#i honestly just need to submit it because the way things are looking I'm a little worried about graduating ngl
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My Man: Jey Uso
Jey. The frost on the window grew as the night sky was tucked into a dark grey cloud. You think back to the weatherman stating the forecast for this weekend: nothing but cold air dropping down to the low twenties. Usually, you were more of a spring person, but this cold weather was rubbing off on you. It was perfect. Perfect for cuddles, hot chocolate, sweaters, beanies, boots, and beautiful fall colors. A smile plastered onto your face as you stir the soup in the pot. You thought about who you'd be cuddling with, keeping you warm on these cold nights. Joshua Fatu is your amazing boyfriend that you've been with for three years now.
You met him at a friend's family gathering, and you two hit it off pretty well. Since that day three years ago, you two have been inseparable. You can honestly say you were in love with this man. As cliché as it sounds, he wasn't like the other men, not that there were many. You can count on one hand the men you've ever given a chance; that's how serious you were about protecting your peace, and by protecting your peace, you were protecting your heart.
Sometimes, you think back and laugh at the time men did the bare minimum and were expecting to get in between your legs. One guy had the nerve to think he was going to trap you into a situation ship, you turned him down immediately. You were about to give up on love because, honestly, the dating pool was looking shallow. Nowadays, everyone wants to be in situation ships, "Let's see where it goes," and "I'm not looking for anything serious, but I am into you." You didn't have time for that bullshit. If a man wasn't approaching you to settle down and build a future with you, he had no future. Not even friends. No, you weren't one of those hardcore women; you didn't mind being submissive to a man. Submission wasn't the issue; it was men thinking they could get away with the bare minimum, be manipulative, and still have a "yes woman." Sometimes, you honestly think some men hate women; they can't date their homeboys, so they settle. You had one call you every name in the book because you told him to let his homeboy stick his tip in since he hates women so much. You still laugh about that to this day.
But back to your man, you do love this man—that 6'2, brown-skinned, tattoo-covered man of yours. Baby, when I say he walked into this relationship ready, I mean he was ready. He told you immediately that you would be his wife one day, and you believed him. You feel a special connection with him. No trying to use you or neglect you. Just a grown man, on his mature man shit. Not only did he love you, but he loved being around and caring for you and vice versa. In a generation of people who can replace you and throw you to the side like dust, you will cherish your man who stays, communicates his needs, and is willing to work things out. Not only did he communicate his needs, he created a safe space for you to do the same. Additionally, he listened, comprehended, and never invalidated you. And you shared the responsibilities around the house because he didn't just assume them as yours only. A man like that you would submit to and let him lead because he knows how to be a leader.
The type of man to drop money in your account, no questions asked. The type to pop up at your job with flowers and lunch. The type to spoil you and make sure you never go without. The type to give emotional, physical, and financial support without feeling like you have to beg for it. The type to be intimate in more than just sex. Respected your "no" and never tried to manipulate. Although with you, you were always up for some love-making with Joshua. You didn't have to ask him to go deep because he knew how you liked it. You didn't have to force an orgasm because he'd have you cumming in more ways than one. You wanted to be fucked? He'd have you bent over the counter, and he gave you the best back shots. Wanted it nice and slow? He'd have your body rocking like a gentle wave as he made love to you.
You weren't just addicted to the physical aspect of sex, but rather to him. One touch from him electrified every nerve in your body. So it wasn't just sex; it was the true bond and expression of love for one another. He knew how to make your body react on command. His aura. Everything about him screamed maturity and love. The way your legs shook as he talked you through your orgasm had you throbbing at the night, potentially ending like that.
You honestly weren't asking for much, just to be loved and treated with love, loyalty, and respect, and you'd do the same. When your friends would shit on their men and complain, you didn't dare open your mouth. No, your man isn't perfect, but you sure weren't about to be dogging him in front of other people, especially women. The same ones encouraging you to leave your significant others will be those trying to get in their bed when you all are done. Besides you don't like people in your business anyway.
Simply put, that was your man.
You're zoned out as you stir the pot of lasagna soup that you almost don't hear his footsteps as he jogs down the stairs from your bedroom. You suddenly feel his presence behind you as you take in his subtle scent. Momentarily, you close your eyes and allow his scent to fill your nose. So soft, creamy, and seductive. He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls your back onto his front. He places a spine-tingling kiss on the most sensitive part of your neck. His gold chain leaves a chill on your neck as well.
"Mmm, hey baby, it smells good in here."
"Thank you, baby; I'm making lasagna soup, garlic bread, and a Caesar salad." You weren't the best cook, but you loved experimenting in the kitchen, and for the most part, you weren't terrible.
"Sounds good, I'll get the wine and set the table."
"Okay, baby, thank you." He grabs your chin, turns your face to his, and gently kisses your lips. One that has you molding into his body with ease. Just as quick as the kiss came, it left as he pulled away, and you were already missing his lips. "One more." You damn near beg. He licks his lips with a knowing smirk as he pats your hip.
"One more, and we won't be making it to dinner. I'll go set the table now." He says, pulling away. Shaking your head, you return to your pot with an unwavering smile.
My man.
#wwe smut#the bloodline#wwe fanfiction#jey uso smut#jey uso x reader#jey uso x black reader#main event jey uso#jey uso imagine#wwe bloodline#wwe x reader#jey uso fic
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#i am once again here to talk in the tags#tw for mental health issues and me just generally talking about struggling i guess#this is your chance to scroll past#so i am once again feeling overwhelmed haha#yeah texting my parents about taking a gap was the smartest thing i did#i can't do this for a while#i just need to like stop for a year and not run on empty anymorw#i feel like I'm drowning in school work all the fucking time#i didn't even submit this essay because my brain was just not#I'm hoping my convenor let's me submit it late#i honestly just need to submit it because the way things are looking I'm a little worried about graduating ngl#or graduating well enough to enter my next phase of study post gap year#it just feels like so fucking much all the time#on a brighter note i took a shower and took care of my hair and i feel more human now#so there's that in the realm of small victories#i know i can do this#i still have a little over a month to turn shit around#well around enough to graduate with a decent average#hopefully#there is always tomorrow#rj vents#this feels more like a vent so I'll tag it as such lol#i don't even do things i enjoy#i really need to try reintroducing stuff that brought me joy in my life again#outside of writing that is#that does still bring me happiness#other than that? lmao.#but i do need to try
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Jock Cock, Part 1
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Adam Johnson, next year's star quarterback and this year's bane of my existence, looked up at me with his baby blue eyes. If he was trying to look small and unintimidating, it would have worked better without carrying 200+ pounds of muscle on a six foot frame.
Well, if he wanted to be melodramatic, two could play that game. "You know full well why I called you here, Adam." I thumped the stack of papers on my desk for emphasis. "You've been failing ECON 105 all semester, but suddenly you can score an 83% on the final exam? It's enough to get you D- in this class. It's not a perfect score, but it's still enough for you to avoid academic probation."
His face flashed with a brief moment of irritation before setting back into his normal, casual stupor. "Well, I wasn't studying before, and now I did. It's not like I scored all that great... sir."
"We both know that you don't know what 'sustainability' means, Adam. You tried to fly under the radar, you didn't cheat your way into a 100%... but it's still cheating. We both know that academic misconduct is a serious crime." I tried my best to sound stern and disappointed, but it was hard to be angry at a face this sexy.
Adam just laughed at me. "And if you could prove it, you wouldn't be calling me into a private meeting, would you?" He leaned back into a shit-eating grin, displaying his dazzling white teeth. This asshole had the upper hand, and he knew it.
"I checked every single essay!" I said, pounding the stack of papers once again. "Every essay, in every single TA's session of this class. You didn't plagiarize... but we both know this isn't your style of writing. And we watched you like a hawk during the exam itself, so you didn't cheat that way, either."
Adam leaned close into my face. "Professor Michaels has no idea that you called me in here, does he? You're just a Teaching Assistant on a power trip, and it's all because you can't stand knowing how I did it." He was right, and I hated him for it. Worse, when he stood this close to me, I could smell the musk of his body.
"Tell you what," he added, pulling off his tank top to reveal a set of firm abs. "You let me get away with this... sign off on my scores, whatever you need to do... and I'll let you live out one of your deepest, darkest fantasies." He struck a pose, showing off both his rippling muscles and his hairy pits. "We both know that you'll never get jock cock any other way. Come on, Teach. You want this."
Was I really that easy to read? "I-- I'm sure I don't know what you mean. Look, if you're going to stick to your lie about studying, then you can just leave. I don't... there's no need to insult my moral character. You're a student, Adam."
He responded by leaning in close to me, and placing his hand on top of my bulge. "Your body betrays you," he whispered, letting his fingers massage my inner thigh. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not your student. Adam and I swapped bodies so that I could take all of his final exams."
"I... yes, well..." That was the last thing I expected him to say, but it would explain a lot if it were true, somehow. It seemed much more likely than a desirable athlete like Adam coming onto me, at the very least.
"Be that as it may," I said, grabbing his hand and moving it away before my cock started leaking though my slacks, "that body still belongs to one of my students. And I still have meetings to attend today, so if we're done here..."
Adam, or the stranger in Adam's body, just laughed at me. "You're the one who wanted to have this meeting, remember? But that's fine, I know when I'm not wanted. But here's the thing-- once you submit grades at end of day, Adam's not your student anymore." He started typing something on his phone. "And honestly, I expected this from you. You're so uptight. Good thing you gave everyone your cell phone number on the syllabus at the start of the year. So if you change your mind... now you can have Adam's number, and a bonus pic from me."
"I know you don't know the real me, but trust me Kevin-- I've wanted to plow that uptight hole of your for months. And in this body, I've actually got a shot at it." The stranger slapped my ass before I could react, and swaggered out of the room. Whoever was inside of Adam's body, they knew my first name.
I looked at the retreating wall of shoulder muscles, and down at the teasing bathroom selfie the stranger sent to me. God help me, I was only human. And he was right-- how else was I going to get jock cock? He wasn't a student, not really, and that's what mattered. "You win. Tonight at 8pm, my place. Bring lube."
#male body swap#gay body swap#after the swap#nerd to jock#muscle jock#queer romance#gay male story#jock cock
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Side note, because I'm watching a video essay that's pretty much saying everything I've been thinking about about,
With sjm's writing, what separates it from a typical romantasy not to take seriously is that post ACOTAR, the author suddenly says to take it seriously.
Feyre's Calanmai Hall scene isn't about Feyre not wanting Tamlin's advances, but that she does, she's just doing the typical romantasy protag thing of rejecting what you really desire. Think about how this contrasts with Rhysand's scenes utm, she doesn't want them and its not given enough detail, but this changes after Feyre and Rhysand get together. For example, the CoN scene. The fucking mid air thing. The telepathy sexting that can happen at anytime without true consequence. Very exhibition. Much voyeur.
This is literally sjm's fantasies played out through Feyre and Rhysand, and even through Feyre and Tamlin.
Despite how much I like Tamlin, he only really became a truly nuanced character in hindsight for me because of sjm's unintentional manipulations of her own narrative. In ACOTAR, he's also built around Feyre the same way most characters are in the first book.
He is built to fit into Feyre, he's meant to parallel her acceptance of her own desires, her own beast through him, because submitting to him is submitting to herself. That's why Feyre's themes get mixed up post ACOTAR, she loses that beast like quality to become a star to suit Rhysand. And sjm brings that back in ACOWAR with the Mirror (although it doesn't hit like it once would have because instead to fitting Rhysand to Feyre, sjm wrote Feyre to fit Rhysand).
The thing that's frustrating is that sjm is the one that is saying these are just not her fantasies on page, she's the one that brought mental health into it, brought up abuse and neglect, and handled it all so poorly.
It's this thing where sjm still wants to have the upturned-nose high ground in her books, she wants to be right, she doesn't want Feyre to be questioned or truly be in the wrong because Feyre is her fantasy. sjm likely writes Tamlin to not like human slavery, not want to be like his father, and with a self sacrificing personality while keeping his beast like qualities for the steamy parts. Because he's written to have that middle ground most people looking for that fantasy can still enjoy while not being too disturbing for our modern sensibilities.
That's why some people not looking for this find Tamlin and Rhysand's actions strange and gross, but people who already indulge in those fantasies were okay with it. And there's even people who think that ACOTAR is too vanilla (me). Anyway.
Basically, ACOTAR is not meant to be taken seriously, its literally another romance book with a fancy (?) cover. Post ACOTAR is not tho, so sjm makes a big deal about taking it seriously because she wants that middle ground with Rhysand when honestly, Rhysand could have been a dark romance ML and no one would have batted an eye. But that wouldn't work for the precedent sjm established with the middle ground, she needs that 'he's feral and sexy and toes the consent line but it's fine because xyz' in her books, and that's why the fandom is so divided. We can't decide whether or not to take it seriously or not because sjm switched up.
Her fault as a writer is that she didn't do this well at all.
I mean, this is also coming from the same woman that briefly had another one of her characters entertain their sovereign right to colonization in goodwill, so. This woman should never have been taken seriously. Unfortunately, she insists upon herself. So in order to actually discuss these books, we have to take her silliness seriously.
(Which is why I stopped because it's an endless cycle of saying sjm wrote something silly and because she's saying it's serious, now we gotta be serious about bat birthing or whatever)
Never forget how I saw a bat get birthed just to actualize how stupid the *gets shot*
#sorry but like#i don't like sjm at all so#anti sjm#feyre archeron#tamlin#rhysand#acotar#feylin#feysand#oh#pro tamlin#i guess#i will never let go of aelin colonizer when sjm used nehemia as a tool to combat that exact same narrative#its fucked and thats how you know nehemia was just a narrative tool to sjm and aelin to some degree
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Old Habits Die Hard Part 14 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: You tell Bradley the truth about the photos he finds on his phone, and it leaves both of you feeling more possessive than you ought to.
Warnings: Angst, swears, smut and fluff
Length: 3000 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)
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The week of spring break was like a dream. By Friday evening, you had watched so many movies together, you lost count. Movie watching usually turned into kissing, which then led to making out. Bradley was the best snuggler you had ever known, and you really felt like you didn't even want to go back to class.
"Only six more weeks until we graduate," Bradley whispered when you brought it up. "I'm getting nervous."
You spun around in his arms until you were facing him in his bed. "About what?" The glow of his desk lamp brought out a honey color in his brown eyes, and you couldn't help but smile at him.
"Getting my acceptance letter."
"You told me you needed to have your final grades submitted," you said, still smiling. "That won't be until the week before graduation."
Bradley shrugged. "It's just a formality. If you show high enough grades through the first semester of your senior year, they usually accept you before then."
You watched as his eyes darted nervously around your face. "Oh. But your grades are great, right?"
"Yeah. It's not that...." He was pulling you tighter against him as he added, "I'm nervous he's going to block it again."
"Oh." You didn't know what to say. The navy was his dream. If someone tried to take it away from him twice, you didn't know what he was going to do. "He wouldn't do that. I hope."
Bradley's laugh was dark as you wrapped your arms around him. "At least I have you, Sugar."
You didn't dare move, knowing he needed this comfort right now. Just when you thought maybe he had fallen asleep, you felt his lips moving against your neck. "We have one more condom left."
You laughed. "How are we going to entertain ourselves after that?"
But you were falling in love with him, especially after this week. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when it started, but it was probably in the Beta house kitchen. The very first time you ever called him Beer Boy.
"I hope you're joking, Sugar. First of all, sleeping with you is not the only thing that I want to do with you. Because second of all, I have 18 hours of Grateful Dead concert footage that we can watch together. Correction...that we will watch together."
You pretended to groan and hide your face from him. Honestly, you'd watch as many hours of whatever he wanted with him. "I have an idea for the last condom though," you whispered.
"Tell me."
"Your door."
Bradley pulled you on top of him and started to undress you. "Love that idea. You're so fucking smart."
"Make me dumb."
So he did. He got you naked on his bed, and put his mouth everywhere. You were barely coherent when he started licking your pussy and murmuring about you being the dumbest girl he ever met. You wanted to take offense, but you were flushed and whining, so turned on knowing he made you this way. You wouldn't have been able to dispute it if you tried.
"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get a closer look at my door."
Bradley scooped you up and absolutely hauled you to his bedroom door. He set your feet on the hallway floor and then closed it, before pushing you back against the wood.
"Still just your name," he grunted, wedging you in place with his hip, while he rolled on that last condom. "I know you told me to paint over it, Sugar, but I was never going to. Not even if you told me you never wanted to talk to me again."
"Bradley," you whined as he pressed the front of his body against yours, breathing in the same air as you. His hot breath huffed against your cheek as he hoisted your leg over his hip.
You glanced up and over your shoulder to see your own phone number there next to the little collection of hearts he had drawn. You knew he hadn't painted it. You had been admiring it again ever since he became your boyfriend. But you never got tired of hearing him tell you that.
"You never wanted me to paint over it, did you?" he asked, pressing himself to your opening. "Tell me the truth."
"Bradley!" He was teasing you now, and you just wanted him inside.
"Tell me, Sugar."
You reached for his shoulders, trying to force him to move, but he grabbed you by your arms and pinned you in place, your foot barely touching the floor.
"I didn't want you to paint it! Of course I didn't want you to! Now will you please fuck me?"
"That's all you had to say, smart girl."
Your butt bumped back against the door as he slid inside you, his hips meeting yours in such a familiar way. He was sucking so hard on your neck, it stung; he was marking you up like he had in the library. He was going to make you cum for him just like he always did.
You threaded your fingers clumsily through his hair, and he let you tip his head back so he was looking at you.
"I love this," he murmured, and you immediately guided his lips to yours and kept them there until you both came.
Spring Break had been the best week of your life.
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The following week, it was back to class and back to the study room. Bradley held you on his lap, trying his best not to be too much of a distraction for you. But he couldn't help it. The weather was starting to feel like springtime, and he wanted to be outside with you.
"Do you really need to study? Does it even matter now?"
With a laugh on your lips, you turned in his lap to face him. "Yes, and you do too, Beer Boy. We can have fun at the parties this weekend."
But he just pouted at you and ran his hand over your jeans. "There are no parties this weekend."
"Why not?" you asked softly, running your fingers along his lips until he smiled.
Bradley slowly, coaxingly guided you until you were straddling his lap. He nipped at the faded love bite on your neck, as he said, "The following weekend is Tyson's birthday rager. Can't blow our beer budget."
You giggled as he held you close. "Beer budget? For the shitty kegs or the good beer?"
"Shitty kegs. Since you're my girlfriend, Sugar, party rules do not apply to you. Nothing in the kitchen is off limits. Didn't I tell you that?"
Your smile was so bright as you leaned in to kiss him, Bradley could feel his own face light up.
"You gave me the good beers the night we met. And you never told me anything in the kitchen was ever off limits to me."
Bradley kissed your lips and guided your hips closer to his. "I didn't? I guess I must have known right away."
"Known what?" you gasped as he let his hand slide up your top.
"That I would figure out a way to make you mine."
You sighed against his lips, and it was the best feeling in the world. "You're smooth, Beer Boy."
Then the alarm went off on your phone, and you jolted right off of his lap. Bradley was left grasping at air with a semi hard cock.
"Sugar, come back."
"I have lab now. I had to start setting alarms, because you've been making me late for class."
Bradley eased himself to his feet and adjusted himself. "I'll walk you to your lab."
He took pride in the fact that he was allowed to drape his arm across your shoulders and stroll across campus with you. He didn't get as many looks these days. He didn't get as many girls coming up to him asking where he's been or if he would be partying all weekend. And he took pride in that too. He was proud to be around you, but he was mostly proud of himself.
"You staying over tonight?" he asked as you kissed his cheek in the hallway outside of your class.
"Walk over to my apartment and get me later, Beer Boy."
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Bradley was walking home and looking for a picture of him with his mom on his phone when he found them. There was a set of photos that you had apparently taken of the two of you making out in the kitchen during spring break. He stopped in his tracks, with several other students hustling around him and making a fuss about him blocking the walkway.
"Holy shit," he whispered with a smile on his face. You had taken one where he was untying your bathing suit and rubbing your tits with his thumb while he kissed you. It wasn't exactly the most pornographic thing he had ever seen, but it was you and him together. Bradley could definitely spend some time getting off to these. Starting as soon as he got back to the house.
He was trying to figure out why you had taken these pictures in the kitchen, but he really hoped you were trying to leave a little treat for him to find.
And later that night, when you called and asked him to come get you at your place, he had the dirtiest of the photos pulled up on his phone screen as soon as you opened your door.
"What did I do to deserve these?" he asked with a grin. Then he watched your smile fade into a look of panic.
"Shit," you gasped, trying to reach for his phone, but he kept it out of your grasp.
"If you were thinking about deleting them, don't you dare, Sugar! I just jerked off to one of them. I'm keeping them forever."
Your eyes went wide as you pulled him inside your apartment. "You really did?"
"Of course. I guess you didn't take them as a treat for me? Why do you look so upset?"
You pressed your lips together and looked up at him. "I really meant to delete them. And I'm sorry if I overstepped, but she's horrible and she had it coming!"
Bradley was thoroughly confused now. "Who?"
"Phoebe!" you groaned, tossing your hands in the air before letting them fall to your sides. "When you were making us the s'mores, in your kitchen? She texted you a dirty photo of herself."
His eyes went wide as he felt sick to his stomach. "Sugar, I haven't talked to her. I swear! I haven't seen her. I deleted her number."
He was reaching for you now, but you were already in his arms.
"I know, Bradley. I believe you. And I believed you when you were making the s'mores." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he rested his forehead against yours as you said, "But then I took the pictures of me and you out of spite. Because I wanted to make her feel bad. I wanted to throw it in her face that I'm with you and she's not. I'm sorry." Your voice broke on the last word, and you sounded like you were about to cry as you added, "I would never want to make you feel cheap."
Your words felt like they were melting over his skin. No one had ever been concerned about hurting his feelings before. You always made him feel good, and right now was no exception. You just made him feel like he was worth holding on to, like he was worth defending.
"I'm yours, Sugar. I'm not hers."
"You're not mad?" You looked so surprised, and your grip around his neck and shoulders was still relentless.
He couldn't help but smirk at you. "I'm not mad. You feeling a little possessive, maybe?"
Bradley watched your lips part slightly as you ran your fingertips along his scars. "Yeah, a little bit."
He nodded solemnly. "You should be. Ask me how many other girls get the good beers from me."
"How many?" you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as you kissed his lips.
"None. Ask me how many girls have borrowed my clothes."
"How many, Beer Boy?"
"Just you." Bradley held you close and let you touch him everywhere.
"Not Phoebe?"
"Hell, no. Just you. All the sleepovers and spring break week? Just you, Sugar."
He felt your tongue dart out to taste his neck and moaned softly. Then you said, "That's good, because I'm actually feeling very possessive."
Bradley was a mess as you took him by the hand, and led him across campus to his fraternity house, your fingers laced through his. He felt possessive of you, too. He should have known, just based on that feeling, that Jeff would be hanging around the house tonight.
"Try not to be alone with him," Bradley told you, leading you past everyone in the living room until you reached the kitchen. "We can hang out with Tyson and Janessa, or we can chill in my room. Just don't let Jeff get to you."
You rolled your eyes. "No sweat, Beer Boy. What's he going to say to me that I can't handle?"
"Nothing, because you're exceptional," he said, rooting around in the refrigerator. "Here, Sugar, have a good beer."
So when the two of you had drank a few beers, and the rest of the Beta guys were starting to get a little rowdy even though this wasn't a formal party, Bradley pulled you close to him. But you took that as your cue to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.
"Hi, Beer Boy," you muttered between kisses, your lips meeting his again. Bradley let you push your hands up into his hair and rub yourself slowly against him. But everything else with you was too sacred, so he was just about to suggest you head upstairs when he heard Jeff's voice through his love haze.
"Good luck not getting syphilis from Bradshaw." He was just loud enough for you and Bradley to be able to hear him, but he could still totally try to play off that he was innocent and chill all night.
Bradley felt his fist clench at your waist, but you just rolled your eyes and casually shouted over your shoulder, "Good luck finding a girl you can satisfy with what is likely a very small penis. You have small dick energy, Jeff."
Janessa snorted and choked on her drink. Tyson was glancing back and forth, looking like he was ready to step in if needed, but Jeff just narrowed his eyes and called you a bitch.
"Takes one to know one, Jeff. Have fun graduating behind me." Then you turned your attention back to Bradley and said, "Let's go upstairs and snuggle."
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The party preparations took all week. Tyson's twenty second birthday party was going to be an absolute rager. Since Jeff had been keeping a low profile the past few days, Bradley volunteered to pick up the kegs with Dev. As he hauled the kegs to the back of Dev's car, Bradley thought about the upcoming party. He knew Phoebe wouldn't miss it, but he was only looking forward to being with you.
And with only one more month until graduation, he wanted to make the most of his time. Bradley knew you were planning on visiting the University of Chicago for a few days at the end of April; you needed to meet your new advisor and find somewhere to live. It was killing him to know that you'd be halfway across the country if he was accepted into flight training. It was even scarier to think about having to look for another job if he wasn't.
"One more keg, before we run out of money," Dev informed it, and Bradley carried the last one out to the car.
"Too bad we can't buy anything shittier than this," he said, patting the keg with his hand.
Dev laughed. "Right? It's not like we have to drink it."
"This party's gonna be huge though."
"So many fucking chicks," Dev remarked as he pulled out of the parking lot.
Bradley just grunted in response and checked his phone to see if you texted him.
"I can't believe you, of all people have a girlfriend, Bradshaw. And senior year, no less."
"She's different, man. She's better." Bradley also wanted to add that he was different now too, but he thought that Dev didn't really need to know about that.
"Yeah, well, nobody blames you, because she's also hot. And I fully support it, because it pisses Jeff off."
Bradley just shook his head and laughed. "I'd be lying if I said that wasn't an added perk."
Once the kegs were on ice and the party was about to start, Bradley checked his mail for the nonexistent letter from the US Navy and quickly cleaned up his room. He was planning on sleeping in with you tomorrow and watching some of his Grateful Dead concert DVD with you wrapped up in his arms. He was planning on never letting you change out of his shirt, because you looked so perfect in it.
And that's how you showed up to Tyson's party with Janessa, wearing his tie dyed shirt with the bottom knotted, showing off some of your soft skin. Bradley was convinced that between your short shorts and the cropped shirt, you probably weren't wearing any underwear. A smile played on his lips as you tucked yourself against his side and hugged him around the waist.
"You ready for this party, Beer Boy?"
"I'm ready to spend the night with you."
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These two are falling. Thanks a million times to @mak-32 for being amazing and helping so much with this story.
PART 15
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hi! Thank you for making your guide, it’s been so helpful as a new skin artist. I’m still confused about how to make good festival submissions (?) I thought my submission for Rockbreaker’s Ceremony fit all the conditions you talked about but no one seemed interested in my skin. Do you have any advice on how newer artists can make a good entry?
I'm happy the guide's helped! It is less of a checklist and more on how I personally approach the contest. There are a lot of things I don’t think I described well technique-wise, so I’ve considered making step-by-step tutorials to approach each contest that would better encapsulate the win conditions I described. But for now, here’s one way you can approach a contest, particularly if you’re a new artist.
1. Pick Your Breed (and Battles)
Breed variety, as I stated in the guide, is the Number One reason I win any contest. This is where I think I should’ve gone more into why I favored the Ridgeback F base - it’s important to pick a canvas that will not impede your ability to create and more importantly, a canvas that makes you comfortable as an artist. Ridgeback F has a big wingspace that serves as a good canvas and the anatomy is easy (for me) to design on, which is why this is the canvas I default to.
Here are some of the best “starter” canvases for new artists, in my personal opinion:
Wildclaw M and F: these bases, particularly the F pose, don’t get many submissions (look at their submission rate in the Gala!) They have a standard dino anatomy that’s easy to understand and work around.
Fae M: Fae rarely get entries. The big wingspace is a great canvas, and more importantly, the M Fae canvas is pretty small compared to the others, so it’s less daunting. The shrimp posture can be a bit hard to grasp, but you can honestly just do a wingcent.
Coatl M and F: Coatl is a great base for new artists if shadows and lines are disrupting your creative process, because they don’t have as much of those. (You can also turn shadows/lines off while you’re drawing. I usually have shadows off and lineart at 30% opacity. Just remember to turn them back on when you submit!)
2. Theme Your Skin: Canonical Elements
August goes into this better in his guide, but you generally want to stick closer to canon. Think of skin contests like an art contest for a fandom. If you were submitting to, say, a Percy Jackson art contest, you’ll probably draw inspiration from Greek and Roman mythology, not Aztec or Chinese mythology. Flight Rising is the same. So, here are canonical places you can draw inspiration from:
Past festival familiars and apparel
Existing vistas, scenes, and World Map locations
Artistic interpretations of the canonical lore
If you do want to go outside of canon, my suggestion is to pick a neutral element. This means something that doesn’t have any religious/otherwise connotations, and is still related to the flight. I.e.: icy mountains for the ice flight, different types of minerals for the earth flight, different types of plants for nature. You are making an official item for the site, so work with that in mind.
3. Skin Composition: Balance
Composition is how the elements in an art piece work together. I struggle a lot with it, so I am not the best person to speak on this. What I’ve found that works for me is focusing the canvas on one big thing and putting small elements around it. That big item is usually wings, which is a great neutral component that can take on attributes of different elements. If you look at my skins, they usually follow the equation of skin = 1 big element (wings, bones, crystals) + 2 small elements (gradients, sparkles, butterflies, leaves, flowers).
[RBC 2023 = bones + crystals + rocks] [TC 2022 = wings + gradient + wispy shadow things]
4. Skin Execution: Actually Drawing the Thing
The best part of festival contests is the skill bar is quite low. I am going to contradict myself slightly by saying you do need a basic understanding of how to draw, but aside from that, contests are forgiving if you aren’t an experienced artist. I had six months of experience when I won my first contest and more recently, I was drawing with zero wrist mobility. These are some of my recent skins that were created when I could not render the way I usually do or use line weight.
[TCC 2023 & ROR 2023]
In comparison, here are skins when I could render and line weight.
[WS 2023 & GG 2023]
Importantly, all of these skins won. So that’s why, from my perspective, whether you’re an experienced artist or not, whether you know how to render or not, is not the point.
I don’t want to imply that you don’t need any skill to win a contest… it is a contest, after all. I think what I’m trying to say is: to make the best entry you can, you need to know the skills that complement YOUR art style. It isn’t necessarily the skill difference between artists that determines who wins, it’s how you use the skills you have to bring out the most in your piece.
There is no one way to making good art. And the hardest obstacle as a new artist is finding out what enhances your art style. You may not even have an art style yet, and that’s okay. That’s why it’s vital you continue exploring - which contests are great for.
Again, everything in this post is only what I have personally observed. This approach will not work for everyone, since everyone’s creative process is going to be different. But I hope this is a good bare-bones, structured, guide as to what I personally focus on – and I hope that it’s good for reference, even if the specific steps aren’t helpful for you ^^
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Hi! I saw you were looking for ideas so I'm going to submit a couple if that's okay! Feel free to ignore if not lol
First idea is for Gale (he needs more attention in this fandom!!) Tav who's kind but completely oblivious when it comes to flirting getting hit on and just not picking up on it, how would Gale react or not react? Would his reaction be different if he saw it from afar, up close, or just heard about it? Can be pre-relationship or during :)
Second idea can be for any or all companions (personally tho I think it'd be interesting for astarion, halsin, and gale) Their reactions (separate) to Tav realizing there's mutual attraction so they take them aside and nervously confess that they're asexual and would understand if they don't want to be partners after knowing this about them and that they wanted to tell them before things got serious.
Sorry for rambling in your inbox but I hope this was atleast somewhat helpful :D
Omg yes both I love sm omggg okay imma work on one first then the other. And I totally agree! Gale deserves more attention! I adore that man sm😭❤️ also so sorry it took me a while I have been taking care of my cat who got surgery
Oblivious Tav
Gale x Reader(Tav)
I honestly believe Gale immediately Knew Tav was super oblivious to people Flirting on them And he first found out About it when Lae'zel made the first move. Instead of falling for her words, you just gave her a puzzled look. “I'm sorry Lae’zel. I don't want to fight with you.”
The second time he saw it was with Astarion at The tiefling party. Of course he put his Vampiric charms on you but it just flew past you. And Astarion had this look on his face that made Gale burst out laughing. Some of the tieflings gave him a puzzled look.
Another interaction was when a tiefling was flirting with you. She rubbed your hand up and down softly that he himself even felt the shivers. She had tried to tell Tav how gorgeous they are and how even better they would look under her. But that left you confused. “Why do you want me to lay down?”
Like always, he found it funny because what you say and the other is the person's reaction. But Gale wouldn't lie, he had fallen in love with you the day he taught you how to cast spells just so you could feel what he feels, the magic of it. It was just the way your eyes shined as you looked around you. The moment you Two had made him realize how much he wanted you in his life, read a book beside you, be on his balcony, have a cup of tea or coffee, whatever you like to drink! And just read a book with you, watch the sunset, see the boats sail away, watch the waves of the sea. And just be with you. He loves you.
After that, he did try to make some moves.
Gale didn't know if he should feel bad or
embarrassed for you.
No matter how many times he tries to flirt, it simply just flies Over your head. You two were in the shadowlands and he took so much time and dedication to say those words to you that it simply flew past you. Astarion couldn't help but let a Laugh. Shadowheart was holding hers in. He knew you were obviously but not that much!
He tried it again, a small pick up line and you just stared at him and gods he loves you but oh my god he also is embarrassed when you simply don't get it. He had to actually say those three words.
“What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you. I love you.” Gale says and your eyes go wide at those words. “And I have been trying to make you get the hints that I am really in love with you but it just flies by you. I was thinking it was the tadpole wiggling those words out but that's just how you are.” He says and you feel embarrassed. “Oh.” You say and Gale holds your hands. “I'm in love with you Tav.” and he brings your hands close to his lips, kisses each one hand and looks up at you. “I love you too Gale.” You say and he's more than happy to hear those Words come out.
And even now that you two are together, it simply flies by you. From times you do get his little pick up lines, but there are those other times where it flies by.
But Gale loves that about Tav and finds it cute.
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I thought I might start using this graphic for the updates, too! At least until I get bored of it and end up creating another. 🌊 We love eye-catching visuals in this house.
Anyway, sorry for the delay with this update! Last weekend was insane, putting it lightly, and I only really feel like I have started to return to capacity now. I appreciate your patience!
As of 04/27, I have added the following resources (in no particular order) to Sea's Community Compendium for FFXIV Creatives:
LARGE SCALE
XIV TODO — honestly, huge thanks to whoever submitted this resource because I didn't know it existed! This is another set of tools and tailored checklists for XIV that help you track encounters, content completion, dailies and more! It's also extremely alt-friendly for those of us who have more characters than sense.
FREE COMPANY / COMMUNITY FOCUSED
THE VIERAN MAFIA — do you like suave Noir-themed bars framed by mystery and intrigue? How about a bit of organised crime? This Free Company is for you! (They're also hiring, if you're interested. Get in touch with @fjotla-vithir!)
MISC
FFXIV BUFF AND DEBUFF MAKER — if you have ever thought a screenshot of yours would be made funnier by a buff/debuff but you don't have access to photo editing software, @fortunafavore has you covered with this simple tool!
XKIT REWRITTEN — The most up-to-date iteration of the original XKit tool, XKit Rewritten provides a series of enhancement tools for Tumblr's web-based interface including accessibility tools, anti-capitalism bocks and recommendation tweaks.
Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here, send me an ask with the relevant information contained on the Compendium, or join my Discord at SEAFLOOR (21+ only)!
As a reminder, the answer to the question of "Is my resource/community applicable to the Compendium?" is almost always a resounding yes. I want to know what's out there. I want to feature your project!
However, for the sake of clarity, I'll pop the FAQ from this post below in a read more for you to check out if you're worried. ✨
I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?
Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!
I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —
Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.
I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?
Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.
What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?
Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!
How active does a community need to be?
If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.
I have [insert a question not stated here]?
No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!
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Your bottom Etoiles content is FEEDING me you get it you get it he’s the most bottom man ever
Thoughts on Foolish and Etoiles? I honestly think they’d have the BEST sex, like they’re so competitive with each other, I love the idea of them like fighting over who tops until Foolish like just manhandles him down and Etoiles crumbles. Also the size kink possibilities 👀
HELLOOO Foolish my beloved. Etoiles, most service bottom man ever. Okay I'm so sorry that this is a fucking MESS because I worked on it over multiple days blah blah. I love them though, hope you enjoy!
The problem is, it's annoying.
Foolish has been alive for a long time. He's spent hundreds of mating seasons alone. It's not really a problem. It's just annoying. He's got work to do, things to build. He can't do any of it if he's so horny he's afraid he'll jump the first person he sees.
So he's in his shitty house with his meager supplies, hard and annoyed. He runs his hand through his hair and reaches down to palm at his crotch, groaning lightly and considering calling Bad. They've spent many of Foolish's mating seasons together. Bad is a good partner when he needs to be, but there's something wrong with him right now, and Foolish doesn't like the sickly chemical smell on him.
He drops his head back against his pillows and snarls, irritated and frustrated.
Like the universe wants him to suffer, there's a knock on the door. He knows it's not Tubbo; something happened to him a few days ago, and he hasn't returned. It's none of the eggs. Foolish groans and tugs on a loose pair of pants, uncaring of his way, his erections are still highly visible. He leans against the doorframe and opens the door with an annoyed huff.
Etoiles is in front of him, inventory open while he'd been waiting for Foolish to open the door. He looks up, and a grin spreads across his face. Foolish tries not to bare his teeth, instincts telling him Etoiles is standing too confidently, his smile is too wide. Foolish tenses, fighting the need to take him down a few pegs.
"My bro, let's spar," Etoiles says, eyes trailing over Foolish's face and smile widening at his annoyed expression. "You will feel better," he urges, stepping more into Foolish's space and looking up at him through his lashes.
Foolish smells him, earthy and almost floral, ripping a growl from his chest. Etoiles doesn't even flinch, and Foolish wants to grab him by the neck and make him scared enough to submit. If Foolish wasn't so out of his mind with his instincts, he might see through what Etoiles is doing. Suppose he wasn't so horny he couldn't think. In that case, he might see that Etoiles is offering himself to Foolish on a silver platter.
As it stands, Foolish isn't in his right mind.
He nods, grabbing Etoiles by the shoulder and dragging him to the field near Town of Fobo. Etoiles follows, grinning.
They fight, Etoiles doesn't go down easily. Foolish lets his brain haze over, losing himself to his instincts and needs. Every time he gets Etoiles pinned, the cucumber hybrid manages to squirm his way out. Foolish gets tired of it, snarling and getting his big hand in Etoiles' hair. He presses the man's face into the ground and straddles his back, hard and dripping a wet spot in his sweats. Etoiles shudders under him, thrashing and laughing breathlessly. Foolish grinds hard against Etoiles, panting and more worked up than before.
"You win my bro," Etoiles purrs, letting his body go soft and pliant under Foolish's grip. Foolish growls and tugs clumsily at Etoiles' pants, getting them off and spitting directly on his hole. Etoiles is making soft noises under him, hands digging into the grass. Foolish presses two fingers slowly inside of him, groaning at the tight heat. He grinds his cocks against Etoiles' thigh and stretches him out quickly, sloppily.
When Etoiles starts getting squirmy and impatient, Foolish pulls away and presses one dick into Etoiles in one swift push.
Etoiles gasps, choking on his moan and shuddering hard. Foolish is easily the biggest on the island; he fills Etoiles like he's never been filled before. Foolish is one of the only people who manages to make Etoiles feel small, the way he towers over him, the way his dick feels like it's splitting Etoiles in half. He's drooling, and Foolish is barely fucking him. He's so big that it's impossible for him to not be pressing against Etoiles' prostate on every pass.
Foolish leans more of his weight onto Etoiles, pinning him and starting to pound into him. Etoiles can't keep his mouth shut, moaning and whimpering. Foolish purrs and leans down, pressing him deeper into Etoiles. He latches onto his shoulder, sharp teeth digging into his skin and holding on. Etoiles yelps, his dick twitches, and he's cumming untouched on the ground. Foolish groans, every thrust forward dragging the dick not stuffed inside of Etoiles against the length of Etoiles' cock, making him gasp and twitch.
Foolish chases his release, ignoring the pathetic whines from the body under him. He removes his teeth and licks eagerly at the wound, hands tightening on Etoiles' waist and in his hair. He snarls when he cums, pressing down on Etoiles harder and making sure the man can't move. Etoiles groans softly at the feeling, eyes rolling back and hands scrambling against the ground, trying to get any kind of stability.
Foolish pants, pressed as deep as he can go inside Etoiles, calming down a bit. He runs his hands gently up and down Etoiles' sides, watching the man below him shudder and whine.
"It's better?" Etoiles asks, laughing shakily. Foolish hums softly and leans down to nuzzle against Etoiles' neck, nipping behind his ear and keeping his softening cock inside of him.
"I'm not done with you yet."
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Hey, I love this blog! Such a fun idea, it was an instant follow from me. I was wondering, do you know where the fashion plates come from? If so, I would find it interesting if you added the country/region to the post.
hello my dear! 💕
thank you for your super sweet words! ☺️ I'm so glad you're enjoying the blog! 🥰🥰
and thank you for your fantastic question! my answer is long, so I apologize in advance, but (un)fortunately, I have that Cannot Shut Up About Special Interest Autism™️ 😅, so here we go! (below the cut)
it's honestly a pretty mixed bag with knowing where things come from versus not knowing. some of the plates do come from digitized archives of particular publications that have publication info (including city of publication), but since by and large fashion plates fall under what I – as a visual culture historian – consider ephemera, they are, well, ephemeral, meaning that they often come down to us with less context than we might like
I will also say that even those that do come with publication info/location may very well have been distributed outside the city/state/region/country where they originated. for example, for much of the era of the "golden age" of fashion plates, Paris was The Spot for fashion, and so you get publications called things like "les modes de paris" (the fashions of paris) that are distributed not just in Paris and France, but also internationally so that fashion-conscious folks could see what was happening in the "fashion capital"
I guess all this to say that at this point it's not going to be super feasible for me to include location information for the plates, partially because that information isn't always available, and also because when folks submit fashion images to the blog (huge thanks to all those who have done this by the way – I so appreciate it and I love looking at what y'all send in!! ☺️☺️) I don't always have a way of checking sources, and I would hate to have that be prohibitive to people who want to send in images but might not have or be able to find that info
I will also admit that as a result of Certain Conditions of the Mind™️ by which I am afflicted, I would feel the need to go back in and provide that info for every plate I've posted so far, which feels very daunting. and again, that's totally on me – and I freely admit that – but that's just how my funky little brain works lmao 😅
I will end these unnecessarily long ramblings by saying a big HOWEVER, if there's ever a specific plate that you'd like a publication location for, I can do my best to try and find that for you! ☺️☺️ there are also some fantastic blogs like @/chic-a-gigot that include more detailed publication info with the fashion plates they post. I'm also happy to point you in the direction of some digitized archives and collections if you're after more specific info for research/academic purposes 🥰🥰
sorry this got so long, but thank you so very much again for your super kind words and for your great question! 💕💕 I'm sorry I don't have a more satisfying answer for you, but hopefully this makes at least some sense ☺️☺️ I hope you have a wonderful day!! 🥰💖
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hello! i'm a big fan of your work! i noticed youre a risd alumnus, and i just wanted to ask: as someone currently working in the animation industry, how was your experience with risd? i'm having to choose between risd and a school that's popular specifically for animation, and was wondering if you might have any info that could help.
thank you, i hope this ask isn't any bother!
ooh I actually love this question because theres SO MUCH I wish I knew about the RISD animation program ahead of time and I'd love to give people a better idea than the one I had going in LOL. disclaimer that because I went a while ago (a whole class of college students have come and gone since I've graduated!) some of this info may be outdated. also this is purely my personal experience. BUT hopefully it helps
I want to say upfront that I loved my experience at RISD. I attended from the years 2013-2017. Like all private art colleges it was way too expensive (worth noting I had a significant need-based scholarship) but I worked my ass off and I learned a lot about art and I made friends there that I wouldn't trade for the world. As far as an art school experience goes I would tentatively say it was "worth it". However, I went in as a freshman hoping to major in animation and I came out with a BFA in illustration and this is a large part of why:
RISD doesn’t have a good animation program for those looking to go into commercial animation. And I don’t think this is a grand statement like I think most of my fellow alum and teachers would agree. The thing is it’s kind of intentional LOL?? And the keyword here of course is “commercial”. Culturally, RISD is kind of a fine arts school first and I wouldn’t say they’re hostile towards industry work but it’s more often treated as secondary or like something unfortunate/dirty you have to do to make money so you can focus more on your “true art”. I have a tweet about this that went semi-viral a while ago actually…
I’m not gonna say everyone at RISD thinks this but it’s pretty prevalent. I'm honestly not outside the opinion lol. You can call it integrity or pretentiousness or whatever but without going into whether this is good or bad it really orients the curriculum and priorities of the school. It’s hearsay so take it with a grain of salt but I’ve heard that on occasions where RISD has been offered opportunities or partnerships to make the school into a pipeline for big studios (like making work specifically to cater to those places and funnel students through the door right after school) they’ve always stuck to their guns and said no to preserve their independence.
The animation program at RISD is actually called FAV (sometimes stylized as F/A/V) for Film Animation Video and is… as one would guess..a mishmash of animation, film, and experimental video. Multimedia, experimental work is highly encouraged and overall the work and structure is a lot more geared towards submitting independent short films to film and animation festivals than it is towards building a portfolio to secure industry or client work. I didn’t major in FAV but I was on the FAV thesis track for about 3 years and I’d say the amount of help I had making an animation industry portfolio from my experience with FAV classes is close to none. At least for the thesis program we were never required or even asked to do anything such as design character turnarounds, bg designs or paint, even storyboards. And to be fair a lot of that pre-prod work that fills industry portfolios is a necessity of large commercial crews that need to coordinate over disparate departments and studios, not so much for independent single-animator projects.
But as a result, a lot of RISD students with ambitions to go into animation/video games/ entertainment industry art in general actually major in illustration. Myself included. It’s not a perfect 1:1 match and even within the department there’s conflict as to whether there should be more of a focus on traditional editorial illustration or otherwise but it’s one of the broadest majors at RISD because past sophomore year it’s 100% electives and there’s more classes oriented towards technical drawing and painting skill, concept, story, and communication for client work in a very all of which funnel rather neatly into commercial animation. It’s also a good route for exploring your options like if you’re stuck between wanting to do children’s books, TCG paintings, and comic books you can explore all those at more or less the same time. The downside to this is that in order to get what you want you really have to build your own curriculum. I definitely think it rewards the proactive.
So while nothing at RISD got me to build an animation portfolio I took a lot of classes that I think were fundamental to developing those skills. Ie I did actually take a storyboarding elective, painting classes that focused on color, illustration concepts classes that formed critical thinking and seeing, a sculpting class that trained anatomy and 3d construction skills, Barbara Meier teaches a 3D animation class at Brown that RISD students can cross-enroll at that’s pretty good? None of these are substitutes for a holistic animation curriculum but I think the education I did get was a lot broader and just as personally fulfilling. At the end of the day, I'm glad I wasn't so focused on animation that I was still able to explore illustration, comics, painting and sculpture. I led a student club that coordinated Brown and RISD students to work together and make video games every semester! I take the skills I picked up from these things into my animation career all the time.
Also the nice thing about animation jobs in the U.S. is that you don’t actually need to have animated a whole kickass industry-standard short film to be hireable. The pipeline is so compartmentalized and jobs so specialized that bg designers really just need to be good at environmental perspective and linework, and bg painters don’t even need to worry about that they can just be good at color and light. And almost no one at least in the U.S. animation industry actually needs to know how to animate LOL. Am I being reductive? Am I downing a heavy dose of copium for going to the school that I did? Who knows. Midway through my freshman year I was seriously considering transferring to a school with a better animation curriculum but I never completed those applications because I took a class during the winter semester called Science-Fiction Fantasy Illustration and midway between designing shitty aliens and my new best friends falling asleep on me during a 2001 Space Odyssey screening I was like. This isn’t so bad. Anyways, it turned out ok, we all have jobs now.
All that aside, Providence is a beautiful little city. There’s an arts and alternative culture there that feels completely different from those in places like NYC and LA. Chris Van Allsburg the writer/illustrator of Jumanji and The Polar Express was a RISD illustration alum and he based a lot of the imagery of Santa's Village off of Providence. This drawing I did is literally a view from Benefit st that I would walk from my off-campus housing to campus everyday:
There’s a lot of stuff that goes into whether a school, or any school, is the right fit for you. Sorry for rambling but I tried to answer this quick because ik college decisions can be time sensitive. Good luck with your decision making!
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An Alliance (Part 2)
Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar
Parts: One, current part, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)
(Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!
The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story).
Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability).
The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.
This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!
"Don't touch anything, unless you want to be zapped by Westalis lasers." I sarcastically spoke as I opened my apartment door.
The man waltzed into my home and looked around, his hands in his pockets as he observed the place.
"Your place is so..." he paused, looking around, "plain. And boring. And you have no furniture." He admitted honestly.
He wasn't even trying to be mean as he held a honest and slightly concerned expression.
"I'm a spy. I had to move around a lot for my missions." I admitted. "As a spy, I'm always on the move all across Ostania. Sometimes I'm traveling secretly between Ostania and Westalis too." I spoke.
"How do you do that?" he questioned.
"Oh ho ho. Look at you, already trying to put that contract to use. I'm soooo glad you're interested in me—you know, like asking about my favorite color or what genre of movies I like?" I spoke sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"You're such a doll." He sighed, rolling his eyes too. "Brat..." He murmured quietly.
He followed me to my room as I grabbed the small amount of clothes set out for my everyday convenience as I shoved the clothes into a suitcase.
"Just so you know, I'm not looking for this to be a real thing. When we're in public and at work, we'll act close—but don't expect anything kind of special treatment behind closed doors. Our 'marriage' is just a piece of paper that can easily be destroyed. The only thing that we have in common is work; nothing else." The second-lieutenant spat harshly as he walked closer to me, standing tall as he looked down at me in more ways than one.
For some reason, I felt my heart stab as my stomach felt queasy. My head felt light as I looked up.
"I'm glad we're on the same track. I want nothing to do with you just as you do with me." I stated.
I huffed and took a step to the side to get the second-lieutenant out of my way. I walked to the bathroom and grab my soaps and routine-supplies, ignoring the way my chest felt sunken and my eyes stung.
Why do I feel the need to cry? I thought to myself. That mutt doesn't know what he's talking about. He doesn't know me at all. I rolled my eyes, thinking about how pathetic I was for letting his words get to me like that.
He's the enemy. There's no reason I should grow attached like how he's thinking. I'm not going to submit and prove that he's right!
I softly sighed as I walked back to the bedroom, momentarily stopping to see the man stare at the ceiling bored. On. My. Bed!
Calm down, it's just a bed HQ rented.
Yeah. I just slept on it for two weeks for my mission I finished before getting captured. The Handler momentarily rented this room for me in this apartment so I could have a place to relax as I get through my recent slow-burn mission.
I groaned. I'm gonna kill kill kill KILL KILL THAT MOLE! I screamed loudly inside my head. I HATE THEM FOR PUTTING ME IN THIS STUPID SITUATION!
“Your bed is so uncomfortable. How can you sleep like this?” the man deadpanned.
“That’s not my bed. This is a room I was given from my boss since I had to do a mission here.” I explained, putting my supplies in one of my suitcases and zipping it up.
“What was the mission?” he seemed interested, turning his head to the side so he can face me.
“I had to get some information from city hall. The boss there is a scumbag exchanging some Ostania secrets there.” I explained.
“Huh. I didn’t know about that.” He admitted.
“Well, now that you do, you can tell the Director and have someone new to interrogate tomorrow.” I sighed, sitting down on the un-comfy bed (I hate to admit that he’s right about the bed).
“You didn’t interact with the employees, did you?” he questioned, his voice serious as his eyes dug into me, searching for truth.
“Only those I needed so I could sneak in. About two or three people. But nobody that sparked interest.” I admitted.
“Good, good…” he muttered, his voice and face softening as we stared at each other.
“Why?” I questioned.
“Nothing, I was just curious.” He spoke.
I didn’t believe it, but right now I didn��t care about it as we stared at each other.
He had pretty ruby eyes, ones I was almost envious of. He had dark black hair that matched his eyes perfectly, and his face was both innocent and stern at the same time (how could that be possible?)
I allowed myself to observe his outfit, the causal white shirt and black pants along with black shoes. But I wasn’t the only one taking notes of the enemy. I noticed he was looking at me longer than what should be comfortable.
“What?” I snapped, letting the heat in my face be anger and not something I was…afraid of, I guess you could say.
“You were staring first…” he grumbled.
Douche! I shouted in my head yet sighed.
“Whatever. Let’s go.” I commanded, jumping up from the bed and lecturing myself of my racing heart.
“Don’t boss me around, brat.” He stated, yet sat up nonetheless.
“Don’t call me brat!” I complained as he smirked.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He teased, smiling.
Now he's using my own words against me? I thought to myself yet smirked, deciding to entertain him.
“It’s alright, darling~” I retorted as his face morphed to disgust.
“Gross! Don’t you ever call me that again!” he complained.
“Then stop calling me brat! And don’t call me sweetheart, I said it first!” I shouted.
“Ugh. Like I’d ever say something so vomit-inducing again. I just wanted to mess with you.” He whined, still acting like he was sick to his stomach.
"Come on! Let’s get a move on. It’s dark and we haven’t ate dinner yet.” I spoke.
“Oh? So I’m the one treating you?” he huffed.
“Your boss never gave me back my belongings. That includes my wallet.” I pointed out, smiling.
“Then you can starve.” He deadpanned.
I huffed and grabbed my two suitcases, walking out of the apartment and to the car as he followed behind me.
“Hurry up! I hate slow walkers!” I complained, waiting for him to unlock the car.
He did, yet immediately locked it once I reached for the door handle.
I glared and waited for him to unlock the door. He sighed and did. I reached for the handle and pulled it, only to find it looked.
“Dude!” I exclaimed, looking up to see him smiling at me, proud in his childish actions.
“Okay okay!” he laughed, then unlocked the door.
I pulled, but for the damn thing to be locked again.
“YOU FELL FOR IT THREE TIMES! AHAHHA!” he laughed boisterously.
“Shut up!” I shouted, ignoring the way I slightly giggled and wore a smile on my face. “Could you please unlock the door, sweetheart?” I teased.
“Ew! Stop it!” he gagged, yet unlocked the door.
I quickly opened the door, causing him to let out an “aw” followed by a “it was fun while it lasted.” I put my suitcases in the backseat and sat in the passenger seat.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked, stepping into the car and putting the keys in, twisting them to start the engine.
“Oh, I thought I was going to starve.” I smiled, watching as he rolled his eyes and huffed.
“This is just one time…” he grumbled. “Now hurry up and choose!” he shouted.
“Don’t pressure me! Then I can’t think!” I shouted back. “I’m fine with anything.”
“Seriously? I just told you to choose! I don’t know what you like!” he complained.
“I’m not picky; besides, you’re paying.” I spoke as he sighed aggressively and backed out of the parking lot.
I looked out the window, watching as we left one of my many—many—temporary homes that the Handler has placed me in before.
I should send a code so the headquarters can decipher my message. What should I tell them? I can’t tell them I’m a double-agent, that’s for sure.
I glanced over at the man, thinking.
I can’t believe I thought this asshole was innocent-looking and hot when I first saw him—he’s just a jerk. What’s his problem anyways? Why’s he hate me so much? Sure, I’m a spy, but I’ve always tried to avoid the conflict between Westalis and Ostania.
A frown made its way to my face as I thought some more.
Can I even be called a spy ever again? I got ratted out and captured. I might never get a mission again if I’m stuck with the Secret Police. My spy days are over.
Surprisingly, it didn’t sound too bad. I was in the spy business for almost a decade. Breaking into homes, deciphering codes, protecting government officials that's killed my family, even going as far as to disarming bombs. Whether I was in the Westalis army, a Westalis spy, or now even Ostania's SSS, I’ll always have the looming threat of dying.
I really wanted to live a peaceful life too, it was the spy business that tracked me down and recruited me when I was ten. How could they manipulate me into this war? I wanted out of it after the military! I whined in my head.
It’s not like I didn’t agree. But I was ten! I didn't understand what being a spy exactly meant. I guess drastic times called for drastic measures, even going as far as to getting little ten-year-olds recruited.
“What’s with that face?” he suddenly spoke up.
“What face?” I questioned.
“The sad face. Your face looks even more ugly like that.” He deadpanned.
“Ugh! You jerk!” I exclaimed, resisting the powerful urge to punch him hard in the arm.
I would’ve, if the sudden thought of him concealed-carrying didn’t immediately cross my mind.
Yeah. He’d shoot me for punching him.
“I was just thinking! Jeez, you’re mean…” I grumbled.
He hummed, a smile on his face. He seems proud to be an asshole.
.
.
We decided to grab quick fast food since there was no point in going anywhere expensive.
He drove to a gated apartment complex for two-income families, entering a passcode.
“Fancy apartment complex.” I commented, looking out the window.
“The job pays well.” He spoke back, driving in and parking somewhere.
He shut the car off and we both opened our doors. I got my luggage as he impatiently waited. We walked to the doors, going into a lobby and to an elevator. He pressed the second button and stuck his hands in his pants pockets. I clutched the handle on the elevator, ignoring the look the man was giving me as I felt my stomach tighten.
“Don’t tell me you’re about to puke.” He groaned. “You got a weak stomach or something?”
“Elevators just make me nauseous.” I admitted. “But I’ll be fine, thank you so much for your concern.” I commented sarcastically.
Elevators remind me of planes, planes remind me of hijacks and crashes. Just the thought of having to be in another plane going down for one of my missions makes me want to vomit. I never want to be above the ocean or ground again.
The doors opened and we walked out of the elevator. We walked a few doors down until we got to the fourth door on the right. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and opened the door.
He silently walked in and I followed, a little unnerved at being inside the enemy's apartment.
It's not like he'd kill me—at least not without getting information out of me. Right?
"Where should I put my stuff?" I questioned.
The man hummed, thinking to himself.
"You can put it in my room, I'd rather not have the living room dirty." He replied.
"Do you have any house rules?" I questioned, taking my shoes off as the man drags his off, standing with perfect balance despite being on one foot.
I hid my amazement from his balance skills as I had hopped on my foot to take my shoes off.
"I don't think I do. I mean like, don't go through my stuff? And don't go out without me. I can't really think of anything unless you do something that I'm not comfortable with, but I'll tell ya." He sighed.
"Okay." I spoke, following him to his room.
He opened the door, allowing me in. I set my suitcases neatly in the corner as the man jumped on his bed, sighing.
If it was my bed, I would've followed and laid down too since I was quite tired with today's events too, but this is the second-lieutenant's bed (who still won't tell me his name). I feel it would be rude lying down on his pretty red bed (I also feel that he will snap at me).
I looked around the room, looking at the pale peach walls. I looked down at the apartment's wooden floor, noticing how clean it is.
He must like his apartment clean. I supposed every likes a clean space to walk in though.
He had very few artworks on the wall, only two paintings. One was of a bright forest and a path. The other was a dark figure on the beach, dancing alone as the sun set behind them. I looked at his expresso drawers, seeing there was two of them. He had a closet I didn't feel like exploring.
Doesn't look very secretive and Secret Police-like. I thought to myself. Well, it does make sense. I hide my spy-gear out of sight too in case the SSS tries to do a secret investigation on me when I'm not at the place I'd be staying at during that time.
"So, what are the sleeping arrangements?" I questioned.
"I don't know..." He muttered, tired.
He's seem to have lost all that spark from earlier. I thought to myself. It's kinda cute how worn out he is.
I smiled, observing him as he threw me a tired glare.
"What?" he questioned.
"Nothing." I spoke, sitting down on the bed yet keeping a good distance. "You said you had an older sister, so where would your guest room be?"
"She'd sleep in my bed and I'd sleep on the couch." He explained. "I would rather have myself sleep on the couch than have my dear sister sleep there—she's family."
"So you can be nice." I hummed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he huffed, his energy to argue seeming to recharge as he sat up from his bed.
"Oh, don't start getting riled up just yet. I'm just teasing you." I rolled my eyes playfully, smiling as I enjoyed the way his face bloomed into a rose and he stuttered.
"D-don't say it like that! Brat..." he muttered, covering his face with his arm as he coughed out his embarrassment.
"You tired?" I questioned.
"Yeah. But I'm going to wait until you fall asleep." He spoke, sitting up from his bed.
"Okay, creep. You do you I guess, just leave me out of the equation." I giggled as he glared at me.
"Not like that. I meant I'm not planning on waking up to you gone from the apartment and running back to that stupid spy business of yours. The Director would kill me." He huffed.
"You know, I didn't just join them because I felt like it." I huffed, crossing my arms.
"What did you join them for?" he questioned, raising his eyebrow.
"You gotta earn it first." I clicked my tongue, mocking his words from earlier.
We shared a glare before he sighed.
"Fine. I wasn't even that interested anyways." He huffed.
We stayed silent for a bit before he spoke up again.
"You can shower first, I'll wait for you." He explained.
"Oh. Thanks..." I muttered, slightly surprised as I walked to my suitcase and opened it, grabbing clothes and bathing supplies. "I'll be right back." I stated.
He's a stupid jerk, but there's been moments where he's been a little nice. Maybe over time I can crack that shell. I thought to myself before immediately catching myself. Over time? What am I saying? I'm not staying with that jerk forever! No matter how much kinder he gets!
It's not like I'd have a choice either. The Westalis spies would be around searching for me if word gets out that I betrayed them. I shouldn't be the one at fault. It was that mole's fault! That, and they were the one that betrayed the Westalis spies and me! I can't believe the Handler assigned me to show him the ropes when he first came in a couple months ago. I thought he was doing a good job too!
I got dressed into pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. I heard soft snoring and looked to see the man was sleeping, having not moved from the same position I left him in.
He'd be so easy to kill, allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable position while the enemy is in his home. I sighed, not really wanting to wake him up in case he forgets who I am and flips out.
Maybe I can send that message to Westalis. I thought before quickly deciding to cross out that idea.
That'd be a stupid thing to do while I'm in enemy territory. That, and I don't want to cause trouble immediately. I've honestly been wanting to take a break from the spy business for a while, but I was afraid the Handler would kill me (she's not called the Fullmetal Lady for nothing). This will just be a mini-vacation.
I had an intense battle inside my head, wondering if I should take out Flower from my suitcase or not.
If the jerk wakes up, he'll see it and probably tease me forever. I thought, sighing as I looked at the man. Why should I care what he thinks? It's not his bunny!
I huffed and grabbed Flower from my suitcase. She looked at me pitifully with her one eye and hanging loose threads of her pink nose and mouth. She still has a slight lingering smell of ash, but it's barely noticeable now because of all the times I've thrown her in a washer. I walked over to the man and noticed the slight twitch from his left eye as his mouth frowned slightly. His eyes were slightly squinted, and I mentally gasped.
How dare he fake-sleep in front of me?! Does he really not trust me? But it does leave him open for me to mess with him...
"My love, wakey-wakey." I teased, causing him to almost shoot up immediately.
"Don't say that!" he shouted.
"I can't believe you faked sleeping!" I laughed, a disbeliefed-smile on my face.
"I was making sure you wouldn't try running or contacting the Westalis spies!" he exclaimed, trying to justify himself.
"I can't believe you would think that!" I exclaimed.
You were very right, sir. Very right...
"Whatever, just shower so we can go to bed." I sighed.
My face heated up at my wording. If the man noticed, he didn't pay no attention to it as he stood up and walked to the bathroom, suspiciously eyeing me as he closed the bathroom door.
What a pushover. I thought, before sighing and laying down on the bed. Me and the enemy sharing a bed together? I think I'm going to puke.
He didn’t take long, probably rushing to make sure that I wasn’t escaping, before he opened the door and suspiciously looked around the room.
“There’s no traps or bugs.” I rolled my eyes.
“How can I trust you?” he questioned.
“Because I would’ve forgotten them then accidentally set off one of my own traps.” I deadpanned.
He huffed, but didn’t say anything after that, that was until he noticed the bunny.
“…What the hell is that?” he mumbled, making eye contact with Flower’s one eye.
“Don’t say that!” I gasped, covering Flower’s ears. “She’s sensitive about her appearance!”
“She’s…sensitive?” he questioned, an evil smile forming on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that! Flower isn’t just some stuffed bunny, she’s my childhood warrior.”
He smiled more. “S-stuffed…bunny…childhood…warrior!” he started to cackle as I glared at him. “I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU STILL SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS!”
“Flower is my friend!” I cried out. "She means a lot to me!"
“AHAHAHA! YOU’RE FRIENDS WITH A BUNNY? YOU’RE REALLY THAT PATHETIC?!” he laughed.
I huffed, walking over to him and pushing him onto the bed.
“H-hey!” he stuttered out, his face turning red as he stared up at me.
“Shut up and sleep!” I ordered, walking to the drawer and placed my glasses down (or ignore this part if you don't wear glasses).
I walked to the light switch and turned off the light, then carefully navigated through the dark and felt for the bed. I grabbed the covers and got into said bed. I felt that man’s body but I couldn’t care enough to walk all the way on the other side in the dark—however, he had other plans as he protested.
“Oi! Oi! Stay on your side!” he shouted.
I huffed, ignoring his demands. “I am. Scoot over.”
He groaned yet scooted over, allowing me to steal his side. I clutched Flower to my chest and sighed.
…
“You don’t bring girls often to your apartment, huh?” I questioned, smiling as he shifted in bed, spluttering out nonsense.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” he shouted, offended.
“I mean that your bed is small, so you never thought of sleeping with anyone when you bought it. Sad, sad little virgin.” I teased.
“Shut up! Like anybody would willing sleep with you!” he huffed.
“Ohoho~ well you’re mistaken, sweetheart.” I laughed, causing him to blow up.
“I will suffocate you with this pillow!” he claimed.
“You won’t, you need me.” I smiled.
He stayed quiet before eventually huffing, “Whatever.”
“Aw! You didn’t deny it!” I smiled, turning my head over to see him, well, try to.
I could kind of see him, my eyes adjusting to the dark. I noticed how he was already looking at me, his bright red eyes visible.
“What?” I questioned.
He squinted, glaring at me before sighing.
“It’s kinda cute…” he spoke.
I waited for him to add context to it, glad that it was dark enough to not see my red face.
“The bunny, I mean. Not you. Obviously.” He scoffed.
“I’ll take it as a win.” I smiled.
We stayed quiet, turning our backs to one another as they pressed up against each other. I ignored the heat on my face and the fact that we're so close together.
“You should get a fan. It’ll make this room cooler and it’ll be great background noise for this awkward silence.” I spoke.
He sighed. “Yeah. I will.”
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So. I saw a certain tweet of George going into the Mclaren motorhome with Lando. Thoughts? Well mine is that you are Lando's dom. George's dom treats him badly and Lando hates seeing his friend hurting. So he drags him back to see you so he can submit and feel better. He sees how good Charles and Pierre's poly relationship is for them and he wants that too! 🐇
Please I love the image of Lando just stealing George. He’s just like “nope, mine now” and fucking takes him. Shoutout to the poor mclaren media person who left Lando alone for two minutes and came back to find Lando had kidnapped one of their competitors. I'm gonna tag this as 'd/s au - poly!George/lando' cause i really like this idea and i'd love to hear more about it and for it to be its own au!!
Firstly, lando's original plan was to simply murder the Mercedes dominant, but he figured that would probably take a lot of planning and isnt really his thing (AKA: Alex refused to help).
George is pretty good at hiding how much he's hurting, how his dom clearly isnt giving him what he needs. But Lando can still tell.
His suspicions are confirmed one evening when he's at dinner with George and George asks him if he gets berated for needing more attention from his dom. Lando's heart just breaks for his friend (okay yes he's had a crush on George for years but George doesn't know that so it's still friend). Lando thinks about all the times George has stared longingly at you and him, how George averted his eyes when Lando would catch him watching.
Then there was the time that you joined them for lunch (Lando had just had a scene with you and he didnt want to part from you just yet) and George had insisted on paying. You had thanked George sincerely, telling him you really appreciated it and George was beaming for the rest of the day.
And then Lando thinks about whatever the fuck charles and Pierre have going on with charles's team and just... yeah he needs to kidnap George.
This all comes to a head during a media pen session. Lando was already in the media pen when George arrived, and George looked so fucking sad. His eyes were red like he had been crying, and he was gripping his water bottle so hard his hand was shaking.
Lando thought back to how George's session had gone, and as far as he knew George did well. There was nothing on track that would warrant George being like that, and Lando knows there's only one other thing that could do that: his dom.
Lando decides right then and there that George needs to come back with him and scene with you.
You have no idea how Lando manages to sneak George out from under the eyes of the entire media pen and his own media person, but somehow he did because you walk into his driver room and find George sitting on the couch with Lando.
At first you think that George is just hanging out with Lando, but then you see that Lando has his arm wrapped around George and seems to be comforting him. You ask what's happened, and George looks up in fright. The poor thing honestly looks like he's about to bolt out the door, but you're standing in the way of that.
Lando starts to explain, well he just says that George really needs a nice dom and then gives you his best puppy dog eyes and damnit you are powerless to deny him.
The saddest part is honestly how the smallest thing makes George so so happy? You run your hands through his hair, asking if he's going to be a good boy and he nods to quickly its comical. The smile on his face when you kiss his forehead in response is heartbreaking. A well cared for sub shouldn't be reacting this way to a mere forehead kiss from an unknown dom.
You treat George as well as you can, cuddling him and letting Lando suckle on his cock, praising him the entire time and encouraging him to fall apart in your arms. He's floating in subspace for the rest of the night, cuddled between you and Lando.
George is absolutely mortified when he wakes up the next morning and thinks back to how he acted. But at the same time, he can't remember the last time he was this well rested? He never wants to leave this bed.
Needless to say, George starts to come back.
At first it's just Lando dragging George along to scenes and George pretending that he's annoyed by this and hasn't been counting down the days until a race weekend because he might be able to scene with you and lando again. But eventually, George starts to accept that you and Lando actually love being with him and he starts to seek you two out on his own accord.
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I kind of wish they did more with Ozzie as a character being right now I feel he's nothing more but 'Fizz's perfect boyfriend' and that's it which is a shame because it feels like that's a waste being you know, he's one of the Deadly Sins.
Look, I love the fact Ozzie is a softie and has good traits such as being pro consent and all that's great it gives him a bit of depth outside of just the sin he embodies and makes him more of a person I like that, but I hate how Viv has written him season two onward.
He isn't perfect obviously, we see some overprotectiveness from him in regard to Fizz and there's a huge risk of both being too codependent with each other but also him being completely portrayed as 'good'? Like, he's a Sin? Like it or not, he likely embodies some of the worst traits of lust. Granted he does have a moral standing and that's fine I wouldn't trade that for anything but there's a lack of nuance or anything interesting you can do with his character it's like...what's the point of having him be a Sin to begin with?
Same thing with Bee and Mammon. They just feel like they were/are wasted and could have had potential to be interesting and nuanced characters in their own right. Also, a lot of traits of Lust, Greed and Gluttony overlap with each other. I'm not saying all three of them should be besties or anything, but you'd think they'd find common ground (me and my friend dub them The Trio. I mean helluva!Bee and Ozzie are canon besties). Oz could still not be a fan of how Fizz is treated by Mammon and will set his foot down when needed but idk I'd think it'd be fun if the two had a more complicated relationship than just down right hating each other.
I thought what he was going to be was somebody who changed his ways, had a lot of villainous ways he used against all, but fizz. That his past issues with rage are something he worked on. Making him a perfect man who even gives Fizz his limbs is a bit much. I like his softie traits too but..only if it’s something new for him yknow? As for the sins, there seems to be this overarching theme that rich people are kinder and more altruistic than poor people, who are cruel, selfish, bigoted, inherently bad, which is why they’re poor and lower class. It’s gross. Mammon is probably the poorest sin, which is why he’s money hungry. I also like the idea of Bee being a callous addict who has some kindness but it’s swamped by her need to feed off of energy. Ozzie and Bee need to be kind and approachable to get people to feel lustful and to indulge. Mammon doesn’t.
To be honest I don’t think his protectiveness and clinginess is even portrayed as bad. Him and Stolas are perfect while fizz and blitzo are flawed, with their biggest flaws being that they don’t do what stolas and Asmodeus want of them. After Oops and Mammons Fizz will probably never question, disobey, talk over, or argue with Oz ever again, he’ll make all the decisions. Because he’s never wrong. And that’s just weird. Let Ozzie be wrong about something.
Viv constantly writes it so that Ozzie is 100% in the right and Fizz just needs to I guess, stop fighting back, and submit himself completely to him and everything he recommends. It’s really not a partnership. I’m really not vibing with him leaving his entire job for Ozzie. Not for himself. He endured abuse and worked for Asmodeus it seems like the stuff about the fans and trying to prove himself, wasn’t even true. Giving up your career to get married is something women are pressured to do not usually men, and Viv sees Fizz as “the woman” in the gay relationship so it makes sense she promotes that, and even though honestly, he’s not that effeminate. Fizz as a housewife will go crazy, he can’t do housework even, they have maids for that, he doesn’t want to perform anymore and Ozzie doesn’t want him sexualising himself, they can’t bring children into that sex filled palace either, it’s completely inappropriate. It’s gonna be like Stella all over again.
So what’s left for him? I honestly have no idea. If he went back to the nightclub, none of the development of S2E7 would mean a thing. I thought it would be interesting to see him search for his family from his past but the fandom apparently doesn’t want him connecting to the other circus imps under any circumstances. One of my anons finds the idea extremely offensive because how dare he need or want anyone but Ozzie. He now feels so shelved.
Ozzie emasculates him. Sure, he likes pink, which masc men sometimes do, and he occasionally dresses in drag. In truth, he’s versatile and androgynous, not an effeminate, baby(yikes) Lust Queen? He may as well have “Ozzies” branded on his head if this keeps up.
The writers probably don’t know or even recognise it as codependency and they just think it’s cute. The moment where Fizz says “it’s great not being in the spotlight for once” and this and his bicker with Asmodeus was implying that he wants some time independent from him. But then when he’s humbled he clings even harder to Asmodeus and never ever wants to leave his side for even a second, and never go outside again. Also, in the next episode it’s Ozzie who suggests he needs a break from the spotlight. Making it Ozzies idea instead of his own. I hate that. Disabled people should decide their own limits not their caretakers.
Now, this power dynamic and age gap is too weird for me to fully believe it’s entirely wholesome and pure. It kinda isn’t. It’s too controlling and self absorbed. The inserted in-canon fandom is also plain weird and cringey.
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I just saw that you've never done a Miu request, and I view that as a tragedy. Therefore I'd like to request Miu with an S/O that loves to fluster her all the time because they know she weak to compliments like they'll call her cute and adorable and when she trues to act rude and vulgar they'll pull a kabedon on her to make her blush up a storm and then kiss her
miu iruma w/ S/O that loves to fluster her
info: slightly nsfw, miu being miu, loads of swearing, gn!reader
type: hc format, non-despair au
a/n: this is actually my first time writing for miu despite her being one of my favourites lmao
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literally no one knows why you're with miu
she is so vulgar and mean! you two look like a toxic couple when she yells at you
well, you just know exactly how to shut her up
it all started one day when miu was showing off one of her inventions to impress you
at this point of time you had been dating only for a few weeks
you leaned against her desk as she shows off the invention
"and if you press this button, it launches a tazer to fry the motherfucker's ass!"
she was showing you an invention that had a variations of self-defense all in one small device
"wow... that's really impressive.. over 10 ways of self-defense.. in that small thing?"
"bahaha! I know right? I'm just a total fuckin' genius! not one sorry shithead can match with my golden brain!"
you couldn't help but giggle, you were sure that this invention was actually meant for you...
"w... what the fuck is so funny?"
"hehe... sorry... it's just cute when you praise yourself like that."
miu's face when bright red and curled into herself, chewing on her nail
"c-cute..? I.. I see..."
she becomes all quiet and a cherry red mess whilst muttering to herself
since then you recognise that she's incredibly easy to fluster with simple compliments despite her confidence exterior
when she's yelling at a poor soul (such as shuichi) you'll whisper in her ear that she's adorable
she becomes all meek, giving her victim a chance to escape from her wrath
it's honestly great entertainment and you admittedly fluster her just to see her cute expression
it also makes her a lot more cuddly when you two settle down alone
when she's yelling at you however, you need to amp it up just a bit
she was going off on you about how you intervened when she was trying to have a boob measuring content with kaede and tsumugi
suddenly you leaned in and put your hands on the wall behind her, trapping her between the wall and you
she was already red, then you kissed her on the lips and she went crimson
"I-Is this the kind of kinky shit you're into...?" she moaned "hurry up and just take me!"
"uhm.. miu, babe... we're in the middle of the hallway..."
"fucking fine then! don't open up my floodgates if you don't even want to swim! blue-ballin' cocksucker!"
you threatened to call her the 'c' word again and she very quickly submits into her docile state
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-Mod Kirumi
#mod kirumi#danganronpa#danganronpa headcanons#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa x reader#miu iruma#miu x reader#v3 killing harmony
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S!! i just reread Cant Explain All The Ways You Get Me High and i’m here to give you double the kudos bc god it’s fantastic 🔥 Honestly that one and I’d Fuck Me are some of my favorites—guess I have a soft spot for your solo scenes! Would you ever explore the inverse, with sub!bucky or seb taking care of themselves? What are the differences there between how steve/chris do it?
Can't Explain All The Ways You Get Me High
I'd Fuck Me
You know, I genuinely never noticed that among those solo, jerk off, fantasy scenes, I've only included the tops and/or doms. Huh. That's interesting. I mean, literally, there's also a scene in my "For Beginners" series with Chris fantasizing about Seb subbing for him...
Chapter One of Accept It
Maybe it'd because I'm a dom? So that sort of fantasizing is closer to my heart? Maybe it's just a coincidence, lol. Who knows 🤷🏻♂️
Anyway--
I think it would be pretty similar, I mean, the thoughts going on would be different, of course, but very much that same heady, frantic headspace as they barrel toward orgasm.
I'm not taking requests at this time, but sometimes I can't help myself...
Immediately, I had something in mind for Sebastian:
It's been a while for Sebastian--a while since he's gotten off with all of the work he's been doing (what feels like 15 different projects all that once, he swears) and the resulting exhaustion, and it's been a while since he's seen Chris with the way their careers stretches them apart all too often. So... orgasming hasn't exactly been his top priority. However, he's got the afternoon off. Somehow, after the early morning and late nights and their dedication, his director has decided they all need an early end for this Friday.
Thank. god.
And, with his time off, his thoughts unbusied, it's the tiniest thing that sets him off.
With their dynamic and how Sebastian gets, Chris will regularly send him orders when they're apart. It helps keep Sebastian from being overwhelmed with the need to submit here and now and being unable to, shutting down instead. Order this for dinner. Wear that pair of boxer briefs today. Chose this for the premier. Prep your meals for a week. Send me a photo of you when you have a minute. Sebastian eagerly fumbles to do as Chris says, especially eager the longer they've been apart. Craving a moment of calm, both-feet-on-the-ground steadiness that comes with Chris' pride. His approval. Even if it's just a text--
Good boy.
--or if it's more of a treat like a FaceTime call or rumbling voice memo.
"You're such a good boy, Sebastian."
that leaves Sebastian with chills, head to toe, and a helpless erection.
This time, what sets him off is Chris' reminder that he needs to have real food for, at least, one meal today. He's off set, so he should find something other than what he could get at crafty. Some protiens and healthy fats. Then, when Sebastian sends him a snap of his finished plate, Chris sends him another order as if he can feel that Seb needs to occupy his mind, playing into their push pull.
Make sure to clean it up properly.
Sebastian hand washes the fucking plate, silverware, and glass, despite the equally avaliable and usable dishwasher in his rented apartment nearby to the location they're filming at.
Done!
Sebastian texts him back.
Perfect.
It's one word. And yet...
It hits Sebastian like kick to the chest. He stares at the word, biting his lip. He doesn't expect more. He knows Chris is still working himself. It's more than enough that he's even able to send him a few words back and forth. He's not looking for a follow-up. He's just staring at the word.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Perfect.
Sebastian can hear Chris' voice sliding over the syllables in his head. It echoes through him, leaving his toes curling against the kitchen tile while his eyes slide shut, vividly imagining himself at home with his dom. He's just finished preparing dinner for Chris, home cooked--something simple that he can manage without too much thought, but enough that Chris knows he put effort into it--he set the table, he served Chris his food, then he sat at the table with Chris, watched Chris eat with Chris savoring each bite with smooth swallows and heartfelt moans of approval at the taste, he let (what a hardship) Chris hand feed him bites when he so desired, and he cleaned up their dishes and table, hand washing everything. He wants to. And, now...
Sebastian feels a wobble in his knees, so he lets his phone clatter onto the countertop and grasps it tightly instead.
Now, in his mind, Chris is stalking up behind him and Sebastian's heart is in his throat, ready and waiting for Chris to crowd him against the counter and cabinets and put those big, heavy, commanding hands all over his body. Pawing at him. He wants it. He aches for Chris to bend him over the sink and fill him up, fuck him hard and fast and dirty, while he tells him that he's good. He did good. He served him so well. He takes care of him so perfectly, now he's gonna take care of his perfect sub--gonna take him and use him like he craves.
Chris doesn't.
Not even Sebastian's imaginary Chris bends to his will. He's in charge. He will do what he pleases, and Sebastian will obey his word.
Submit.
Imaginary Chris bypasses him and goes to the fridge instead, bending over--oh, Lord, that's a sight--to reach the bottom shelf on the door where the beer lives, happily awaiting to be drank.
Sebastian dries his hands from the dishes... imagined and real. Imagined, he wants to turn and watch Chris' skillful, beautiful hands crack open the bottle. He doesn't. Real, he stands in place, letting his imagination pull him away, deeper, with how imaginary Chris walks right past him again, this time sparing one hand just to proprietorily draaaag his palm against the small of the back, "join me in the living room."
It's not a question, seeking company, maybe. If you like. But, hopefully. Join me? It's a command.
Everything in Sebastian wants to follow. The gravity makes his muscles weak.
Sebastian follows.
He follows Chris like a lovesick puppy, trailing after him and panting when he arranges himself on the sofa. Always so alluring that it's unfair. How is Sebastian supposed to do anything when his lover exists in such a state? Lounging about, casually, but perfect enough to have come straight out of a photoshoot. Thick, strong thighs spread wide, giving himself room, one arm over the back of the furniture, draped and taking up all the space he likes, commanding all of the suddenly humid air in the room with a heavy, dark look in his eyes.
Sebastian swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.
Meanwhile, Chris' other hand, having come to rest on his knee before, now mimes a gesture or two that's irresistible.
Kneel.
Come here.
Sebastian's eyes fly open, shattering the delicious fantasy his mind is painting. The image so real, so much ink, that it's spilling into his real life. He can't. Sebastian whimpers out loud.
Jesus Christ.
Even in the cold light of his real, afternoon kitchen, there's that pull inside him, forcing him from his comfortable center of gravity. Like missing a step on the stairs. Exhilarating. Heart hammering.
He needs.
The ache is now terrible inside him.
More than he needs anything else, he needs to be between Chris' thighs. That's where he belongs. His vision starts to go a little hazy and useless around the corners at just the thought. Chris towering over him. Powerful and authoritative. It's been too long.
And now Seb can feel the phantom heat of Chris' knees pressing against his shoulders and the weight of Chris' hand on his head, his blunt fingernails scratching his scalp, running through his hair and messing it up. He can feel the friction of denim jeans or cotton sweats or mesh basketball shorts against his cheek, muzzling into Chris where he's packed into whatever the fuck he's wearing but shouldn't be. He should never be clothed. He should--
Fuck me.
He should be between Chris' legs.
Sebastian blinks harshly a few times, trying to clear his vision and push away the raw throb that has begun to spread from deep in his gut to the base of his cock.
Impulsively, he snatches one of his hands away from his white-knuckle hold on the counter, intending to press the heel of his palm up against himself, but--
He whines again.
Here?
He looks around, taking inventory of his current situation, Sebastian gets distracted as his eyes land on his phone, and he recalls that damn text.
Perfect.
Glittering pleasure of praise from his dominant crackles through Sebastian like a lightning strike. All over again. Suddenly, he is back between Chris' thighs. Warm and crowded and so close to falling forward and mouthing at the bulge of his hardening cock in his sweats. Overcome by hunger. He can smell his arousal. Jesus. Seb wants to melt. He wants--
He can't fucking jerk off in the kitchen of a rental.
Can he?
Sebastian whimpers to the empty room. It offers him no comfort. Not a sound.
No.
Not here.
Quickly, Sebastian snatches his phone and dashes on clumsy legs to the bedroom. He's intending on texting Chris, asking him if it's possible for him to steal a few moments away. Sebastian just wants to hear his voice. For a minute. He wants it gruff and pressed right up against his ear, telling him he's perfect and good, and, and tell him--
Sebastian flushes hot, just thinking it. Admitting it to himself for the hundredth time. No matter, it always makes him squirm.
He wants Chris to tell him he's pretty.
He wants Chris to tell him he wants to put him on display and show everyone how good and pretty and perfect and odient he is. And--
Sebastian ends up distracted. His phone ends up on the bed, where he intends to also be. Lying back, relaxing, shoving a hand haphazardly down his pants to let Chris talk him off while he incoherently whines and moans and begs, the closest they can get when so, so far apart, but... he doesn't make it.
He doesn't even make it that far.
Instead, Sebastian gasps to himself, embarrassment making his cock pulse, thinking about how Chris would answer the phone and peel the mortifying words out of his mouth, make him admit how needy he is, then tell him he'a such a good boy for admitting it and he bet he looks so pretty, flushed and horny, and... Sebastian stumbles.
He ends up on his knees.
And.
He can't get back up. Aching. He's on his knees in his rented bedroom, near to the bed, but also too far away for it to be worth it to move again when he's so fucking hard.
The back of his eyelids are painted with the sights and sounds and sensations of their living room. Hardwood floors bite sweetly into his knees. Chris' cologne and laundry detergent clinging to his clothes, fading and turned darker the closer Sebastian leans into him, sweat and musk and arousal. Chris' hands on him. Holding his shoulders. Entwinted in his hair. On his throat or the nape of his neck, squeezing. Holding. Chris' voice rumbling through him, leaving him aching. Aching. Sebastian wants--
He wants Chris' cock out of his pants and in his mouth.
He wants to stare up at Chris' face, contorted obscenely into an expression of heat and pleasure, flushed and slack, as the weight and taste of his thick cock fills Sebastian's mouth. Heavy on his tongue. Coating his throat with the taste. Stretching his lips. Chris' hips pressed against his face, forcing him down his throat and making it hard to breathe in the most incredible way. Sebastian doesn't need to breathe. He needs to taste, to suck, to lick, to kiss, to gag and choke and cry.
He wants to cry on his cock.
He wants Chris to stare down at him over the handsome line of his nose and smirk. He wants Chris to tell him he's got such a good fucking mouth through a drawn-out groan. He wants to hear Chris moan through gritted teeth. He wants to have Chris cum down his throat and make Sebastian swallow, then lick him clean, then keep him warm while he finally drinks the beer he brought into the living room with him, watching the game, and keeping his needy submissive busy all at the same time. Multitasking.
Sebastian wants--
He wants--
Frantically, Seb shoves his hand into his sweatpants and cups his himself against his body, hissing with the temperature difference between his fingers and his heated, engorged dick.
In his mind, he's prolonging the moment of Chris' orgasm. The pornographic expression on his gorgeous face. Suspended in pleasure. The intense, incredible twitches and jerks of his cock as he pumps release onto Seb's tongue. The taste. The feeling. The way, oh, God, when Chris is really, really feeling himself, he'll reach down and recklessly plug Sebastian's nose as he shoves into his tight, wet, heat deeply. And Sebastian will spin. Sebastian will get dizzy. Sebastian will fly. His lungs aching to choke and sputter but not being able to. It all makes Seb so fucking hard. He's not in control. Chris knows what's good for him. Chris knows he's good. He's good.
He's so good!
Sebastian can't help but start to actually fist himself now. He's leaking enough to go faster. Faster. The friction is wearing his nerves down to raw wire, sparking and spitting electricity throughout his whole body. He's, oh, oh, he's--
It's so fucking intense, the images flashing through his mind. Now Chris has finished with him and Sebastian's chest is heaving, his lips buzzing, his mouth still stuffed full, tears and snot and spit running down his face, a complete mess, yet still pretty and perfect to Chris--for Chris. Sebastian helplessly cries out and loses his balance, his mind going haywire, imagining sucking Chris' still half-hard cock after he's finished, and grinding against his shin, feeling, feeling--
Good.
Obedient.
Sebastian falls forward, barely bracing himself against his now outstretched hand--the hand not wrapped around his cock--rather than faceplanting on the floor. His heart pounds in his chest. Lust rushes through him. Overpowering the fear. Pleasure rising and rising and--
"Gonna show me how pretty you are, baby? You gonna cum humping me with your mouth all full, jus' like you need, sweet boy?"
In his mind, in his fantasy, Sebastian cums with a muffled moan around Chris' dick. But, in his rented apartment, crumbling onto the floor next to his bed as if he might've been praying before he drifted off to sleep, he moans embarrassingly loudly. It's nearly a wail. It's like he's been hit over the back of the head. It hits him so fucking hard.
He's demolished as the pleasure crashes over him.
White-hot and ruining. Pumping wet, messy release into his hand and the inside of his boxer briefs. Humiliating and so, so good that he doesn't give a fuck.
"Atta, boy," Sebastian hears inside his own head, Chris' voice, as he achingly shakes through the last dregs of pleasure with a whine.
Oh, God.
But, (bratty) sub Bucky is pretty distinctive, too:
Steve's on a stupid fucking mission and he took his stupid fucking super dick with him (like an asshole) but, somehow, he didn't manage to take his stupid nuclear-level sex drive with him, too. Of all the things he has to leave behind! Fucking bastard.
He knows Bucky can't cope! And somehow, he still goes out there and fights the good fight despite being retired. Newsflash, Rogers, that ain't retired.
"Ugh," Bucky half groans, half moans, caught up in his thoughts, but also caught up in the physical sensations he's dealing with. Coping.
Steve's really left Bucky with no choice now. Not with his super libido bleeding over into Bucky, like, like--Bucky shivers, stifling a moan based on principle--bleeding into him like the hot, wet feeling of Steve fucking him with too much lube and then cumming inside him with his hurricane-like super-swimmers, pumping and pumping until Bucky swears he can see it stretching out his abs like he went too hard at dinner. Too much. Those goddamn swollen, heavy balls and...
"Guh." There's no stifling a dumb noise like that. It is what it is.
What is Bucky supposed to do but order via priority shipping and shove the biggest vibrating dildo he can up his ass?
This, this--
Bucky pants, his chest heaving, practically presenting his high, tight pecs and his begging-to-be-touched nipples. If someone was here to touch them! Bucky can't fight back a whimper, thinking about Steve's serum-hot, fever-hot body against his. His fingers--cruel and mean, plucking and twisting and pinching his nipples until they're puffy and raw, and Bucky is painting his belly white again. His mouth. Those lips. Plush, hot, and slick. Always just the tiniest bite of teeth that has Bucky shouting high in the back of his throat.
His cock jumps. Aching.
Fucking Steve.
This started out of spite. Bucky was bouncing on his fake cock, growling to himself, bratty and motivated. But it's devolved into something messy and pathetic and wet.
There are tears tracking shiny, salty paths down his cheeks when they're not being smeared into the sheets. It's really into a pillowcase. Not sheets. Steve's pillow. It still smells like him, and it's perfect for muffling the sniffling, howling moans that Bucky is pulling out of himself. He misses Steve's cock so much. He misses the rest of him, too. He misses the way he holds him down and pounds into him until Bucky is sure he'll finally fucking split into two. Hammering into him. Growling and grabbing him, throwing him around and making him take it. Bruising his hips and ass. Biting his shoulders, pulling his long hair until he's arched into a weak u-shape, every noise that Bucky has enough air to make fucked out of his wet, open mouth, "uh, uh, uh--"
Bucky aches for going dumb on Steve's cock.
He doesn't want to think! He wants to be able to do absolutely nothing. Fucked dumb.
He wants Steeeeeve!
Bucky whines to himself, his thighs quivering.
He's trying to replicate the magical ability Steve has to melt his brain out of his ears by giving himself as many orgasms as he can with the thick, heavy, vibrating toy shoved deep inside him. It's beginning to hurt. There's a puddle underneath him. Overflowing with pleasure. Yet, lust is still racing under his skin. It makes him whimper and squeeze the sheets in his fists.
He can hear Steve in his head, growling at him, smacking him around, goading him into another orgasm. The only one who can take Bucky; the only one who can hold him down and make him take it.
"C'mon, baby, I know that isn't all you got. You can take it. A cockslut like you? You can always take more. There's still spunk comin' outta'ya. I want you cummin' dry, darlin'. Then, then, I'll think about being done with you."
Instinctively, Bucky wants to do it. He wants to give it all to Steve. He has to. There's no other option.
So, he arches his back deeper. Blooming. His muscles complain, hurting with the stretch despite his daily yoga routine. He just can't--he's been at this for hours. He misses his fella bad.
He can't fucking be bothered, he's too frantically horny and too much of a spoiled pillow princess, to reach back and fuck his hot, puffy, wet hole with the vibrating toy. The closest he gets is jacking his cock. Even that's not normal, normally he has Steve to do that for him. Or, if Steve's not doing it for him because he's working too hard at working his cunt out--stringing him out until he's incoherent and stupid--Bucky is grinding against the bed, the couch, the floor, or whatever Steve has bent him over, unable to wait a minute longer. Right now, jerking off, he's so wet. His dick is swollen, and he can feel his pulse throbbing through it. He keens. Arching and spreading.
He feels fucked out and open but he knows he could be more. He could be hotter, he could be puffier, he could be wetter. If he pulled the dildo out of his hungry hole, he would be gaping. He could be gaping more if Steve had his way with him. Fucking him with that thick, thick cock, then getting frisky and sticking in his thumbs in alongside his dick. Prying him open. Wider and wider. Holding his hole open and feeling his own slick shaft thrusting in and pulling out as he ruins him.
He's thinking about Steve ruining him. He's thinking about Steve fucking him until he passes out--it ain't a true Rogers event until that happens, after all. He's thinking about Steve's strong fingers, scratching down his back, shamelessly groping his ass, and opening his hole. He's thinking about that fucking cock. He's thinking about--
Bucky doesn't want to think!
He wants to be ruined.
With an overwhelmed sob, Bucky collapses facefirst into his man's pillow and cums. Again. Crying out and jerking, soaking the bed.
The minute Steve gets home, he's demanding to be fucked within an inch of his life. Please. He'll get on his knees and beg. He'll break out the puppy-dog eyes and pout and beg. He'll offer to do whatever the hell, bendy painful (not hot, definitely, definitely. not. hot.) position his dog of a boyfriend wants. Anything. He neeeeeeeeds that dick.
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