy who has to overcome a lot of things in order to reconcile with the people in his life and adjust to it, how traumatic it was for him and his family and for the person he likes and the friends he had to part with and now slowly has to regain their trust. this should be his story and he should be the focus? but he’s so pushed aside and his POV is so hardly relevant because we only get little bits of pieces as of right now.
wasting 2 eps out of 10 on a shitty normal dude is not what i wanted, how he’s telling everyone how he’s SUFFERING and all that shit. how it’s about him??????? his obsession with Sou???????? sooooooooo creepy. i feel like he doesn’t even like tsumugi and just wanted to have her because sou had feelings for her and was starting to move away from him and focus on her because he was spending time with her instead of spending time with him........... repeatedly it’s shown that he’s really rude/insensitive to Sou and Tsumugi. ESPECIALLY TO SOU. and how creepy it was of him to wait for her to be vulnerable and get together with her even tho HE KNOWS SHE STILL LIKES SOU. and Tsumugi in ep 3 being like *I love the 2nd ml.* LIKE SURE. i can tell by how everything about her whole persona resolves around sou. the stuff/food/drinks/interests/music/work related things that she likes and enjoys go all back and are connected to sou. she really doesn’t have her own identity outside of Sou (which is sad but like the writers are not really good at their job).
how all these different chars are always saying aloud how *good of a guy the 2nd ML is and that he never gets angry and takes care of tsumigi” and all that type of BS???????? and then the contradictory actions of those statments about him show a whole different story. Like he’s repeatedly a rude asshole to sou and he’s looking down on Tsumigi and telling her what she should do. and she does it, but then he also gets upset about that???????
and people better not give me the “2nd MLdoes it out of selfless reasons” crap because NO THIS MF DOESN’T. this MF shows again and again what an insensitive, childish, possessive, rude person he is. his whole “good vibes” are BS. IT’S ABOUT HIM HIM HIM and about no one else.
sou doesn’t even care about the 2nd ML the way the 2nd ML cares about him because in ep2 (sou’s POV) made it clear that once he found out about his loss he did not think of the 2nd ML, but only about how it could affect tsumugi. that’s established. so them pushing that male friendship in such a weird way into our faces for 2 whole eps makes no sense. and they don’t even have topics to talk to that’s not about tsumugi?????? were they really bffs in HS because it doesn’t look like it to me.
2nd ML is repeatedly harrassing/forcing sou into doing something he doesn’t want to do. he’s acting in a really insensitive way. 2nd ML doesn’t want to adjust to sou’s new situation and he showed that repeatedly so naturally sou shouldn’t have to deal with an ass like him, he has to deal with other stuff, he doesn’t need his ex bff to be such a jerk who’s saying shit like “nothing changed aside from you being deaf* LIKE HELLO???????????????? nothing changed????? NOTHING CHANGED????????????????🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
2nd ML treats tsumugi like shit too. the way he was like *let’s stay together, buy a house, you should do this so you feel better, do that too, you should try this, forcing her to do stuff she doesn’t want to do* AND THEN HAVING THE BALLS TO BE UPSET about it when she does do the thing he asked her to do????? he’s never asking her about what SHE WANTS? he didn’t even tell her about sou and his condition because he was the first to figure it out and was keeping it a secret and guess what? the minute she found out she told him. and the 2nd ml is upset about stuff that’s so redundant. because of his actions and words he’s also antagonising sou when it comes to his cricle of friends and with tsumugi’s brother.
i KNOW it’s a classic trope and all that but dating the girl that your bff dated before?????? sure sou told him he could date her and sou was a huge dick for that and yes there’s 2 to blame because tsumugi shouldn’t have picked the 2nd ml as her new bf but someone else but it’s soooooooooooooo creepy. big YIKES
the episodic arcs also don’t flow well anymore in ep3+4.
tralking about tsumigi??????? girl was so OOC in ep3 it was embarassing. the way they clearly established her char/personality in the first 2 eps and all that and in ep3 tried to downplay her love/devotion for sou down to the point she also made really really insensitive statements to him. I get that she’s hurt but sou was clearly telling her that they shouldn’t meet anymore because it’s awkward and she’s all hurt/upset about him wanting to draw a line and boundaries and instead she behaved really childish like *no wait a minute i don’t love you i love the other guy i only see you as a simple friend so don’t assume shit*?????????😑😑😑😑😑😑?????? so why the fuck is she hanging on to him from the moment they met again????? why is shedoing the most??? also she’s also kinda demanding way too much all at once. she wants her current bf and her ex bf to be friends again even tho they are in such a messy situation??????? ep3+4 was such a turn off i don’t even ship her with sou anymore that much like they really fucked it up badly for me. for now I’m only still watching it for sou but the way i need 4 fucking hours to finish a 45min ep because of so much shit that’s in there. aside from sou i don’t even wanna gif shit like I’m so turned off by it all.
this drama should have been about the leads and should have focused on them and everyone else should have been on the side and not taken center stage away from the leads. the spark is gone. nothing wrong about fmls being in a relationship but the way they executed this shit is just not it. 4 eps in and i don’t see them ending this in a satisfying way. should have put the fucking 2nd ML on that fucking poster big and center if it was about him. if ep 5 is as bad as ep3+4 I’m dropping this. so yes I’m really upset about ep3+4 and hope for the best but not really optimistic about it all. ep1+2 was sooooooooooooo beautiful and i loved it sooooooooooooooo much just for it to be like that. embarassing that i even made gifs and promoted it
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