#i love that man so fucking much but i always feel like i'm imposing on him big time
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Cat and Mouse — König x Reader
CW: porn with barely any plot, primal play, hunter and prey, rough sex, previous consent, established relationships, anal fingering, König is too in love to fuck you hard, love-making.
A/N: I'm taking a very short break after this one, trying to work on my writer's block and to come up with better ideas. My inbox and dms are always open, I love getting random asks and talking to all of you!♡
The wind blew on your hair as you ran through the woods, barely managing to narrowly miss the trees when you turn back, the giant man chasing after you standing out easily— his imposing figure looking even more intimidating under the moonlight.
His cocky laugh encourages you to run faster, your heart beating in your ears when you hear him start chasing after you again, legs already exhausted from running nonstop for the past ten minutes, never once losing sight of the masked man matter how fast you ran. He was simply faster, with a better stamina that came from being a soldier most of his life. You gasp for air, lungs greedily taking in the oxygen as the world starts to blur out, the muffled sounds of nature around you doing nothing to help as you manage to find the strength to run.
"Get over here!" His loud voice overpowered your surroundings, burly arms wrapping around your waist before manhandling you onto the ground, holding you still no matter how much you tried to kick and scream.
In a pathetic attempt to escape him you throw a punch to his face that connects square on his jaw, the man's grip on you loosening slightly out of shock. You take the chance to try to run away again, barely managing to get on your knees before he's pushing your face down onto the cold, moist soil, the strong smell nulling your senses so bad you don't feel him pulling down your pants until the cold wind hits your bare cunt.
"Caught you, kleine maus." He taunts in a whisper, running one of his gloved fingers up and down your cunt, spreading the wetness all over it before he wets his thumb, pressing onto your puckered hole.
"Wait—" His hand comes down to deliver a hard slap to your ass, the whine of protest you let out doing nothing but make the blood rush faster to his cock. He manages to get his thumb in, fucking it in and out of your ass. You bite your hand in an attempt to muffle your tiny moans, the stimulation of all the nerves being touched by his thick thumb already getting to you, feeling your wet cunt clench around nothing, making the tall man behind you let out an amused, taunting laugh.
"Little mouse likes getting chased around like an animal, ja?" He's clearly trying to get into your head and it's working, not even protesting when you hear his zipper being pulled down, his heavy cock laid out on your ass. König is huge— you've seen it way too many times, felt it way too many times, yet it never fails to surprise you.
"Well, spatzi, you act like an animal—" His words are interrupted by a muffled groan, his cock sinking into you slowly, yet it's so painfully tight he never got used to it. He groaned as he finally bottomed out, a sharp hiss mixing in with your moaning.
"You get treated like one." He finished his sentence, his free hand holding onto the curve of your waist, fingers bruising the skin as he began to thrust into you, movements fast and desperate, your warm insides feeling way too good.
"Fuck— slow down, König." You plead pathetically even when that's the opposite of what you truly want, feeling the tip of his cock slam into the spongy spot of your cunt over and over, whiny moans mixing in with his loud groans and growls.
"No can do, Schatz." You can hear the shit-eating smirk he has under the sniper hood, almost making you smile before he starts to slam his hips into you faster, pulling his cock out all the way before slamming himself back in. You're reduced to a pathetic moaning mess as König drills into your cunt, hitting every single sensitive bundle of nerves along the way to hit your cervix.
He pulls out suddenly, making you feel empty for a second before he manhandles you onto your back, taking a second to admire your pretty, fucked-out face and body. One of his warm hands comes down to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the skin softly before he slowly pushes into you, this time much more gentle. Truth is, König wanted to fuck you. He wanted to fuck you good and hard, yet how can he resist the urge to make love to you when you look up at him with nothing but trust and adoration in your eyes?
"Pretty girl." He muses, holding his weight above you as his hips roll against yours, pushing himself deep inside with every single thrust. He's nothing like before— all the adrenaline from chasing you down fully gone as he simply focuses on making love to you, light blue eyes looking down at you with nothing short of raw devotion. Your legs wrap around his defined waist and he fucks into you harder, one of his gloved hands coming down between your bodies to rub on your hard clit.
"Fuck—" Your back arches, hips moving weakly to meet his thrusts, the double stimulation driving you closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, my pretty girl." His masked lips are planted on your forehead for a soft kiss, his fingers rubbing faster and faster as he feels his cock twitch, wanting nothing else than to finish inside you.
"Can I come inside, liebling? Want me to fill you up...?" His masked face is buried into the crook of your neck, eyes closed tightly as he tried his best to get your consent before cumming.
"Need— need to cum inside. Fill you up with my babies, please." He was now getting whiny, images of your tummy stretched out carrying his baby with your tits full of milk raid his brain, numbing him out to everything around him other than the way your tight cunt suck him in.
"Yes— cum inside, baby." Your arms wrap around his neck while your thighs hold him on a leg lock, pushing him even deeper into your cunt, not allowing his stuttering hips to pull out much as he ruts into you, his fingers going back to rub your clit, your bodies uniting as one in a display of love and passion, orgasms hitting together like a tidal wave. Your cunt tightens up around him, his balls emptying all the way deep inside you, a low growl coming out of his lips.
He tries his best not to collapse on top of you, managing to pull out slowly and lay down next to you, pulling you closer to him. He takes deep breaths, his big hand gently massaging your scalp before looking down at you, meeting your gaze. You can't see it because of the mask, yet the way his eyes soften and turn into crescents is enough for you to know he's smiling.
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CROSSING THE LINE — afab!reader x mingyu.
pairing: afab!reader x mingyu.
genre: smut.
summary: you've cheated on your boyfriend and you're going to pay the consequences.
warnings: cheating, punishment by sex (consensual), unprotected sex, pet names, degradation, rough sex, domination, big dick!mingyu, breast and nipple play, chocking, biting, breeding kink.
words: 1.7k
You've been a bad girl and you know it.
How are you going to face your boyfriend now that he's found out you've been cheating on him? And it was your booty call who taunted him by telling him everything. All the juicy details that go with it. Oh yeah, it made him mad, Mingyu. Mad with rage, and maybe mad about something else.
You're sitting at the kitchen table, tapping away on your phone like crazy, trying to calm your man's ardor, but you know he'll be home any minute. You're scared because you know that an angry Mingyu is unforgiving. You jump as you hear the front door slam.
Crap.
"Mingyu...?" You go, not sure if it's still a human who's crossed the threshold. And you're right, because the way he glares at you tells you that words won't help you today.
Pity.
"Yo baby. Hope you had a good time?"
"It's... it's not what you think."
"It's perfectly what I think."
He swings a bag of groceries across the table, it makes a thunderous noise that makes you jump back in your chair. You've really pissed him off. You bad girl...
"I'll explain everything..."
"There's no need. I've already been told everything. Was it fun, being fucked on the printer? You liked it? God, you even screamed his name."
"Honey... I didn't... I didn't mean to..."
The truth is, you wanted to. You wanted it so badly, you couldn't resist. You wouldn't even have been able to resist a cock that big, because that's what you are: a bitch who doesn't assume she likes cock.
"Are you that desperate for cock?"
"Gyu..."
He steps forward dangerously, crossing the meager distance that still separated you from him.
His grip collides with your throat, rocking your body backwards. The table smashes into your back. You don't have the time to fight back, or even the strength. Everyone knows that your guy's not only got power in his pelvis, but above all in his arms. It's not for nothing that this godlike body was sculpted at the gym.
He leans in. Glides up to your ear.
"I'm going to have to remind you who owns you."
"G-Gyu... I... My love..."
"Spread your thighs."
He clearly imposes himself, forcing your little legs open to let him settle in their center. His pelvis crashes into your crotch and the weight falling against your Venus mound causes you to let out a squeak.
Fuck. You're so going to get fucked.
"Gyu, I... I'm not going to know how to take you..."
You're not used to his big cock after the one you took on the printer. The guy was well-endowed, but never as well-endowed as your guy. Fucking angry dick.
He rubs against you like an animal in heat. You feel the muscles in his chest pushing up to your tits. As he always commands, you're not wearing a bra. It's your nipples that graze directly against the fabric.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby. You won't be able to walk, you won't be able to go back to that asshole."
So this is the punishment that awaits you.
"Gyu please... Don't... don't hurt me too much..."
But you're used to his excess. It always leaves its mark. The one you desire as much as you fear is finally released, belt off and boxers down.
His huge dick emerges, already large and well veined. It wobbles in the open air, before colliding with your belly. A white pearl fails on it, and it's not long before he's peeling your pants down to your knees, then ripping off those lace lingerie that no longer protect anything.
His ragged breathing echoes in the hollow of your neck. He bites, licks, rubs himself like a rutting beast. Then he moves up, forcing a kiss that you don't resist, moaning at the touch of his warm, full lips.
God, you missed the taste of him.
"You're such a little slut, aren't you..."
"Your very own slut..."
"I'm going to fill you to the brim."
"Oh baby... Give me your cock... Your cum... Make... Make me a child..."
The request makes him grunt as he grips, presses his huge glans against your tiny entrance. You fear the tear and arch your back as you feel him thrust into you without any gentleness. Without any protection. Your man has always been like that, loving to ride bareback, without any preparation, feeling you deep inside, and release a big load of his cum without the slightest restraint. He's marking his territory, after all. Take back what's rightfully his. And your pussy's part of it.
"Hmmmm. Fuck..." he rumbles as he go deeper inside. You're so tight, it's hard for his thick centimetres to get through. God, you've always wonder if this excessive size was normal.
"The cock that fucked you must have been tiny. I'm still having such a hard time getting through." He's amused by the observation.
"M-Mingyu... Aaah... Your... Your dick... is so big...! Han...!" Because it is. And it's eating you from the inside out. He pushes, his veins disappear, swallowed by your already wet pussy. You're soaking wet like a slut.
Higher up, his thick palms have lifted your top. Kneading your bare breasts. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, wringing moans from you like a horny bitch in need.
"Honey...! You... you know how sensitive I am about nipples..."
"Shut up."
He reaches down to catch them between his lips. Eating your breasts like a hungry beast. His tongue wraps around your nipples. He sucks every last drop of milk out of you. Your big baby is thirsty and he's letting you know it. But in the end, it's him who will pour his milk into you.
Screwed up to the hilt, his back straightens as he rumbles his well-being. "Damn, you're so tight..." His pelvis starts a movement that makes you scream. You wrap your knees around his powerful hips, your arms knotted behind his neck. And you hold on. You hold on because his swell will eventually tip you backwards.
"Gyuuu... Haaan!" His big dick pushes you back, you feel his glans tap into the bottom, throbbing against your burning flesh. You'd fucking forgotten about this incredible sensation. You'd missed your man's big cock so much. "Haaaaan! M-Mingyu... You... You make me so crazy for you!" Your flesh closes around his cock, you know you won't last long before being on cloud nine. He growls like an animal, biting the skin of your neck, grabbing your breasts as the muscles in his back dig in as he fucks you on the kitchen table.
"You've been such a bad girl... I'm gonna... fucking kill him... Yeah, kill him... No one will touches you ever again..."
"I'm so sorry my love, I... I've been a naughty girl, I... I deserve to be punished."
The shopping bag ends up on the floor. And you too would end up on the floor if his cock wasn't lodged deep in your hot cunt. You wet around his cock, it drips out of your little maternal nest, before dripping onto his balls. They slap hard against your pubic bone. You don't know how many liters these hot balls will pour into you, but you know in advance that you won't be able to take it all.
"Did he fuck you good? Was his cock as big as mine? As good? Answer, bitch!"
"No, no! It... It had nothing to do... He... He could never have been your equal, my baby... There's nothing better than your penis... Nothing at all..."
"You're such a fucking bitch, don't you. Swallow my cock."
He reminds you that this pussy of yours belongs to him. That only him can enter it at will.
You feel yourself losing your footing. See trouble. Your breasts are being manhandled, tossed back and forth under his onslaught. You look like a cheap whore being vulgarly fucked on a piece of wood, but that's what you deserve for letting someone else climb on top of you. Bad bitch.
His tip taps the bottom of your pussy. You feel it throbbing, a sign that the sauce is coming. You know your Mingyu's cock well. Every vein, the way his dick wiggles as if communicating with you. You love him. Fuck yes, you love him.
"My love... Cum inside... Fill me up..."
"I'm going to make your belly swell."
His grip comes up to squeeze your throat, momentarily depriving you of air as your loins deepen, welcoming a little more of his angry excess. His full balls slam against your rump and, finally, all his muscles tense. You hear him roar, digging his claws into your skin as something boiling pours into you. A flood gushes out, hot and thick, filling your feminine cocoon with a big amount of sperm. Invaded by your man's semen, you cum in turn, struck brutally by orgasm as your neck tilts back. And you scream like a slut, tits and nipples raised to the ceiling, pussy overflowing.
You can't take it anymore. You've been ploughing his back like a madwoman. And he's still unloading on you. Fuck, his bags have no bottom.
"Gyu..." You catch your man, whose silhouette crashes against you, onto your devoured breasts. He butchered them well. "Baby... It's so good to have you..." You whisper, as he stays lodged inside you. You feel his penis gradually deflate. Clogging the entrance to your vagina, preventing his sperm from escaping. He'll wait like this, until you're pregnant with him. As you begged.
"Your beautiful cock... worked well."
"I'll always be there to remind you who's the only one who can fuck you."
#mingyu smut#svt smut#mingyu x reader#seventeen smut#svt#kim mingyu#mingyu#smut#mingyu imagines#mingyu fic#mingyu scenarios
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Dream is depressed and self destructive, so he often goes out to clubs and bars and ends up going home with shitty guys who are mean and rough and don’t treat him well.
Then one night, he makes the “mistake” of going home with Hob. And Hob keeps kissing him, and asking him how he likes to be touched and insisting on a safeword? Aftercare?? What’s that???
Hob’s big heart is immediately smitten like “oh no I need to protect this abused stray cat man”. So he makes sure that no matter how baffled Dream is by the whole experience he still has an amazing time (he actually feels better than when he hooks up with shitty guys?? Weird) so it’s easy to convince him they should meet up again.
So they do and it’s always good for both of them, and then suddenly Dream is staying the night and Hob is making him breakfast, and they’re meeting for dinner before having sex and holding hands when they walk home and Dream stops flinching when Hob comes up to wrap his arms around him from behind and he’s making Hob’s tea the way he knows he likes it when Hob has a bad day and oh my God, is he in a healthy loving relationship??
Hob just smiles and kisses his forehead.
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OH YES PLEASE. Trick Dream into having a nice soft relationship pls <333
I'm just imagining Dream sitting down with Death and he's like "my sister. I find myself confused. Am I. In a relationship with Hob? Are we blissfully happy together? Or am i merely imposing my own wants and desires onto my friendship with Hob? Does he, in fact, like me????" And Death is just gaping like "oh my god Dream yes he is in love with you YES you're in a relationship, I wouldn't be surprised if he proposes soon!!!! You're so fucking stupid!!!!!!"
And Dream goes home and points at Hob accusingly. "You. You are in love with me!"
And Hob doesn't laugh, although he wants to. He just pulls Dream in for a cuddle and kiss and takes him off to have a bubble bath until he's calmed down from feeling overwhelmed. Dream never used to let himself have bubble baths, or hugs. Hob is very good to him.
After the bath and more cuddles and a little walk around the block just to get some air, Hob tucks Dream into his lap. And Dream looks up, maybe laughing a bit.
"I think I would like to stay forever." He says. And Hob squeezes him tight.
"I was so hoping you would. Let's get a takeaway, love. And then I'll suck your cock and we'll go to bed."
and suddenly Dream doesn't want to destroy himself half as much as he used to <3
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Am I the only one who sees Jack, Joseph, Jean, Bo, Nick and Shaun and immediately thinks
MANHANDLE ME DADDY
I am but a wee barely 5ft 4in fem with a thing for size differences it seems hehe
Any headcanons for these guys with a short, smaller s/o?
Listen I'm average height for a man but I have a massive size kink in both directions so fuck yeah~
Content: Size kink, belly bulge, fingering, finger sucking, physical restraint, oral, throat bulge, handjob, cock worship, spanking, bruises
Jack:
Ooooh this man is built like a fucking brick house. He knows he's big and he does use it to his advantage
You're just so little and cute, of course he's gonna take advantage of that! Not in a mean way, of course. You're his best friend, he'd never be mean to you!
But he might just conveniently pin you up against the counter while he grabs something from a high shelf for you~
And he'll casually bring up the size difference all the time
He'll talk about how small and cute you are, he'll pick you up if you let him just to show off how easily he can, he'll place your hand in his to show off how much bigger his are
And oh those hands. They're so big, so soft, and he can't get enough of seeing them inside of you~
He'll slip his fingers between your pretty lips, just to watch how they stretch around them
He'll finger you so slow, watching you take his thick fingers to prep you for his even thicker cock
And fuck his cock... when he finally gets you stretched enough to take it, you feel so full
You can see the outline of his cock through your stomach. He can see it too, and fuck is he staring, admiring the way your tummy bulges out as he fucks you~
He'll literally never get enough of the size difference between you
Joseph:
Joseph's always been a little self conscious of how big he is. He knows he can be imposing, intimidating. He doesn't want to scare people...
But when he sees you next to him? So small, having to crane your neck to look him in the eyes? Well... maybe being this tall isn't so bad
He's so gentle about it. He touches you like you're fragile. Like you might break if he's not careful enough
He doesn't mean anything by it! He's not trying to insult you, he's just big and clumsy and so worried he might hurt you
He also tries not to bring it up too much. He knows he's self conscious about his height sometimes, so he figures you might be too
But... sometimes he can't help himself. Sometimes he's towering over you, holding you in his arms, kissing your sweet lips... and he has to point it out
He lets go of his restraint, lets himself manhandle you the moment you show an interest in it. Lets himself pick you up and fuck you or press his whole weight on top of you while he pins you to the bed
He loves throwing his weight around in the bedroom, using his physical strength to move you where he wants and make you do what he wants without having to say a word
Using his hands to pin you is another favourite of his. One hand pinning both your wrists, holding your legs up, pressing against the small of your back
When you're under him, he loves how small you are. How he only needs to use a fraction of his strength to do whatever he wants to you
At the end of the day, you're just his precious little doll~
Jean:
Look, compared to some of the guys around him, he's not that big. He's not small or anything, but he stands next to Joseph every day, so he's got a bit of a Complex about his size.
He's still huge compared to you, though! It's a big ego boost for him, having someone so cute and small on his arm, making him look even bigger
And he's still big and strong enough to pull you in by the waist and dip you for a kiss~
He's also tall enough to hold things over his head and make you kiss him to get them back. He's an asshole about it, but a flirty asshole!
He just likes watching you reach up towards him, trying to get something from him, standing on the tips of your toes~
Sometimes, if you have time, he'll make you pay more than just a kiss to get things back. He'll put things up on high shelves and make you fuck him to get it back
He likes to watch you go down on him. Something about your little mouth wrapped around his huge cock is such a turn on
And the way your throat shows the outline of his cock when he fucks it? He loves to wrap his hand around your throat to feel it too...
He also loves it when you ride him, looking so cute and small as you bounce in his lap! Your tiny hands braced on his shoulders, nails digging in a little when you get a good angle
He's just so fascinated by how small you are, and how many ways he can fuck you that emphasise it~
You're his biggest ego boost and his biggest obsession!
Bo:
Oh we already know this big pup's got a size kink~ He doesn't stop talking about it
He loves how small and sweet you are! He spends a lot more time in his bigger form once he realises how small you look compared to it
He just wants to constantly hold you. Have you in his arms, on his lap, on his chest. Anything that keeps you close
He jumps at the chance to use his size to help you. Whether it's carrying things to show off his strength or reaching for things to show off his height
He always wants to hold your hands. They're so small and sweet and he feels a little feral every time he holds them
Speaking of your hands... The sight of them wrapped around his massive cock gets him hard in an instant
When you stroke his cock, barely able to fit your hands around the shaft, cute little tongue licking at the tip? It takes all his willpower not to fuck your throat then and there
His other favourite thing is watching you present yourself to him. Fingering your hole open for him, showing off how tight and small it is before he fucks you
He's another one who's really into the tummy bulge you get when his big cock is bullying your insides
He likes to stroke himself through it, and he's very vocal about it. His dirty talk is all centred around how small you are
You're his little pocket-sized dream~
Nick:
Just seeing you brings a smile to his face. Having to look down to see you, you're just so cute!
He's another one who'll hold things above his head for kisses, but if you pout he'll take pity on you and give it back without getting his kiss
He's just completely wrapped around your tiny little finger. He's such a simp for you regardless, but the size difference makes him extra obsessed with you
He likes to stroke your cheeks and cup your face, just seeing how small you are, how he can hold you in his hands, makes him melt
He does like to verbally tease you about it though~ He thinks it's fun to watch you huff and pout as he makes fun of how tiny you are!
He loves to tease. He loves to run his hands all over your body, admire how little everything is compared to him, taunt you a little about how easy it makes you to use~
His favourite thing is when you cling to him while he fucks you. Just feeling your arms around him, your body pressed so tight to his
He can't help but fuck you harder when you're in his arms like that, so small and needy and ready for him to use
He loves watching you worship his cock. On your knees, licking and sucking it, hands stroking him. You're so small, worshipping him like a god, he loves how powerful it makes him feel
He loves to cum over your hands while you give him a handjob. Something about seeing your pretty little fingers dripping with his cum is perfect
He just loves how little you are, and how easy it is to play with you!
Shaun:
He loves to tease you about it! He's a lil shit about it tbh, calling you shortass and joking about how you're closer to satan
But he's also helpful, of course. If you need anything from up high or need someone strong to carry things for you, he's more than happy to do it
He would like a kiss on the cheek as a reward though. He enjoys leaning down for it, and the feeling of your cute little lips on his skin
He likes to sit you in his lap when you're cuddling. The way your body slots so easily against his makes him happy
He's another one who loves to compare hand sizes. His are so big and warm, and yours are so small and soft...
He loves using his hands on you too, spanking you especially! The way your ass feels under his hand, how big the mark is afterwards...
He also loves to grab your hips, he loves the way his fingers sink in, and the pretty bruises he can leave behind
He just wants to mark you up in every possible way, especially ways that show people just how big your boyfriend is compared to you
He loves using his grip on you to move you as well. Especially when you're riding him, he'll grab your hips and move you up and down in his lap
Belly bulge, throat bulge, any sign of his cock inside of you drives him wild with the need to fill you~
He can't help but want to show off that you're his
#swwsdj#something's wrong with sunny day jack#dachabo#sdj jack#sdj joseph#sdj jean#sdj nick#sdj shaun#sunny day jack x reader#joseph haberdae x reader#jean laurent x reader#bo x reader#nick herraras x reader#shaun durand cofer x reader#gn!reader#sdj headcanons#dachabo headcanons#18+ only#sunshine
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can you do Oliva hc and smut pls, i read your valentine post about him and i'm just a smiling mess because of it
Waaaaaaaaaah TYSM darling!!! I love Biscuit!!! ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ ) Top tier man and one of my favorite Baki boys!!! I have a few fics in mind for him, but here’s just some cute little stuff in the meantime!
WARNINGS: Mentions of sexy stuff under the cut, so 18+ only, but the rest is pretty tame.
Biscuit was SUPER nervous to meet your family/friends for the first time. He holds you in such high regard that he was terrified of the impression he would make on your loved ones. He’s a nice, charming, wealthy gentleman-but none of that changes that fact that he’s a convict, and he was deeply concerned that those close to you would not accept him as your partner for that reason alone. He plans to be by your side till your dying day, so he wants the people most important to you to understand how strong his love is and realize he is not a threat, but a protective force.
I know this is not everyone’s cup of tea, but I really love the idea of a poly relationship with you, Biscuit, and Maria. If Maria is still in the picture, I imagine Biscuit has a very hard time staying away when it’s just the two of you hanging out. Though he’s happy neither of you are alone, he wants to be a part of what you are doing SO BAD it nearly drives him mad. The two of you could literally just be hanging out watching TV and he’ll be hitting up your phones nonstop asking what you guys are up to, talking about how much he wishes he were with you, sending pouty face selfies waxing poetic about how much he misses his beautiful loves. You and Maria definitely gang up to tease him, replying with suggestive texts or hinting at saucy interactions (even if literally nothing is going on) to rile him up. It’s all in good fun, but you do make sure to give him plenty of love and attention as soon as he comes back to you.
Even with how big he is, he loves being the little spoon. It doesn’t matter how much smaller than him you may be, he melts when you hold him in your arms. He’s not a religious man, but he can believe there is a heaven when he’s drowning in your embrace, because he’s found it in your hold. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡
Biscuit is not one to argue with you, and usually concedes to spats or disagreements with you pretty quickly. In the rare instances where he does need to put his foot down, he feels so guilty about it afterwards that he lavishes you with so much affection and so many treats that he ends up negating any stern punishment he had previously tried to impose upon you.
He gets really grumpy when other men flirt with you. He knows you are beautiful, charming, funny, and smart, so it’s only natural you will catch other people’s eye… but that doesn’t mean he has to like it or accept it. You are HIS and everyone needs to know and respect that. If he is around and sees someone eying you or chatting you up, he will get extremely handsy and overbearing to make said person back off. If they do not, there will be a problem. :)
On the flip side, if someone is rude or mean to you in any way he will outright beat their ass. They honestly may die. No one talks shit about his baby, and he’ll pummel their sorry ass until they realize just how bad they fucked up… And then beat them a little more, just for good measure. ₍꒢ ̣̮꒢₎
He loves going for long drives with you, especially when it’s on his motorcycle. There is nothing quite like tearing down the highway, wind whipping full speed, just you, him, and the open road ahead. He loves the feel of you r chest pressed flush against his broad back, loves it even more when he speeds up and you grip on even tighter. Sometimes he’ll even pull a surprise trick to get you to squeeze him even harder, but he’ll feel bad if he scares you too much. He always wants you to have just as much fun as he is.
He is definitely the kind of guy that always wants to be matching you, if not outright in the same outfit, then in corresponding fits. He will go out of his way to find out what you plan on wearing for the day, just so his outfit can complement yours. Even if you personally find that kind of thing embarrassing, he will make the saddest puppy eyes imaginable at you until you give in and dress up with him. He always takes pictures of your matching sets-they flood any social media he may have.
NSFW Headcanons under the cut!
He is EXTEMELY vocal in bed-You make him feel so fucking good that he just can’t help himself. Whether its moans, dirty talk, praise, screams of pleasure, he’s not shy about letting you know just how excited he is to be making love to you. He’s so loud other inmates can most definitely hear it, but no one has the balls to say anything to him about it (except for maybe one Jun Guevara who will give you massive shit about it should he ever happen upon you alone in the prison, laughing while doing so over what a pretty shade of red you are turning).
He has a huge praise kink, both giving and receiving. If you were to purr in his ear that he is a good boy he would probably cum right then and there, no further foreplay required. He loves showering you in compliments during the entirety of the love making, and he’ll dreamily relay to you how gorgeous you look stuffed with his cock, how pretty you sound whimpering in pleasure, how stunning you are in the afterglow. He’s so overcome with his attraction to you he could speak on it endlessly and still only scratch the surface of how you make him feel.
Whenever he has to travel, he’ll take mementos of you with him on his trip. Most of them are wholesome, but he always makes sure to bring one that no one else can know of. More often than not it’s a pair of used undergarments he pocketed, plucked off your body himself the last time you made love. He can’t have your body there with him in person, but he can at least have this small token with him to help him along when he’s feeling in the mood. He’d often call you to initiate a conversation, working himself up as the discussion grew increasingly raunchy, stroking himself against the soft silk of your panties until he spilled himself all over the delicate fabric. It wasn’t nearly as good as making love to you in person, but it would work in a pinch.
Biscuit loves to take his time with you in the bedroom, refusing to rush even if you are pressed for time. It’s maddening how slow he is, the languid ghosting of his hands over your body mixed with the leisurely kisses he plants over every inch of you is enough to drive you to the point of insanity. You beg for him to stop teasing you, pleading for him to pick up the pace and let you cum, but that only makes him go slower. It’s the only time he’s ever ‘mean’ to you, but he wants to drag your pleasure out as long as possible. He gets so lost in you that he wants the moment to drag on forever, and he’ll do all he can to elongate the process to try and make that a reality.
To Biscuit, you are royalty, and he will never treat you as anything but. Your pleasure always comes first to him, and he gets majorly embarrassed when he comes before you do. Poor guy, it’s just as torturous (if not more so) to be in his shoes when you two are fucking, and it takes all his strength to not be overtaken by the ardor he feels for you. Looking down on you as you are writhing in pleasure, your face contorted in lust, wantonly begging for his love… He deserves an award for how long he is able to hold back before he completely loses control.
#Biscuit just loves you so damn much IDK what else to even say#I hope you enjoyed and thank you for the ask!!!#baki scenarios#baki x y/n#baki x reader#biscuit oliva x reader#baki reader insert#baki the grappler x reader#baki the grappler#baki the grappler x y/n#biscuit olivia x y/n#biscuit olivia headcanons#answers#i am still getting through my inbox thank you all for your patience lol#mothwingswritings
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Hi, hello (,, ･∀･)ﾉ゛!! Just wanted to write and tell you what a joy your art is; it's absolutely gorgeous and always so lovely to see! ♡♡♡ Also, I was wondering if you have any favorite dickjay tropes or headcanons? Your dynamic of them in your art is always so appealing so I'm very 👀 !! about any thoughts you have (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧
Hi !!
thanks for this message, you're my favorite writer and let's face it, the only dickjay juicy source here ~ thank you for inspiring me daily ! and thanks for appreciate my art, it really means a lot to me 🙏 I do love drawing dickjay, especially soft/cuddling tropes, trying to catch an hidden romantic/sexual tension between the lines. I try my best lol
I'd say that my favorite tropes/headcanons are mainly based on the introspection into their dynamics and the misunderstanding! hate to lovers fits them so well ❤ come on, they do not 'hate' each other: Dick was an only son who finds himself to be the older brother and mentor of a little punk lol when his attraction to jaybin grows to such an extent that Dick feels like a deviant, a creep, he pushes Jay away and loses him definitely (at least he thinks that).
A good one is also Dick losing it over Jay from your #monstrous!dick grayson agenda // Self-control is a characteristic of Dick's character, getting his hands dirty for Jay, beating the shit out of Joker and challenging B's authority, must mean a lot.
Dick being a jealous, possessive shit! the urge to remind people he is the only one who can take care of Jay, the only one allowed to cuddle, kiss, fuck his little wing and Jay inexperienced (a virgin? maybe??) in dating, too focused on anger and revenge after returning as Red Hood to worry about sex, which was never his priority until he met Dick again, and memories and desires have resurfaced; from his huge crush on a young!Dick when baby!Jay saw him at the circus, to Dick as mentor to become Robin ❤❤❤
I refuse to think of bottom!dick, because Richard Grayson is the most experienced, cocky, sensual man Jason has ever dealt with. Jason just acts like it, flirting back with sarcasm without pushing himself too far: many are his insecurities, his desire to be loved presses as much as his fear to open up, which is why I can't imagine Jay randomly hooking up with strangers, especially women !! I like to think hookers as those who Jay occasionally chat with, to feel some 'motherly affection' he never had as a child. Yes, I am dramatic af.
I've many other tropes I love about dickjay, like age gap !! Jay is a baby ;w: and must be protected and pampered by proud daddy!Dick hu-hu and there's also something about Dick's perfectionism and the pressure to achieve those too-high-standards he set for himself to become 'the hero' that fascinates me! maybe his failed relationships are also due to his fear of being judged, seen as who he is, as a man who considers sexual chemistry too important in a relationship. But Jay is free from these imposed constraints, free to be and Dick admires him for this (and wants to be free, like with him huhu)
I went on a bit too long, maybe lol I'm not a good writer but I hope I was able to explain my intentions whenever I draw dickjay ❤
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I am still stuck in my cod-verse with Rory, so sorry everyone!
This week I've got a snippet from a much later chapter in "Evening of Score" which is Rory's POV of the first MW game, and this is a lead up to the interrogation with the Butcher in Russia (for reference). AKA proof of them both being assholes and thus more reason they ended up together. Rory knows he's a dick and still chooses to be with him, this is due to her shitty taste in men
warnings for mentions of: Price manipulation and intimidation tactics and general morally grey war criminal behavior, kidnapping mention, and a toxic dynamic of two people in love who are both kind of shit human beings, swearing, and smoking
“When were you going to tell me about the wife and child?” [Rory] mentioned the fact quietly, out of earshot, as she lit her cigarette, the dancing light of the flickering flame reflecting in her eyes as she stared at him. “Were you waiting until I couldn't back out? Was this another classic Captain Price manipulation tactic?”
He didn't move, didn't falter, not even for an instant. Arms crossed over his chest, jaw set tight, Price was a foreboding presence that seemed to tower over her. “You know we have to do things like this, Rory.” His voice was kept low, flat. No flares of emotion in his tone. This was John at his most terrifying, ruthless and uncompromising, expecting his soldiers to either fall in line and step up to follow his lead or prove themselves unable to keep pace.
“I'm aware.” She pinched the bridge of her nose as she took a drag of her cigarette. “Doesn't make me feel like any less of a fucking hypocrite though.”
“How – it's not your call, is it?”
“I can turn my conscience off for a lot, haven't quite gotten there with women and children yet, John.” She hid the mild tremor in her hand by slipping her lighter into her jacket pocket. “Not after the things I've seen,” she muttered under her breath.
His eyes glanced down to where her hand receded and she knew he had caught on, but he didn't show it, his stare more steely than usual as it cut through her frailty. “Don't have to explain the reasoning to you though, do I?” He tipped his head to the side, jaw lifting. Dominant and imposing. Challenge in his tone. That cold, unflinching stare from powder blue eyes that could twinkle with so much mischievous intent when they were in private.
“No.” Blunt. Direct. The way they spoke to each other when on a mission belied all the love they had for one another when free from the strict collar of rank and duty.
“That's a good girl.”
“Don't give me any of that patronizing bullshit right now,” she snarled, jutting her fingers that held the cigarette between them toward him, punctuating her words with a stabbing motion with her hand.
His eyes didn't narrow, there was no furrowing of his brow, he stayed still. There wasn’t even a clench of his jaw or a tic of the vein in his forehead. The stone mask was all he was presenting to anyone at the current moment. “You'll do it though, won't you?” He husked, holding her gaze captive, testing her limits.
“Yeah,” she said bitterly. “Always do. Wouldn't be the first interrogation you've had me take the lead on, now would it? Even if our methods differ.”
He chuckled darkly, the cold gleam of the merciless predator that resided inside him rose to the surface for just a split second. “Didn't pack the plastic or the brass knuckles this time, love.”
“Ha!” She responded, acerbic as always. Her gaze flickering over to the young sergeant Price had taken under his wing, before returning to the man before her. “You sure you want the Sergeant taking part? Might be a little green, don't you think?”
“He'll do fine.”
“As long as he does what you say…?” Her large hazel eyes lifted from the spot on the floor she was silently glaring at to look up at him. Normally warm and gleaming with life, her stare was now darkened by what was expected of her, the dark spots on her conscience visible in the depths. There were a lot of shitty things she’d been asked to do in her career, it made it worse coming from the man she shared a home and bed with.
Price nodded, not replying with words. There's always more to what he didn't say than the words that were spoken. His body language never conveyed much either when he was like this, the eyes hardly giving anything away. But there was the underlying threat of the fact that John knew he was a rarity in this world, the things he did weren’t always easily digestible by others’ standards, he carried skeletons in a closet that went deep into dark recesses, and with that came the fact that there was a heavy gravitational pull that emitted from him, one that drew others into his world and either tainted them with his way of thinking or they were spat out and deemed unwilling, too weak to enter his orbit. It was the worst part of him, and one she tried her best to ignore despite falling prey to it herself. Two years with a man like that had irrevocably changed her, she was the lamb to the slaughter no more.
“Right.” She tossed her cigarette to the floor, stomping her boot down on it, crushing it into the cement below. “Well, this ought to be interesting.”
“Sure you can handle it?” The little added push, pressing her buttons and playing the right notes to get her to fall into step with him in this monstrous dance.
She snapped back to looking at him, her glare easily conveyed how much she wished he’d piss off right about now. “Do you have any reason to doubt?” Rory had no fear of offering her own challenge towards him, she was one of the few who ever would.
He turned his head a little as if to shake it, his lips pursing slightly. “Never.” Reaching up, his calloused fingers wrapped in leather gloves brushed the wisps of smoke curling around her face away, and he gently tugged on the strand of hair clinging to her cheek, pushing it behind her ear. “Impossible to doubt ya, my girl.”
“Fucking hell,” Rory scoffed. “You are such a piece of work sometimes.” Shaking her head and shoving her hands into her jacket pockets, her eyes lifted to the ceiling with a heavy sigh. “Lead me to him, John.”
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Deimos x shy reader
Good morning
Requested on Wattpad
Summary: Idk this is just really bad
Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive
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It was early morning...probably. The Sun is fucking dead so there's not really any way of knowing aside from one's own sleep schedule and hoping the clocks are still telling the truth.
Anyways, according to the clock on the nightstand it was 6:27AM and 15 seconds.
And somehow, despite his fucked up sleep schedule, falling asleep and waking 4 hours after a normal person at LEAST, Deimos was fully awake.
But it's not like he could do anything anyway because his lover just so happened to still be slumbering in his arms as we speak, which meant the cat-on-lap law applied and he could. Not. Move. A millimeter.
Anywho, like most of us Deimos is dumb and can't stay still for more than 5 minutes so of course you eventually woke up from all the rustling of the bed.
"...Love...?" Welp, time to feel bad
"Uh, hey, Honeypie. Sorry for waking you up."
"No, no, it's okay. What time is it anyway?" They asked, but not before noticing the petname.
"Uuh...6:35AM and twenty- no twenty-seven seconds."
Visibly, the love of his life was shocked.
"6:35AM and 27 seconds? And you're awake?"
"What? Shawty gonna get fussy 'bout it?" He cooed at them while squishing their cheeks.
"No I'm not. And- also- stop that!" Despite the angry tone they were giggling"
"You want me to grab your other cheeks?" And now they were blushing
"Hehehe, look at you getting all red!" The smoker-man laughed out loud, to which his 'shawty' just snuggled in his chest for warmth and because they couldn't think of an answer.
And then they layed in the bed for a few minutes. Before Deimos opened his mouth once again:
"Maybe the reason I woke up so early is because our little 'show' last night knocked me out cold."
"Stop that!" They yapped, but thet couldn't stay mad anyway because of this stupid man's strained-ass laugh.
"You're lucky I'm bad at imposing myself!" They joked. Visibly they also found the situation humorous.
"Aww, don't say that darling! You can do whatever you want, it's not like anyone cares anymore!"
"...Thanks."
"Y'know what? Go on, say something you'd be too self-concious to say normally!"
"..."
"..."
"The only thing that would be knocked out from last night would be your throat with how much you screa-"
"Ok that's enough."
Despite the rude interruption, they smiled. Because everyone knew deep down, despite the light-hearted bantering, the couple would always be there for eachother. Whether that be through self-esteem issues or amputated limbs.
Everyone also knew Deimos was loud as fuck in-
#mc deimos x reader#madness combat x reader#madcom x reader#madcom deimos x reader#deimos x reader#madness combat Deimos#mc deimos#madcom deimos
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have to explode about this somewhere or i simply will not make it
i am so fucking mad at my mom. i realize in isolation everything happening recently is totally innocuous and normal, it's just like. in context that it hurts.
i hate that she's sick with Probably Covid and asking me for a bunch of extra favors. i had to wash her a cup for water because she didn't feel good the other day, yesterday i had to do her laundry, today i had to cook for her. if this were like, between anybody else it would be fine. it's just like. agh
i feel so angry that she wants me to take care of her and i've ALWAYS taken care of her and i always feel like she just does not give a fuck about my most basic needs beyond "well, lestat's not dead!". it makes me feel ungrateful because i know she does nice stuff for me sometimes too, it's just like, it hurts when i always hide when i'm upset and barely ask her for anything even when i'm in such bad physical pain that i can't function. like most of the time if i'm too unwell to make something to eat i just go without food. i don't like asking her for things and i always feel like there's a limit to how often i can ask for her help, and that i have to be careful to mostly be a kind of pleasant background decoration that never imposes on her.
i always had to be her mom, ever since i was a kid. even when i was little she wasn't consistent and would berate me or get angry with me for just, like, being a kid and wanting or needing stuff. meanwhile i've always been like her little stuffed animal to talk to when she's sad. she always acted like she loves me so much and we're so close but mostly like i'm a possession of hers. i just like. i dont know. im so hung up on when she was drinking and high on coke and she said to me like, "oh id much rather just have a roommates relationship with you instead of being like mother and son." explains much about like, my Entire fucking childhood!
and then she takes credit for how i've turned out as if she raised me, like, i feel like not only did i raise myself but i'm raising her half the time trying to explain basic things about emotional regulation and hereditary mental issues and shit, being the first person she comes to for everything, always having to calm her down or support her when she's venting when i KNOW i can't rely on her in the same way or tell her any of the really challenging issues i have, like just. it's not fair. it's so tiring. materially i am very grateful that she is willing to let me stay with her and that she understands i'm disabled and can't work right now and tries to still help me live a comfortable life (and, cynically, i feel that she's kind of okay with me being in this kind of bad position as long as i don't leave), i know i'm lucky to have food and shelter and things like that.
i just like. man i don't know. i feel like i've been holding this back for days because i just fucking feel like it's so unfair that whenever mom feels bad i'm Favors Boy and i can be expected to do anything for her that she wants, but when i feel bad it's like, locking myself in the bathroom trying to cry quietly enough that she won't notice to clean off blood after cutting, or holing up in my room with a migraine and having to drag myself out of bed to use my Very Little Energy to make myself coffee or get water and then not being able to eat because im too tired to make myself anything substantial and god forbid i ask her, and then after i have my bad episode she's like Hey so i know you have a bad leg and stairs make it worse but i dont like taking out the trash so can that still be your job. it's not like the front steps are even THAT bad it's just like, ok, im so glad you thought about my limp. of course she wouldnt though it's literally her fault my leg is so fucked up and when i went to the hospital for it way back when and it didn't turn out to be a broken bone she was all like haha i told you so! and then laughed at me when i tripped and fell on my crutches coming home. she just does not give a fuck. but ohhhh lestat would you mind feeding me like a baby bird.....your poor old mother is so sick and feeble.....
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the incident:Cupcake!
-HON! I'M HOME!- The clean and fresh air of our rose-scented apartment was quickly overshadowed by the stinky musk that emanated from my boyfriend Kamnan's hairy armpits. With his huge feet, he entered the apartment while removing his sweat t-shirt AND his huge, dirt-filled sneakers further adding to the stench throughout the apartment.
Without saying a single word I started to pick up all the shit that he left around the apartment walking behind him and inhaling the stinking stench that he left behind like a fucking servant, we had already argued about it actually, we had had several fights lately since …the incident. For me, it was easier to stay quiet and ignore all the changes in the personality of Kamna, or Kam… as he called himself now instead of unleashing a long fight that would end up ruining my week.
We don't know why or how it was that a madman stole several tanks of experimental gas from the SwapCorp company and released the gas cloud in the city's subway, just when my boyfriend was coming back from work.
The entire city was on high alert but neither the Government nor Swapcorp could catch the culprit, much less return everyone to his original bodies. Kamnan was quarantined for a week before being able to return home like countless other gas-stricken citizens living trapped in some stranger's body, she could only speak to him on the phone, her once shrill feminine voice. now it was incredibly powerful and masculine.
When I saw Kamna for the first time in his new body I could not believe that the adorable and delicate boy with whom I shared my life was now inside that enormous gorilla of almost 2 meters and smelly, I knew that it would be different but I never imagined that I would end up in the hot body of a 20-year-old bodybuilder. As soon as he saw me he ran towards me to hug me taking huge steps with his long hairy legs, he wrapped his long muscular arms around me and squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe - cupcake! I've missed you so much!-his voice was much more imposing and masculine in person.
I forced a smile on my face immersed in my boyfriend's huge pecs that I could only achieve after trying to remember the 3 years of theater that he studied in high school so as not to make Kamna feel bad about his new body. Perhaps it's a bit ironic that Kamnan will end up in the body of a sweaty, masculine gym rat before he became one he used to hate such disgusting men...
-By the way, some “brothers” from the gym will come at night to watch the game and we're going to make a lot of noise tonight! could you go to the store and buy some light beer? for me and 6 other people?, thank you cupcake you are the best- He didn't let me say a single word before throwing his sweatpants and his dirty and wet underwear in my face.
Before he locked himself in the bathroom for 2 hours for a long beauty routine he winked at me, smiled, and flexed his amazing body for me completely naked, his entire body was incredibly muscular, it was the body of a much younger stud than I was and extremely attractive today, had he shaved his chest this morning, maybe he would have some bodybuilding competition soon or be that today?
we used to have a lot of interests in common but now the only thing we share is the bed! but now he is with his new friends all the time. Sometimes I wonder why I'm still with… Kam is no longer the sensitive and mature man I fell in love with… damn, who am I kidding? Of course, I know why I'm still with Kam.
Since he's in the body of some guy coming home from a killer workout routine we can't stop fucking, he's so hot, young, and "hung" that every time we're in bed it's like he's an animal in heat, it's the best sex I've had in years! Of course, Kamna's original body it was great but he was always so shy and weak that I used to do all the work.
Before he splits my ass in 2 with his huge cock, he lets me worship his huge musky biceps and kiss his firm pecs as he browns himself and poses in the huge full-length mirror he bought with his first personal trainer salary.
I know that the gas attack in the subway is something that most remember as a disgrace on a national level and I try to get everything back to normal between us 2 As I promised Kamnan when I saw him in his new body but I fucking love it to the new “Kam”!
Versión en idioma español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13NTL1sc1K98xOEa_qRIKKKLhXsmrFVK859JkNBJrkd4/edit
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'34! The Les Misérables adaptation which asks "What if these characters talked straightforwardly to each other?" Quick top notes on part III only:
I felt catharsis from all the other version of these goddamn characters while watching Cosette and Valjean openly discuss Marius and the barricades. The dynamic here is believable and well balanced: Cosette is angry and afraid and a little hurtful with it, but still seeking comfort from her father (and comes across very much sixteen—as one might imagine, given Josseline Gaël was herself only seventeen); meanwhile, Valjean looks a little helpless (I am reminded of the novel dwelling on how unprepared life left him to raise a daughter) and very pained. Valjean hurts his own feelings asking Cosette if she loves Marius above all else, which gets the predictable answer that anyone would understand does not actually mean she wants to abandon her papa utterly, but which you can clearly see him interpreting as precisely that. All in all, this portrayal makes them much more normal, particularly Cosette, while still retaining the kernel of Valjean's profoundly damaged understanding of his role in Cosette's life. Not shoddy work for ten or so minutes of film.
Harry Bauer's strange hand flaps when he protests "I have my own reasons for emigrating!"—why are you being so relatable, sir?
Is Harry Bauer a fucking beast or did they use wires to help support Jean Servais' weight? Bauer tippy-taps his way around the streets and sewers as if he's not fifty-and-change with a grown-ass man sprawled over his back. You get a sense throughout '34 of Valjean's strength and imposing physicality even though Bauer is on the surface kind of dumpy looking, which I found impressive.
I am also impressed by the intensity of Bauer's "fuck this!" expression during the shit quicksand sequence. Later, he will refer to a "wound"—I never actually saw him acquire such a thing (probably due to Criterion's glitchy playback), so I'm left to think he's referring to the psychological/emotional damage of this moment.
Harry Bauer gives Marius a little pat after dragging him through the sewer, which for me echoes Gabrio, and just as in '25 I find the gesture very sweet and gentle. Bauer is a somewhat cantankerous Valjean—very growly—and moments like this balance him out.
Javert also picked up clear communication skills in this adaptation and writes a straightforward suicide note to his superiors, who proceed to cross his name out of a big book?? I laughed, I'm sorry, why is there always an element of comedy to these suicides?
Further catharsis: Valjean's attempt to gaslight and push away Cosette is strangled by a combination of Marius' equanimous reaction to his confession and his own inability to reject Cosette's need for comfort. I prefer the book—I'm here for the emotional agony that is this idiot character's idiot self-martyring—but I am nonetheless here for '34 going "that will take too long (and is too fucking sad)".
The final lines are giving me fits (bad). Namely: "God is just. It is man who sometimes is unjust." I might be going off harebrained on this, but it seems to me that Les Misérables is (among other things) about change, and this is a statement that proposes a kind of stasis, a things-always-are-thus. It isn't even particularly meaningful or thematically pertinent in the context of '34 taken as its own work. It's particularly galling me because I imagine it is riffing poorly off Valjean's "Parce que les choses déplaisent [...] ce n'est pas une raison pour être injuste envers Dieu"—which is a very clever line, meaning something entirely different, and doesn't deserve this treatment.
Irrelevant to Les Mis as such but occasionally a certain camera angle on Jean Servais' face would remind me how gay I am, while other times he has fuckboy vibes?
Overall: a solid film, not quite on par for me with '25, but I'll doubtless rewatch. In particular I appreciate that it deviates from the source material in ways that are consistent and meaningful (though I will say—god, does this movie ever have its silly moments; I forgive/applaud it for them).
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Two Plus Two
This is for my GF @femjaskierinreallife
We're sitting in a cozy pub in Edinborough. Vacation with you so far seems like paradise. I could not be happier.
The waitress brings us the nacho's we ordered and you are people watching. I smile at the waitress and lean against you. "What you looking at?" I cooe.
"That guy at the bar looks like Gerard Butler." You whisper. I try to be subtle about looking over at the guy at the bar, clad in a shirt of some band or the other and a fucking kilt.
He's looking our way, though and his eyes meet mine. I quickly look away, but do not miss him nudging the man beside him. "Omg, he is pointing us out." You squeak in my ear.
"Oh and his friend is hot."
I look again. And Gods, you are right. His friend is fucking glorious. "One for thee and one for me." I whisper.
My gaze meet the hot friend's and he grins lopsidedly. I flush darkly. You giggle in my ear.
"Should we?" You ask. "I mean .. if they game." I whisper. I can't help but giggle wildly along with you. My heart is racing about a million miles per hour.
My hand finds your thigh and I give you a squeeze.
"I can lure them in." You whisper. "You make it sound like they are animals." I titter. "Well, maybe they will be." You lean in, pecking my neck.
I notice that while you do this, you keep eye contact with the man that looks so awfully much like Gerry Butler. I can't help a little moan.
The man's friend looks at us, too.
"We got their attention." You murmur, nipping my ear. A genuine moan passes from my lips. Both men look at me now. My fluster darkens again.
They come over and take two chairs from the neighbouring table. The Gerry Butler lookalike sits his wrong side front.
His friend, taller, more imposing, keeps a bit off to the side.
"Are the lovely ladies vacationing here, or new in town." The Scotsman asks. His voice sounds suspiciously much like Gerard Butler indeed.
I can feel you grin against my neck. "We are on holiday." I affirm. "My friend is too." The Scot gestures to his friend.
Is two plus two four, here?
"I am Tessa and this is my girlfriend Tonya." I cooe. "Nice to meet you, lasses. I am Gerard and this is my friend Pablo." The Scotsman smirks.
So two plus two is four.
You begin to giggle again and I feel my ears heat up. "So nice to meet you, gentlemen." I try to sound demure. I probably miss the mark, but both Gerard and Pablo grin at me.
You cuddle in as close as you can get, inching Gerard up. He meets you eye and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.
"Can I get yous something to drink." He rumbles. "Oh yes please." You affirm. "That would be nice." I agree. "What would you like?" Pablo looks me in the eye as he asks it.
"He liiiikes you." You singsong ever so softly in my ear.
"I'd like a cider please and my girlfriend takes a tequilla." I reply. Pablo nods and gets up, sauntering to the bar. I can't help but gaze at his ass. He has a great ass.
"He likes you."Gerard echoes your words.
I decide carefully on my next words. I don't want to give the gentlemen the impression we aren't open to them. You have made it evident we are more than friends, after all. And so have I..
"I am very flattered, I like him too." I say gently. "That is always nice to hear." Pablo comes back to our small table, placing down your tequilla and my cider. His eyes linger on both of us.
The he gives Gerard a lil smack on the shoulder and goes back to bar to retrieve two glasses of whiskey.
"Where you lasses from?" Gerard asks. "I'm Dutch and Tonya is from America." I reply. "Met online, been smitten with her for years." You supply. "So, long distance?" Gerard furrows his brows.
Pablo places one glass of whiskey in front of Gerard and sits down again. "For now, yes." I answer, barely able to tear my eyes away from Pablo. He smiles brightly at me.
"So, who moves where?" Pablo asks. "Tonya will move to The Netherlands." I purr. "Oh, big plan?" Gerard grins. "Nothing solid yet, but I'm definitely gona marry her." You reply.
"Lucky girl." Gerard winks at you. "Who, me, or her?" You tease. Gerard laughs heartily. "Both." Pablo supplies.
You down your tequila and I sip my cider. The men both sip their whiskey and we exchange pleasantries. We talk about basic things and gentle nothings.
We are all avoiding the genuine subject we want to talk about.
It is Gerard who broaches it first. "So, your hotel nearby?" He asks. "Wana come?" You cooe. "Getting straight to the point, I like it." Gerard smirks. "Straight, us... oh please." You titter.
I can help a manic giggle. "We should finish our drinks first." I say. "I already did." You giggle as well. I snortle and roll my eyes. I know what tequilla does to you.
I sip my cider and you snuggle into me with a loud giggle. You're obviously becoming horny, rather swiftly. I am not complaining. I feel both men watch us with rapt attention.
Your lips venture along my neck and I grit my teeth in order not to moan too eagerly. You giggle louder and nip at my skin. I gasp in pleasure. I can feel you smirk.
I put my hand on your thigh, sliding upwards. You squirm against me. It would seem we are putting up a show. We are letting these men know what we are made of. What is in store for them.
Gerard leans forward on the backrest of his seat. He smirks widely. "Go on, kiss her." He encourages you.
"I could also kiss you." You tease him. Gerard grins widely at you. "No no, ladies first." He murmurs. "Save us for in the hotelroom, yeah." He sips his whiskey. "Fine be my." I cooe. Pablo nods his ascend as well.
I cup your cheek and draw you in for a kiss. You grin against my lips. I taste tequilla on your tongue and squeeze your thigh.
Pablo and Gerard finish their whiskey and I have to gulp down my cider, because I don't want to dilly-dally too long.
Gerard rises to pay the tab, which we are of course not protesting.
And not much later we are on our way to our hotelroom.
We're taking up the entire cobbled road, but there is no traffic. I'm holding your hand, but converse with Pablo. You talk with Gerard. I'm trying to keep an ear on your convo, but I just can't. I am so absorbed by Pablo.
Everything about him hits just right. And he smiles so warmly down on me. He puts his hand on the small of my back, his body heat seeping into my shirt.
It is only a little while till we arrive at our hotel. I pull my keycard from the case of my phone and use it to open the automatic front door.
Both gentlemen crowd us into the elevator and you hit the button for our floor.
The elevator is small and we are all pressed together quite close. You can feel Gerard has an erection, even through the denim of his denim shorts. His breath fans over your face.
We are still holding hands.
I'm leaning my forehead against Pablo's chest, inhaling his scent. He wraps my long ginger braid around his hand. My breath hitches a little. Pablo chuckles and gives a slow gentle tug. I can't help a moan. You and Pablo swear simultaneously.
The elevator dings and Gerard and Pablo exit, walking backwards. We eagerly follow.
We shove playfully past them and lead them to our hotel room.
I unlock the door, forfeiting your hand and gesturing you through first. Gerard follows immediately after, giving you a firm slap on the arse.
Pablo walks past me, giving me a lustful look. I smirk up at him.
You are already on the bed when I close the door and toe out of my shoes. Pablo kicks off his shoes as well. Gerard stands by the edge of the bed, as though he is waiting for his cue.
"Take off your shoes." I make it a very clear order. You shudder in anticipation. Gerard looks over his shoulder and furrows his brow at me.
"Oh she is sooo in charge." You titter. "Oh is she now." Gerard toes out of his shoes and joins you on the bed.
"You're the smallest one here." Pablo puts his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me. His warm and scent surround me. I heave a happy little sigh. "Yes I know, I am short, and bossy." I cooe.
"But you are so good." You add lustily. "Why thank you baby." I purr.
Pablo squeezes my shoulders and I lean back into him.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask Gerard. He raises his brow at me. "Do what you want." I make it another order. Gerard chuckles huskily. "I think we got our work cut out for us." he tells Pablo. "I can handle some work." Pablo replies.
Gerard climbs into bed with you. You open your arms for him. "Eager, are you?" He growls, his accent deepening a little. "Oh you havee no idea." I cooe.
"Can he please kiss me now." You pout. "I don't know, can he?" I smirk. "Please, Mommah, please." You whine. "Mommah?" Both men chorus. "I hear an echoe." I chuckle.
"Go on, kiss her." I firmly order Gerard. "Just don't make me call you mommah, too." Gerard chuckles, before climbing on top of you. "I wouldn't dare." I lean back against Pablo.
You put your arms around Gerard's neck and tease the hair in his nape. Gerard groans and leans his forehead against yours. You whine softly and arch into him.
"Needy little kitten." I remark. "Very needy." Gerard agrees.
He closes the distance then, finally putting you out of your misery. You whimper against his lips. You feel his strength, surrounded with his warmth and his scent.
Gerard is very eager, licking at the seam of your lips. You open up for him, meeting his tongue eagerly with your own. He tastes like whiskey and churros. You moan softly.
"You want to watch?" Pablo asks me.
I turn slowly to him. "I'd rather get some myself." I purr, cupping his cheek. Pablo chuckles huskily and cups my cheek. "Then get some." He rumbles.
I stand on my very tippy toes. Pablo closes his eyes. I close the last distance, pressing my lips against his. He heaves a soft sigh and presses down against me. I moan sweetly into his mouth.
He begins backing me up to the bed. I let him.
I lay down beside you. Pablo is on me again, at once. I run one hand into his dark hair and search out yours with my other.
You squeeze my hand. I moan excitement coarsing through my veins with the fact we are going to experience this together.
Gerard presses himself down on you. You buck your pelvis up at him. He groans and begins to grind. You make a soft whining sound and his tongue caresses yours.
His hand slowly starts at your clothes, tugging and fiddling. You are not working with him, not yet. That would ruin all the tension and half the fun.
And you don't want to get ahead of me by too much. You know I do warm up quick, but reach the finish line much slower.
Pablo nudges my legs open with his knee and nests between my thighs. I moan lewdly, the noise making you yet wetter. Pablo groans back at me, grinding down.
"Let's get em undressed." Gerard growls. You giggle. "Yeah, we are all easy access and they are too hard to get to." You agree. "I was actually refering to you and your girl." Gerard tells you huskily. "Well, Tessa first, then." You cooe.
You're in naught but a tight dress and panties, where as I am wearing booty shorts, boxers, calvins and a tank. I am most certainly wearing more.
"I am not in a hurry." I murmur, kissing along Pablo's jaw. "But you defo need longer to heat up." You pout.
I reach out and pull you into a slow, lewd kiss. "This is not a race. Enjoy this man, enjoy me." I purr. "Yes mommy." You cooe. "Good kitten." I purr. We kiss once more and I hear both men suck in their breath.
You feel Gerard's hand slowly creep up your thigh. You giggle and close your thighs on his hand. Gerard gruns, groping you lewdly, though he does not yet press his ascend.
Pablo rucks up my shirt, pulling it up over my calvins. "Lookie there." He growls. "You like?" I cooe, barely breaking the kiss. "Fuck yeah." Pablo growls, yank down my bralette, my breasts popping free. He groans and lewdly gropes at my chest. His hands are vast and strong and I feel deliciously tiny.
You break away from the kiss to happily watch Pablo grope me. "Her nipples are very sensitive." You tell him playfully. Pablo casts his eyes to you. "Are yours?" He asks.
You shake your head. "Shame." Gerard murmurs. But he pulls your dress up till your collarbones either way. You gasp in faux indignation. "You have great tits, baby." I cooe, pulling you into another kiss. "Gona cover them in hickies anyway." Gerard leans in.
The Scotsman's lips connect to the skin between your breasts. He sucks and then nips. His beard scratches at your skin. You press yourself against him, breath growing deeper.
"Feels good, doesn't it." I purr. "Y-yeah.. Yes it does." You mewl. "Good, that is good to hear." I cooe, stroking your cheek.
Pablo leans down to seal his lips over my nipples. I moan eagerly. "Sounds good, huh?" You taunt Pablo. "Fuck she does." Pablo growls against my breast.
He nips my tender flesh and his hand sinks to my shorts. I will most certainly not manage to stay clothes for long now. And I know neither will you.
Because Gerard's pulls your dress up over your head, tossing it away. "Hmm, pretty soft skin." He growls, leaning in again to nip along your neck. You whine softly and squirm below him. You can feel your insides begin to throb.
You wriggle, so his thigh is between your legs, pressed up against your panties. "Tell him what you want." I order. You whine softly in reply.
I stroke your cheek. "I know it is hard, but you will be rewarded." I cooe. "But mommaaah." You whimper.
Gerard grabs you by the face, making you look up at him. "Tell me." He orders. You squirm against his thigh. He tenses his muscle and leans a bit into it. Softly you mewl, rocking your pelvis against him. "That what you need?" He growls. "Y-ye-yes." You stammer. "Good kitten." I purr.
Gerard begins to grind his thigh against your clothed cunt. You let out a soft gasp and roll your pelvis expertly. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. The sound of his voice shakes you to your core. "M-more." You stammer. "No, not yet, let your girl catch up." Gerard smirks, shaking his head.
"Imma take my sweet damn time now." Pablo chuckles, sucking a hicky on my breast. I moan, raking my nails over his scalp. "Fuck, I love how loud you are." He grunts.
His lips close on my other nipple and I mewl, pressing his face against my tender flesh. He groans eagerly. "I love your noises, too." I cooe. Pablo grins and gives my nipple a firm nip. I squeal lewdley.
My sounds and Gerard's thigh are pushing you rapidly to the edge. "S-so close." You whisper. "What more do you need?" Gerard asks. You meekly shake your head. "Ju-just more.." You whine. "More of the same?" Gerard raises his eyebrows. "More of the same." I affirm.
So Gerard grinds himself more firmly against you. You feel his cock through the cloth of his kilt. You squirm, eager to feel him inside you.
You trail your hands down his broad back, to his kilt. You flip the tartan cloth up, to discover your fingers slide across naked skin. This pushes you impossibly closer to the edge.
"Ah-almost." You gasp. Your inner walls are already tightening on nothing. You whine at how empty you feel.
"She is so ready to cum." I encourage Gerard. He yanks down your panties, pushing his bare thigh against your naked cunt.
A few more grinds does the trick very well and you shudder and spasm as you cum. "Isn't that good. Such a good kitten." I murmur, stroking your hair and your face.
"I want to cum again." You whisper. "I'm sure Gerard will open up, before he gives you his cock." I purr. "Of course I will." Gerard agrees.
He fully pulls off your dress and panties and backs up a little to gaze down on you. "Oh, I do like what I see." He grows, in a deeper accent than afore.
"Thank you sir." You mewl. "You're good girl. ain't ya." Gerard chuckles. "Today I am." You agree. "Just today?" Gerard furrows his brow. You giggle and draw down his kilt. "Just for you." You tease.
Gerard shirks his kilt and begins at his shirt. You tense a little in anticipation.
"Waaaay ahead of us." Pablo jokes.
"We'll put on a show once they are done." I tease. "No need to play catch up, huh?" Pablo rumbles. "Take your time on me." I encourage him. He groans, nuzzling his face between my breasts. "Gladly." He growls.
His huge hand trails to my hip. He hooks his fingers into my shorts, making the button pop on own accord. "Eager, huh?" He growls. "For you, of course." I reply. He pulls down my shorts and my boxers. "Fuuuck." He groans, his eyes casting down to my cunt.
"Glistening already." He taunt.
"She's like, always wet." You inform him. Pablo bites his lip and pulls my folds apart with one big thumb. "Pretty pink pussy." He growls. "Now what was that about catching up?" Gerard chuckles. "Not gona work either way." You reply.
"No?" Pablo frowns at me. I shake my head. "I take a good while to get there." I say softly, hoping it doesn't disappoint Pablo. "I'll put my full focus on it, then." He rumbles, putting all my worries to rest.
He kisses down my belly. I moan softly, seeking out your hand. You twine your fingers with mine. We squeeze each other's hands.
Gerard runs his thumb from the top of your folds to halfway down, pushing on. Slowly he pushes in. "Fek you are tight." He pushes on, his thumb into you as far as he can manage.
You rock your pelvis into his touch. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. I squeeze your hand. I let you know I am with you all the way, no matter who you choose to focus on most. No matter who I choose to focus on most.
We do this together, we enjoy this together. No matter who cums when, or with whom.
Gerard pulls his thumb from you, replacing it with his middlefinger. The digit is thick and dexterous. He fucks you slowly with it, making that come hither movement.
It does not take you long to cum again, squirming and squeezing my hand. "So pretty when you cum." I whisper, pulling you into a kiss.
I moan against your lips when I feel Pablo part my folds with his tongue. He swiftly finds my clit, sucking down on it. Wetness gushes thickly from my core.
Pablo groans and licks it up. "Taste so fucking good." He groans, before he fucks me on his tongue. I let my tongue slip into your mouth in my turn, moaning loudly.
"Three times already." Gerard growls as the noises I make get you to cum again. "You better be glad I am not keeping score." He taunts Pablo, slowly working a second finger into you.
You moan softly, too. Our tongues rub softly together and you reach your free hand out to my breast. I run my free hand into your hair.
"Fucking look at them, man." Gerard grunts. Pablo chuckles against my folds, sucking leisurely at my clit.
You pinch my nipple and I feel my inner muscles clench on nothing. I break the kiss. "Put a finger in me." I order. Pablo obliges right away. "It is so sexy when you give orders." You purr, dipping your head down to suck on one of my nipples.
I moan and firmly tug your hair. The trinity of stimuli is absolutely doing the trick for me. "That's the ticket!" I moan loudly.
My inner muscles contract on Pablo's fingers over and over again and I cum, hard. "Fuck yeah." Pablo groans.
"Now let's fuck em." Gerard says, pulling his fingers from you. You whine at the loss. Pablo nods, forfeiting my cunt as well.
They both position their cocks against our cores. "You ready for him, baby?" I cooe. "Oh yes please." You purr.
"Fuck her, champ." I instruct Gerard. He of course wasted no time.
And neither does Pablo, he pushes in with a deep, sated groan. "Fuck, so tight." Gerard growls. Pablo nods in agreement. "And so fucking wet." He grunts.
They fuck us, both in brutal grueling paces. I moan almost continuously and you kiss me to taste the utter lewdity of it. Pablo and Gerard groan and grunt, creating a wicked cacophony.
You cum again, clinging to Gerard's cock. "Holy fek." Gerard groans. It is his undoing and he empties himself inside you.
Pablo does not seem done yet and I am no way about to cum again. But you know of course just the trick.
Your hand slowly slithers down my belly, between Pablo's body and my own, to rub at my clit. I cry out, loudly. I smirk and lean in to suck on my nipple as well. I am utterly unable to control the noises I make, squealing and gasping as I am pushed into the second apex of my pleasure.
"Holy shit." Pablo groans, hilting himself and spending his seed at the mouth of my womb.
Panting, we all lay beside each other. Some seed dribbled from both our pussies. You grin a sated grin at me.
"Round two?" I tease, pulling you in for a kiss. Both men laugh loudly.
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ME AGAIN ! GUY WHO LIKES YOUR OCS ! (apparently this didn't send before but thankfully I saved it beforehand !)
Okay So I really really like Bailey and his siblings because they're literally SO bad coping mechanisms core. Like damn therapy wasn't kidding that Child Abuse really Can leave you altered for the rest of your life !
Ignatius is Fawn, due to having had to have adapted into a role of a peacekeeper for people in the house not to fucking bite each other, but also because I can really see him trying to sympathize with everyone around him in an attempt to make himself more approachable, more demure, smaller even, so that no one is mean to him. He wants things to be "normal" Soooo Bad he can't stand the fact people won't just talk to each other despite it feeling like the most logical option [<- Bro cannot accept the circumstances of a much more complicated relationship between his siblings than he originally fathomed !]
Bailey is Flight to me, because much like Octavia points out in that one comic you made innnnn 2022 (? I TINK !), instead of actually solving the issues that bother him head on and face the consequences of doing so, he'd rather walk around them a billion different ways and pretend to be busy and avoidant and Cool because dealing with actual conflict is SCARY !!!!!!! Call this guy "Mask of my own face" by Lemon Demon the way he has never once in his life felt the full extent of his emotions due to an underlying self imposed expectation to be this untouchable being who's always right and never actually has to have a heart to heart with anyone <3. I just think its interesting how you write Bailey to be this all-logic-no-play person, while also giving him the feeling that all of this is an act waiting to fall apart, and that he does not in fact Know A Damn Thing. He's the world's dumbest smart man I wish I could throw him in a well <- loving
And Octavia, of course, is Fight, but not JUST because she's exceedingly aggressive in order to cover up her own insecurities and fear of not being her an actual individual ! There's so much more to her and I'm FASCINATED frankly. She lives in a shadow of someone who has never had much regard for her accomplishments, and now she wants SO BAD to prove that "NO, YOU WERE WRONG, I AM SO GOOD AT THIS AND SO SUCCESSFUL" that she ends up losing her personality along the way. She's so focused on the achievements she has gotten, the fights she has won, the struggle SHE ALONE overcame, that she forgets that she's like... a person. Octavia has been on self defense mode for so long that she's forgotten HOW to take off all that armour, and now she's just stuck under hundreds of pounds of metal waiting for that one final thing that's going to make her happy. I just need to work a little harder ! I just need to do this better ! I just need a little more time to work on this and then I can rest ! I am good ! I am good ! She shouts. And then, when she FINALLY gets that score, that perfect track record, she's like "Great ! This proves me my worth and that I am in fact Good !...Now what". It's never enough and it has never been enough but fucking dammit she will prove it to herself to her mom and to her shitass lazy siblings that NO I AM GOOD. I JUST NEED TO KEEP MOVING FORWARD. IM DOING GOOD BECAUSE I WORK HARD. She's normal ♡ [I love her so bad but PLEASE give her mood stabilizers]
Hoohhg this ended up longer than I imagined but anyway. Tldr, Im Bailey I'm Iggy and Im Octavia the MENTAL ILLNESS siblings <3
(Long essay anon here again sorry) I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR OCS CONSTANLTY IM SO SORRY. They came into my house (brain) one day and they haven't left so now I'm conducting experiments on them. They're so cool and I really want you to know that they are. 50 ttrillion dollars for yiu
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i literally love this soooo much please always feel free to have thoughts about my ocs ANYTIME! your thoughts about the bayleys are SO RIGHT. the mental illness siblings realness 😔 hehehehehe i think its really interesting that they ended up showing off the fight/flight/fawn responses. its not something i entirely planned for them, but its accurate. i especially enjoy the thoughts on bayley's flight response, it really is interesting how hes a master at avoiding things.
some doodles on your thoughts and what i thought would be silly in response. <3 bc i live for this stuff and it makes my day to read things like this, let alone on my own characters (sobbing crying <3<3)
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My prediction for why there was huntlow and dalador parallels in Dana's gallery nucleus art is that Darius is going to play a part in nudging hunter and willow closer to each other (though probably not actually together, bc I doubt if that'll ever be explicit in the show), specifically after seeing himself and Alador in them.
Aka He's gonna grab willow by the shoulders and be like "see that weird, shy little goblin man who smells kind of bad but makes you happy??? Do you like him???" And Willows. Slightly concerned but goes "uh...yeah" "THEN TELL HIM FOR TITANS SAKE! DON'T WASTE TIME WORRYING ABOUT IF HE THINKS YOU'RE COOL OR NOT, OR PUTTING OFF ANYTHING SERIOUS CAUSE YOU'RE AFRAID OF REJECTION. JUST TELL HIM BEFORE HE GETS MARRIED AND THEN DIVORCED" and willow is like. Okay he's definitely projecting but he's got a point maybe she SHOULD talk to hunter about this
My feelings about Dalador is that I'm indifferent. Darius is like My Guy while Alador is just kinda There. BUT I keep saying that if you bring up a funny enough Dalador scenario I WILL entertain it because the ship has so much comedy potential to me. And this!!! Is fucking hysterical.
Darius grabbing Willow by the shoulders and shaking her like "Get with the freak!!!! I know he's strange and off-putting!!! I know he can't dress himself to save his life!!! I know it's the stupidest emotion you've ever experienced but for some insane reason you love him!!! You love him, little girl!!! So stop wondering and go tell him!!!!"
Now you say Darius nudging Willow in Hunter's direction but I raise you this. The other way around.
"I'm gonna tell him eventually." Says Willow. "But his feelings matter too. He's going through a lot right now. I wanna make sure we're on the same page. I'm waiting for him to send me a sign."
"Little princess, look at him. Think about him for just a second. He's dense as a brick. You could be waiting for that sign for years."
"That's okay."
"Really now? Come on, be sensible. You're young. Wouldn't you like to seize this opportunity while you still have so much life ahead of you?"
"There's no point in getting anything started unless we're sure we're both ready or else it's just gonna crash and burn. And sure, we won't be teenagers forever. But that doesn't mean it'll ever be too late. Maybe it'll take six months. Maybe a year. Maybe ten years. Maybe twenty years. But there's nothing wrong with a little time passing first. No shame in starting late, yknow?"
"Well, that's--you're not...hm."
Anyway, five minutes later, Alador looks up from his tinkering when he hears somebody say "Excuse me, Mr Blight."
It's that girl. The whole who politely informed him that he ruined her life several years ago. Now, he doesn't doubt it. He ruined quite a few lives back then. But he couldn't place her face for the life of him. All he knows is that she's Amity's friend from school. She's been pretty involved in this whole "Stop the Collector" thing and her gaze has always made him uncomfortable. Sure, he apologized for ruining her life and she graciously accepted and she's pleasant enough when interacting with him, but there's always that look of distaste in her eyes. He's pretty sure she thinks he's rather pathetic.
And then there's the man standing next to her. Darius Deamonne, looking every bit as imposing as he had for the last twenty years. He's stiffer than usual. His lip is twisted tightly. His fists are balled at his sides. From the vibes Alador is picking up, he's seconds away from snapping and attacking him right there. Strangely enough, the girl is holding his hand. She appears to be the one who led him over here.
"This big baby has something he'd like to say to you." She announces.
#i have like NO hope for darius and hubtlow intermingling nor willow and dalador intermingling#BUT it would be so funny
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Actually sighing coming up with things to say about this. Your cast are the same obviously, composer and sound director as well - we kept Asaka but not Eri Sasaki, but that sort of change doesn't really matter I'd say. All of the producers have been here before, although the number of them was cut in half. And then everything else is different. Your studio is the big easy one to point to, alongside your director. Different character designer, art director, colour designer, series composition, director of photography, background artists, the works. But that's not a bad thing, right. Like, even for fairly prolific series you see studio changes all the time, core staff changes a little less frequently but it still happens. And like it doesn't have to be a bad thing - sometimes a show will even look and feel better once its in someone else's hands. The problem here is...
What the fuck is this? This looks really bad. It's distractingly ugly. There's always been a contrast between Yuru Camp's quite realistic backgrounds and simplistic character designs but the former had enough of a painterly overlay to where everything harmonised and the whole thing looked pretty great! We're not getting that here. The characters and the objects in motion just look like they're imposed over real photography. Or alternatively you have something like the first and third shot there where every element clearly exists on separate layers with separate rendering detail and so the entire image looks really bad, like that composition is downright amateur, right? This hurts me to look at.
And like, look. This isn't the majority of the season so far. Most shots look fine. Not good, nowhere close to what was on offer before (even bearing in mind shit like the visible google maps logo in the second season), but they look fine. I don't like the character designs quite as much but I can get used to them just fine and they animate well enough. I still have many of my favourite seiyuu giving many of their most pleasant sounding performances. Yumiri Hanamori in particular I don't get enough of her in my usual anime-watching life, especially doing the Nadeshiko voice. Akiyuki Tateyama is still giving us one of the most relaxing anime soundtracks I've ever heard, but with enough going on to where I can actually listen to them in most moods. And more than anything else it's still Yuru Camp. I'm still getting to see a bunch of cute girls I like go camping and enjoy nature and be sweet and lovely. I'm still expecting to come home after a stressful day and put on Yuru Camp and just completely decompress. I'm still going to enjoy this.
But fuck me man if visuals like this aren't gonna just keep distracting me for the rest of the runtime.
#yuru camp#4.4.24#i really do wish i was one of those people that could 'turn my brain off' to stuff like this but#it just doesn't work like that for me unfortunately#oh well#sidenote i couldn't find anywhere to slot this into the main body but i really love the new op!#the song is super good and visually it might actually be my favourite so far! even despite the rest of the production!#but yeah here's to what's gonna be the hardest season of yuru camp to watch yet
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i would just like to kindly and anonymously confess that mercury could rail the shit out of me any day and i would thank him
mercury's so mean, so degrading and cold when he has the chance to pin you against the bed. telling you how pathetic you look all fucked out when he's barely so much as fazed, you're more like some needy whore with how much you're moaning his name.
his cock is so big and heavy, feeling like it's pushing right into your stomach with how tightly his hips press up against yours. mercury always has to prepare you with his slender fingers just so you can take him. not that he minds, he gets to see you beg and cry for more like the cute toy you are.
" i'm barely halfway in and you're already this exhausted? you're pretty pathetic for someone begging me to shove it in."
sex is simple for him, he's been around long enough to have enough experience under his belt and know exactly what he wants. you let him maneuver and bend your body however he wishes with little objection, and a man like him wastes little time. he'll have you screaming his name until it's all you'll even think about.
pushing you down on the bed is easy with his strength, but mercury likes it when you fight back a bit, to add to the already enticing atmosphere. it doesn't matter though, because soon enough he's pounding hard enough to leave bruises and he doesn't plan on stopping at all. each thrust fills you up and will leave you begging for more, and that's just the way he likes it.
" did i say that you could touch yourself? i don't recall giving you permission to let you touch yourself like a whore."
and his groans are so deep and raspy that he sounds more like a feral beast than the imposing man he is as he keeps hissing every time you clench up around him. it's as if your insides have molded themselves into his shape, for him and him alone. something he can truly own in a world that has thrown him about left and right, and he'll be damned if he lets anyone else ravish you like he does.
he bought a pretty little collar just for you as gift for being such a good toy for him. mercury can't deny that you look perfect with the leather strap fixed snug around your nimble throat, peering up at him through thick feathery lashes. every time it clicks with each thrust he makes, mercury's reminded that you're his pet, and his alone. no one else will get to see you sobbing pathetically as you cum from his big cock hitting all the right places.
" look at you getting so worked up over this. we haven't gotten started and you've already cum all over yourself. pathetic."
you're always so good for mercury, doing your best to take him. always letting him fuck you like some kind of fleshlight and taking everything he has to give. so it comes as a surprise when you start seeing him smile more and tending to the love bites he leaves behind. but who can blame himーhow can he not spoil such a good toy like you?
" that's a good pet, you're doing good for me. i'll let you cum now. go on, cum like toy you are."
" say my name- that's it, scream it until you can't talk anymore."
" make sure you swallow all of it or else i'll give you another punishment. that's it, good job."
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