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backstage | kth (m.)
pairing: taehyung x f!reader
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genre/warnings: implies that he's in a band - not necessarily idol au, established relationship; smut, it's just a short pwp drabble lol, or*l s*x (f. receiving), f*nger*ng, tae's got a dangerous mouth, c*m eating, that's it ig
word count: 653
note: yeah i have no idea how this happened either. i'm just gonna leave it here and dip 😭
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
“Keep going… keep going, please… Holy fucking shit.”
You’re practically grinding against Taehyung’s face as you cry out his name. His long fingers thrust into you, rubbing your g-spot on every stroke like they’re on a mission, which you suppose they are. He loves it when you’re a mess just for him. Instant ego boost.
He loves it when you make a mess for him too.
And it’s always especially good after he wraps up a show, pumped with so much adrenaline that he has to release some of that energy and you’re the perfect person to help him out. That’s what happened tonight, just fifteen minutes ago or so. You couldn’t even make it through a simple Hey before he was taking you by the hand and dragging you to his dressing room, the one-syllable word dying in your throat while the rest of the boys groaned exasperatedly behind you. They’re used to it at this point, but that doesn’t mean they’ll ever stop teasing you.
Taehyung glances up at you, smirking proudly when he finds your features contorted in pure pleasure. His tongue joins in on the fun, finding your clit instantly as it teases the bud. The pleasure spiking makes a desperate moan fall out of your mouth, one of your hands tugging on his mop of fluffy dark hair while the other grips a nearby cushion on the couch.
Your boyfriend has a bit of an oral fixation.
“Like it?” he asks, slender fingers never relenting. He takes pride in the way the room is filled with your needy voice and the audible wetness that’s like music to his ears as he scissors you open.
“Love it,” you answer breathlessly, even though you didn’t really have to answer. He knows it all too well, knows your body better than the palm of his hand. “Don’t stop, Tae, please… I’m close…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He sucks your clit into his mouth, then relishes in the subsequent groan as you buck your hips into his face, sounding like you’re actually about to break down in tears from how good it feels. Taehyung presses his fingers harder against the spot that makes you see stars, curling the digit repeatedly all the while his lips kiss your pussy sloppily. He hears someone knock on the door exasperatedly, but it’s quickly drowned out by your moans, getting higher-pitched by the second. Almost there.
You start to clench around him as he fucks you faster and with determination. Your walls suck his fingers in, so warm and wet that the glide is smooth, absolutely no resistance at all. He hums in approval, already thinking of all the ways he’d like to ruin you when he takes you home later.
“Tae,” you pant heavily, your brain effectively turned into mush by how his talented mouth, “I- ah, fuck, I’m gonna come, fuck-”
On either side of his head, your thighs shake as you gush into his mouth, coming with a sharp cry that makes his cock harden almost painfully in his tight leather pants. Your velvet walls convulse around his fingers as he helps you ride out your high. Taehyung happily laps up your juices, licking you until you have to push him away when you feel the onset of oversensitivity.
He crawls his way up your body, grinning like the Cheshire cat. His face is messy, lips glistening with traces of your orgasm, looking so irresistible. When you kiss him, you can taste yourself on the tip of his tongue. You love it, every single time.
“Let’s go home,” Taehyung says. “Wanna do all kinds of bad things to you.”
You nod eagerly, a teasing comment about to be whispered into his ear before you’re interrupted by Jimin on the other side of the door, talking to someone whose voice you can’t decipher.
“I don’t want to share a dressing room with him anymore.”
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#taehyung x reader#taehyung fluff#taehyung smut#taehyung angst#taehyung x you#taehyung fanfic#taehyung imagines#taehyung#bts x reader#bts x you#bts fluff#bts smut#bts angst#bts scenarios#bts imagines#bangtanbathhouse#bangtantheatrenet#clubzerooclock#52hertz#fic: backstage
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omg K congrats on the 3.5k!! that's amazing babes and im so happy for you!! I hope i didn't miss this but if I did please ignore this ask 💕 could you do "are you happy right now?" 8 in 5 (in case i messed up the sentence) with arthur?? maybe a cute fluffy one? or a slight angst? it could go either way so do whatever you want is right for the prompt! I didn't see him with this prompt on the list but if it was lemme know and i can change my prompt. congrats again!! ✨️🎉
Thanks so much for sending this in, Jay @anotherblinder ! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write! I’m happy that I’m able to end this celebration off with some Arthur after not writing him for a bit. I decided to go with fluffy for this one. I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)
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Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!
Can’t Think of a Happier Moment
Arthur Shelby x Reader
Warnings: pregnancy
Word Count: 728
Summary: Arthur finally manages to clearly communicate his emotions in the moment where it’s needed most.
Arthur was able to see it in her eyes the second she came to a stop in front of him. She’d asked him to be home when she got back and he made sure of it, not caring if it meant leaving the Garrison before Tommy even got there. His brother would understand. His wife came first.
“Alright, what is it?” he asked, wanting to get right into what she wanted to tell him.
“What is what?” she responded with her own question.
“Why’d ya call me home? Got something to tell me?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Bold of you to assume such a thing, Arthur Shelby,” she couldn’t help but giggle, “maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed in an instant. That surely couldn’t have been the only reason she pulled him away from the Garrison, from business, right? “I love ya, darlin’, and I love spending time with you, but couldn’t that have waited until after I finished what I was doin’ at the Garrison?” he came out and asked, not yet sure if doing so would equate to stepping on a bear trap.
And (Y/N) could have made it into one. But she didn’t. She was too excited at the moment and actually did have some news to share with him. “I was over at Pol’s when I called…” she began. Arthur nodded, showing her that he was listening and that she could continue. “She’d just told me something, and I could have shared it on the phone, but I decided that telling you in person would be better.”
“And what is that?” he asked after a few moments had passed and she hadn’t shared anything else.
“You know that Polly’s got a gift, right?” she started off with another question.
“She’s got many,” he agreed.
“Well she told me something…” At this point, (Y/N) herself wasn’t sure why she was continuing to beat around the bush on this. He was clearly invested in the conversation. Hell, he’d skipped out on his brother because she told him that she had something to tell him. Hanging onto the secret just built up the excitement inside of her even more. She hoped he’d feel the same.
“What’d she tell you, love?”
“She told me that…that you and I…” she paused, taking a deep breath as her smile grew, “we’re gonna have a baby, Arthur.”
At first Arthur just blinked. It took a few moments for the information to settle in; for it to actually click in his mind. And when it did, a tidal wave of words came tumbling out of his mouth. “She said that…she, she thought that, no, she knew that you were…that we’re going to…holy shit, you’re, you’re pregnant, (Y/N).”
“I am,” she nodded, speaking in a soft voice.
“Holy fucking shit,” he breathed, talking to himself more than anything. There was a whole flurry of different emotions coursing through him at the moment. His eyes dropped to the floor for a moment, taking a pause to collect himself before looking up again. His eyes immediately found hers, and he couldn’t help but let a smile form on his face. He tipped his head slightly, his heart hammering in his chest. “Pregnant,” he breathed again.
“Yes,” (Y/N) response came in a similar tone, tears welling up in her eyes. “Are you happy right now?” she just had to ask him, wanting to know if he was feeling the same excitement that she was.
“I can’t think of a happier moment in my life, love,” he wasted no time in telling her, his smile growing. (Y/N) noticed that his eyes were practically twinkling. He held her gaze for a moment before his eyes dropped to her stomach. No bump was present, but he knew that his child was there. “Can I?” he asked her then, his hands inching closer to her frame.
“Yes, Arthur,” she couldn’t help but softly laugh at his hesitance. Her heart swelled with love as he let out a soft chuckle and placed his hands against her stomach, gently caressing it.
“Our baby…” he trailed off, looking back up at her again.
“Our baby,” she affirmed, lifting one of her hands to rest against his neck before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
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#arthur shelby#arthur shelby x reader#arthur shelby x y/n#arthur shelby x you#arthur shelby blurb#arthur shelby imagine#arthur shelby fanfic#arthur shelby fanfiction#peaky blinders#peaky blinders x reader#peaky blinders x y/n#peaky blinders x you#peaky blinders blurb#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders fanfiction#peaky blinders fanfic#fanfiction#fanfic#k’s 3.5k celebration
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quil. quil oh my god quil. letty just fucking. ramy. oh my god holy fucking shit. quil i am in shambles.
(warning: this post contains significant Babel spoilers)
I KNOW, RIGHT?!? I’ve very specifically been. not reblogging posts about it because I don’t want to spoil any of you who intend to read it but I think I died reading that scene. Mouth agape just like when Lovell died because I wasn’t expecting it and you can’t take it back
It was so quick. Instantaneous. Zero to a hundred there. Which I remember reflecting on and thinking that was actually quite accurate and a good portrayal of how fast and unchangeable death is. It happened in a moment and now you have to live with it happening for the rest of your life, the world altered in an instant
And now there is going to be some fascinating and heart breaking character development and exploration based around Ramy’s death. I think you’re going to suffer through enjoy. If Lovell’s death disillusioned the idea of Oxford as safety, Ramy’s disillusioned the idea that they as a group could ever fully understand and see each other. Which is. God it’s painful
#babel rf kuang#babel or the necessity of violence#babel an arcane history#babel spoilers#quil's queries#camelspit#every time I see a post talking about ramy and Robin and how they should’ve gotten more time im like UR SO RIGHT!!!#WISH I COULD REBLOG THAT!!#but I’ve got a lot of mutuals with their eye on the book in the future and none of them have the tag blocked so!!!#i just have to sit with this!!
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chamomile, chapter eight
A/N: the gif in the moodboard is by @nerys2
summary: “so when I tell you that I can’t be here, I mean I can’t fucking be here.”
warnings: references to 6x16, ptsd, having to deal with a trigger, anxiety, references to going nonverbal, sleep deprivation, piano/music, crying, panic attack, meltdown, papa Rossi being kind, daddy Hotch being protective and reminding me once again of my own father, auntie Emily being a sweetheart, playing solitaire
word count: 1184
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You hadn’t slept at all last night. Not a single second of sleep.
You, Reid and Rossi, had been assigned to talk to Sammy. Back in Virginia when Hotch had told you, it didn’t raise any red flags. He knew, because of who the kid was that putting both you and Reid with him would be a good idea since you could both relate to him a little better than most of the team. And because your boss didn’t miss a beat, he had also picked up on the slightly awkward shift in you and the doctor’s dynamic, so to cope with that, he assigned Rossi to be there as well.
But now that you were here in Louisiana, it turned out to be the worst possible place for you to be.
Everything was going just fine when you were just sitting and drawing calmly with the boy, but last night, his love of music and the relevance it had to the case was revealed.
“Is he trying to type?”
“I don’t think so, I think he’s trying to play something. Can we get a keyboard in here?”
“There’s a piano at his house.”
Sirens went off in your head. You tried your best to hide your panic, but it only resulted in you not saying a single word the rest of the night.
Now that the boy’s aunt had shown up, you all started the day off by going back to the house. Walking in there, your blood went ice cold as you saw the big, majestic instrument right on the other side of the door.
Your body hadn’t really stopped shaking since last night, but you tried your best to hide it by burying your hands deep in your pockets. You didn’t know if you were successful, but you tried.
As you stood there, watching Rossi talk to the aunt and the boy inch closer and closer to the piano, you felt your breathing pick up and what little sense of control you had left started to slip out of your grasp.
Gently setting his satchel down on the ground, Reid had all of his attention glued to the child now sitting on the small bench. “Sammy, would it be alright if I sat here?” he cautiously slid in next to him.
As soon as Spencer’s fingers started to glide over the keys, your eyes screwed shut and you couldn’t breathe. Within an instant, you had somehow sprinted out into the small kitchen and were now clutching onto the countertop for dear life. You felt like you were gonna die. Or pass out. Or throw up. You didn’t know in which order, but holy fuck this hurt. Everything hurt.
You almost didn’t notice Rossi following in behind you, till he was standing right in front of you with worry painted all over his face.
“I can’t be here,” you sobbed, as he closed the door behind him, sadly only muffling the music ever so slightly, “I have to get out of here.”
“Y/n,” he tried to calm you, “it’s gonna be alright, you’re gonna be okay.”
“No, I’m not! I can’t-… I can’t.”
“I know, but you’re gonna be alright, just breathe, okay? Breathe.”
“You don’t know, you have no idea of what you’re talking about-“
“The piano?” your eyes grew wide in horror at the word, “Y/n, I know.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I work for the FBI,” he half-joked, “just because it’s something you don’t talk about doesn’t mean it’s something that’s hard to find. Also, Hotch told me. That’s why he assigned me to be here, to keep an eye on you on this case.”
“H-hotch knows?”
“He does. I only really know the footnotes, but that’s still enough.”
“And he wanted you to keep an eye on me?”
“Of course, he does. You have ptsd.”
“I was a child protegee, not a soldier.”
“You were in an accident that stopped you from doing your work.”
That made you scoff, “my work. Playing the piano was my whole world. In less than a second, I lost everything. I lost who I was, it tainted everything I knew to be good and flipped it on its head and all my plans for a future vanished before my eyes.”
Keeping quiet, he let you continue, “you know, they told me that I was lucky. Broken leg, 7 additional fractures, concussion, internal bleeding, hell of a lot of road rash and a fucking crushed hand.” Cracking your fingers, you said sarcastically, tears still flowing from your eyes, “yeah, I sure felt lucky. I got hit by a car and I didn’t die. Not physically at least.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you let out a shaky breath, “so when I tell you that I can’t be here, I mean I can’t fucking be here.”
“Okay. You wait right here, I’ll call Prentiss to come drive back you to the hotel.”
“They were behind the blankets,” Prentiss placed the red deck of cards down on the table in front of you. Picking it up, you just gave her a tiny, tired smile, watching as she crouched down next to your seat, looking up at you with a worried glance, “you sure there isn’t anything else I can do?”
Opening up the deck, you uttered just loud enough for her to hear, “you said they were next to the blankets?”
“Yeah, do you want one?”
“If it’s not too much trouble…”
“No such thing,” she waved a hand, then scurried away, down the narrow path through the jet, “I’ll be right back.”
Shuffling the cards a few times, you then proceeded to lay them out in front of you in seven piles, gradually making the bigger from left to right. Solitaire. That was something simple you could focus on. It was gentle enough to not be overwhelming to your already overloaded nervous system yet entertaining enough to catch your attention and get you home without too much escalation.
Hearing a page turn, you looked up to see Reid on the other side of the plane, engulfed in a book.
Your hands’ movements slow down a bit as you watched his slender fingers glide over the pages at what seemed like the speed of light. Pausing his reading to look up and listen to something Hotch was saying to him, his eyes then flickered over to you, managing to catch your eye for just a mere moment before you heard Prentiss sneak up on you again.
“Here you go,” she handed you the fleecy blue blanket, “do you want some company or…?”
“No, thank you though, for the offer and the blanket and everything…”
“Don’t thank me, please,” she looked down for a beat, “well if you need me, I’ll be right over there.”
Giving her the smallest little nod, you watched her walk back to join where the others were clustered. Folding out the blanket and wrapping it around you, your eyes fell upon Reid’s features once more, this time it was him who quickly scrambled to look down in his book again.
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i see youve been reblogging a lot of angel hare stuff lately! what are your general thoughts on the series?
oh have I lol? i have a queue so that means i binged the angel hare tag a couple weeks ago and shoved a bunch in there.
i love it! its so unique and creative and I genuinely think its refreshing to see religion used in this kind of narrative as a positive force rather than a sort of generic Evil. its so boring when stuff just uses like. demons or christian aesthetic without anything specific in it. stuff that will talk deep about demonology and angels but pretends jesus isnt relevant because its Secular Religious Aesthetic. its boring! its uninspired! its SAFE. angel hare is unique in that not only is it very specific but the supernatural element in the story IS the force of good and the force of evil is the mundane human element, the every day horror of abuse.
and also how fucking dope is the idea of an angel, a genuine angel of fucking god, talking a little kid whos probably like, three, through disassembling and reassembling a gun and shooting his abusive father dead with it. holy fucking shit. holy shit. what. that fucking rules. the nuance of the rules of god here not being the generic strict rules that murder is bad, forgiveness is good, blablabla. i love the bit where we see the video version of the lying episode has gabby and the viewer forgive francis but the recorded version tell him no, you dont have to forgive someone who hurts you. remember that the sun can be warm, but never forget the times that it burns you. your dad might sometimes seem kind but dont ever forget what he does to you. you do. not. have. to. forgive. and even as far as you SHOULDN'T forgive. and that is the opinion of the positive force angel of god.
its great. its creative and unique and theres nothing quite like it. and the presentation! i mean the text parts can be a little much at times but the animation- the first episode. holy shit. when she flew away in the taped version i was like hmmm where are we going with this. she goes into her house and im still like hmm. then she picks up the chair and says "this will be our strength" and puts it under the door and i was fucking floored dude. i straight up had to pause because of the lightning shot of ice that went up my spine. the genuine fucking real world horror of understanding. thats how you do a fucking horror reveal dude, she never says it out loud but you KNOW. just from that one moment you know EVERYTHING you need to. it all unfolds right then in a fucking instant. holy shit. thats fucking storytelling dude. thats incredible.
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So there was a post by someone that said they do a lot of job interviews as the interviewer (I got so anxious about it I closed it without thinking to save or reblog it) and talking about like, what interviewers look for, why they ask the questions they ask.
The first thing they said was like “I’m seeing if you can play the game.” which INSTANT anxiety spike.
Holy shit why does life have to be a game? Why can’t I just be honest??
Yes, I can work on a team, yes, I can take and follow directions, no I don’t mind if my superiors are younger than me and won’t give them trouble for it, yes, I show up on time, yes, I will dress as I’m told.
Why is that not enough???
“Why do you want to work here?” I need money. We live in capitalism, everyone needs money. To. To live. I just. Money.
I mean, I know no one wants to hear “I’ve been forcibly isolated by an emotionally, sexually, and financially abusive narcissist for 15 years and I want money so I can support myself and escape.” Like, at least I know now to whip that out in an interview.
I guess I’ve missed out on a lot of socialization due to being raised in an abusive, strict household, then joining the military, then into another abusive, strict household where I was never allowed to make decisions or go out into the world and experience these things other people did, no I cannot play the game.
I can’t lie about some sort of like “I feel a strong connection to your company and their whatever the fuck do” it’s
money I need money. That’s it.
I’m not even looking at “a career” I’m looking to like, run a till or stock shelves.
The poster went on to say like “When we ask you if you have any questions for us, good ones that we like to hear are EXAMPLES” and I was like whaaaaa the fuck why would anyone ask any of that? I would never, ever think to ask any of that. None of it. What even.... Who thinks like that because it’s not me.
I can’t play the game. My brain doesn’t work that way.
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Miscellaneous Rockstar Cookie Headcanons
// slightly ooc Rockstar Cookie? idk anymore
reblogs appreciated!
i might make a post with more dating headcanons but this is more of just general headcanons that popped into my mind
he literally calls everyone babe like even if theyre not dating or anything it’s like how ppl call their friends ‘honey’ but in a platonic way
he can barely cook shit. only thing he can make without fucking up is probably instant noodles and microwave meals lmao
hes probably made so much fucking money from making music but he prefers to live in an apartment
he has undiagnosed adhd. he doesnt know he has adhd
this man has an actual skincare routine probably like holy shit he can probably make an entire cookietube channel dedicated to it lmao
in addition, he also wears makeup (im actually pretty sure this is kinda canon in a way)
he can play acoustic guitar too!!
when he was little, hed collect guitar picks and stuff
his hugs are bone-crushing
he uses those goofy blue emojis in text all the time. these ones
#cookie run kingdom#cookie run ovenbreak#cookie run headcanons#rockstar cookie#rockstar cookie headcanons#plutoniclol#plutoniclol writes
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what i'm listening to 4/5/2023 (song notes under cut!)
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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.
100 gecs - Dumbest Girl Alive: yeah there's gonna be a fair few new gecs tracks in here. dumbest girl alive is my favorite from 10k, i can't even express how much it just hits every time. i love the riff, i love the lyrics, i love the music video, i love the production, love it love it love it. i also included a minecraft parody i found when searching the video on youtube, you're welcome
Black Flag - Revenge: i've been trying to rediscover my love for some of my favorite hardcore genres, so i took it all the way back to the early days and reconnected with one of my favorite bands. i encountered this song in high school when trying to find clean black flag songs that i could put in a piece i was writing about the history of metal (which the band is not, but hardcore is significant in the history of the genre anyway). it's a great thrash-and-basher and apparently has not been in my playlist until now, which i was unaware of lol
The Beatles - Strawberry Fields Forever: once again i must admit to listening to the beetles.... alas. look it's a really good song, the lead-in to the chorus is fucking amazing, the instrumentation is really interesting and unique, it just washes over you like waves of sound. plus it's goofy as hell
Jaga Jazzist - I Could Have Killed Him In The Sauna: from the INSTANT i heard the intro of this track i was like ohhh that's going in the next WILT. i don't have a ton to say about it, just listen. it's good sounds to chew on. shoutout io
100 gecs - Billy Knows Jamie: i freaked the fuck out when i heard this track, no joke. which is funny, because i'm pretty certain they played this when i saw them last fall, but i didn't have any frame of reference at the time for whether it would sound the same on the record. i just kept thinking "they did this for ME. SPECIFICALLY" because like hello??? i'm the nu metal gecs fan!!! that's like my whole thing!!!! and this literally sounds like limp bizkit half the time!!!!! i honestly kind of wouldn't mind if the breakdown at the end had been a little more restrained, just to preserve the feeling that it's 1999 all over again, but whatever. it cums. it's also about violence and killing, so i even get a little bit of like juggalo vibes almost
Fiona Apple - To Your Love: this song sounds so sexyyyy like maybe this is out of pocket but when this came on shuffle on a singer-songwriter playlist i was browsing i literally stopped what i was doing and was just like 😳😳😳 it's insane. and like when her voice gets all growly at one point later in the track... anyway haha
Marnie Stern - Prime: found via that coolass video i reblogged a while back oh god let's see if i can find that. holy shit i can't believe that worked. i don't know anything about marnie stern but i should listen to more because prime knocked the wind out of me it's good
100 gecs - The Most Wanted Person In The United States: last gecs track... and it's more rap rock!!! kind of. did you guys catch that cypress hill sample? i sure did!!!! love itttt. plus there's more killing it's so awesome. i've already said most of this stuff to violet (hi violet) but for real i think "got anthony kiedis suckin on my penis" is one of the all-time greatest bars and i'm not joking
DJ Lycox - BILLIE JEAN (DIOR): a lot of music from people on here this month! one of my mutuals (who probably won't read this but if you do. hi :3) posted this track and i really love the original pop smoke song so i was like right what's all this then. it's good. that's what it is then
Bruce Springsteen - Born to Run: i was reading this article about bruce springsteen being a sort of icon for butch womanhood and that had me like wow i am feeling emotions right now. and so i went and listened to some springsteen and you know what he rocks. there's something so desperate and heartbreaking about his songwriting, it hits me in a real way. and i've never even been to new jersey
Ada Rook - 920LONDON: new rook album ooh yeah babey. not my fav record she's ever done but still really fucking good. this song kind of reminds me of everlong, which like. girl who's only ever listened to everlong by the foo fighters listening to her second song: getting a lot of everlong by the foo fighters vibes from this. but still it's about holding each other close and making the most of what we have in our rapidly passing time, plus the riffs are kind of similar in ways that i don't feel like fudging musical terminology to try and describe
Sarah Vaughan - Lullaby Of Birdland: cool jazz can be kind of whatever but y'know i'm a vocals girlie and sarah vaughan honestly probably deserves to be listed up there with the greats. her vocal control is insane, and the way she just drifts from her higher register to the lower and back again is hypnotic. good fucking song plus shows props to charlie parker
May Leitz - gODKILLER: another from tumblr, thanks to user bigbaywindow for directing me towards may leitz ^_^ i have been rocking with several of her songs but this was the first one i listened to and it's really good, the lyrics hit me in a certain way as well that some of you might guess. also while putting together the youtube playlist i discovered that may makes youtube videos including one that i've seen floating around my recommended page a couple of times?? so i guess i'll have to see what's goin on over there
The International Sweethearts Of Rhythm - Vi Vigor: am i like. crazy. i would have SWORN that i put this in a previous WILT but i can find no evidence of that being true. in any case this is a cool kinda bebop-inspired jazz piece by an all-woman jazz ensemble who i wanna listen to more of. there's some really great sax work on here especially, so if you're into that def check this one out
Girls Rituals - Hole/The Used: okay funny story on this one. this was the first song i ever heard from any of devi's projects, it was before i even really knew who black dresses was. this song appeared in my release radar and i was like "who the fuck is this" and i'm convinced it only happened because the title is the names of two bands which i WAS already listening to at the time. and i listened to the song and said "this is really bad, and i don't understand why anyone would listen to this." and then i mostly forgor about it. skip forward to recently - i am obviously a big fan of devi's work and plenty of other projects adjacent to this. i get a big new batch of songs in my playlist (hello again to violet shoutout violet) and this song is in here. i listen to it. it's good :) take that, me from two years ago
The Buggles - The Plastic Age: the mandatory Todd Find™ for this month. i was watching the one hit wonderland episode on these guys and honestly didn't pay attention too closely bc i was busy but this song stuck. you guys know i'm all about that campy futurey cyberpunk-adjacent shit. it would be a stretch to say this fully gets there but it's still a fun song either way
Cage The Elephant - Cigarette Daydreams: lame song honestly but the chorus is super catchy plus there's a story. when i was working my old job there was a supervisor i liked a lot who played a wide range of tunes on shift. sometimes it was chill instrumental stuff, sometimes it was metalcore, and sometimes it was like this sort of radio alternative shit. this song specifically would play a lot, as you can imagine, and at the time it annoyed me, especially because of how catchy it is, it would make me think of work. but now both that supervisor and i have left, and so now it just reminds me of vibing with them and making the most of being on the clock. a cigarette daydream indeed
Jason Segel & Walter - Man Or Muppet: i don't know, man. i've had this song stuck in my head since i was eight years old and one day i randomly thought "i wonder if that's on streaming" and it is
#yippee!!#i've been looking forward to this sooo much. god i love doing these#*char noises*#talking pop
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#but genuinely one of the things i’m most looking forward to at this point is just when it’s all over and done with and i can finally just
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#5
Hey, um…BSD manga? Yeah, hi…can we talk a minute?
What the fuck is this?
No, seriously. What in the everloving fuck is this?
Is this….a Fifteen anime reference I see? Are you, the canon manga, which exists alongside and works in tandem with the canon light novels, truly acknowledging the events of an anime adaption that utterly butchers one of said canon light novels, and at one of the very worst moments of butchering in it, no less?
Hast thou lost thine mind?
57 notes - Posted May 2, 2022
#4
Giving Paul a normal mouth bc fuck that weird ass turtle mouth shit.
@bsdsocials If you ever wanted to see Bones style Paul but without that mouth lmao
My edit hhhh, if you want to see the original official art click here:
https://linklethehistorian.tumblr.com/post/680260718243823616/signal-boooooost-for-official-anime-style
57 notes - Posted March 31, 2022
#3
“There’s still some of it left in you — the hope that you’ll live.”
“Hope?” Verlaine said, looking back at Dazai with a broken smile, “In me?” He laughed bitterly to himself, half-crying, before heading down the steps into the basement once more. “Have a good evening.”
— Storm Bringer Stage Play, End Scene (written out by me to read like a part of the novel)
63 notes - Posted August 24, 2022
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My #1 post of 2022
“The Storm” — A BSD Manga Chapter 95 Theory
Alright, so…this little meta article is probably going to be a lot less professional and more ramble-y than my standard fair, because I’m doing this off-the-cuff and not writing it and re-writing over a matter of days or weeks or months, as I usually do, but nevertheless, I want to talk about it because, although some might find it unlikely, I personally feel there is more than enough merit to the idea to put it out there, even if it later turns out to be wrong.
The rest of this will be under the cut due to spoilers for the manga up to Chapter 95 (and maybe a few chapters after that, just to be safe?) of the BSD manga, along with spoilers for the light novels Fifteen and its sequel, Storm Bringer (and maybe a small bit of 55 Minutes), so yes, bare that in mind before you proceed.
Since I have no idea where else to start with this, let’s take a little trip back in time; it’s October 10, 2021, Chapter 95 just recently released, and I’m experiencing it pretty much for the first time with @truedge, posting the scans 3 pages at a time in our private Discord server and chatting about it as we read along.
It’s all fun, laughs, and games until the pages talking about the protective ability placed around One Order come up, and he cracks a simple joke:
At first, I laughed, and then —
All at once, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I — the one who should have been the first to recognize his ability in an instant — embarrassingly did not have this click in my head for a solid three minutes until the joke was made.
Holy crap, he was right.
I stopped, looked back over the pages, scanned the manga for any information I could, and the evidence kept building and building, and pretty soon I had a solid, bonafide theory on my hands, worthy of showing to the world.
And so, I present to you my theory — a theory which ties the end of Storm Bringer and the main BSD manga together at last: what I like to call “The Storm.”
“But Linkle! Arthur is dead by current time! There’s no way his ability can be involved with guarding One Order!”
…Just…hear me out.
Physical Appearance
First of all, please take a good look at the ability guarding One Order, which we are shown in Chapter 95, and compare it with the canonical light novel interpretation of Arthur’s very unique ability, Illuminations, as shown in Fifteen and Storm Bringer.
Here is the ability guarding One Order:
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#5
In honor of the Netflix show coming out soon and my enthusiastic re-read, I’d like to gift tumblr with some of my favorite Dream panels from The Absolute Sandman Vol. 1.
We’ve got:
Local Personification Gets Bread Thrown At Him By Badass, Older Sister. More at 11:00.
“Mm hmm this is my listening face. Go on, tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”
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811 notes - Posted July 20, 2022
#4
Post-canon universe where Mary ends up becoming a tattoo artist.
It starts when Ed winds up visiting the Bonnet household. Maybe he went there after Stede’s “death” only to learn that the Gentleman Pirate is out looking for him. Maybe this is post-reunion and they’ve just popped by to check on the kids. Whatever the reason, Ed ends up hitting it off with Mary and is particularly enamored with her art studio because holy shit you did the lighthouse painting!
He needs a version of that on his body. Now.
And Mary is like, I’m sorry, Mr. Blackbeard sir, but the human body is a slightly different canvas from what I’m used to and I’ve never—
But Ed is already waving her off. You think pirates know what the fuck they’re doing either? Nah. You get a buddy sloshed on rum, promise him it’s gonna look great, tattoo something on his ass, and then keep out of reach when he first sees it in a shaving mirror. It looks like shit. Of course it does! But then you do it to someone else and it looks a little less shitty. Then again and again until hey, that’s some talent right there! So go to town. Can’t look any worse than what Izzy first put on his back.
By this point Ed has hopped up onto a table and pulled a kit seemingly out of nowhere. He’s also got his shirt off—this is fine—and Mary has to admit, some of his tats really are awful. Not all of them! But enough that she can precisely pick out where some drunk sailor was trying out a needle for the first time. And yeah, she could easily justify this through fear, telling herself that it’s not like she can say no to the intimidating, legendary Blackbeard. Dating Stede or not, the guy could slash her throat in an instant. Actually, dating Stede is a mark against any mental stability.
The reality though is that it isn’t fear that convinces her. Mary just looks at the spots of crappy ink and thinks, Fuck. I could do better than that.
So she does.
Mary might not know tattooing yet, but she’s got an eye for art and she picks up the mechanics quickly. At her request Alma brings in a bottle of something far nicer than rum—casting an interested look towards the pirate that reminds Mary, with a trickle of worry, that she always was her father’s daughter—and they spend a surprisingly pleasant afternoon with Mary experimenting and Ed commenting on her paintings. Is that flower a vagina, Mary? Yes it is, god, no one else gets that!
Mary tattoos a lighthouse onto Ed’s arm, entwining it with one of his tentacles. It’s nothing fancy, but Ed leaves the Bonnet household pleased as fucking punch.
Which means, of course, that a few months later Stede shows back up (in a terrible disguise) begging her to give him his own lighthouse on the opposite arm.
Stede Bonnet, are you really asking for the symbol of our now defunct marriage after you left me, came back, came out as gay, and then had the gall to fall in love with the most dangerous pirate on the seven seas?
…Yes?
Yeah, alright, fine. Get on the table.
Mary has been practicing since she last saw Ed, discovering that she loves the permanence of tattooing—putting her art on a moving canvas; a part of someone’s very identity, not just their home. Though it’s hardly considered good form in their community, she even managed to find a tutor after promising Doug that she wouldn’t fall in love with this one. Or if she does, she’s not going to throw him over for the new guy. You should really talk to Stede’s friend Lucius, Doug. He has fantastic ideas about the whole thing.
Stede tells Mary all about their lighthouse fuckery while she works and she finds that this story is a damn bit more romantic than their awkward wedding vows. In the end, this lighthouse is far more detailed than Ed’s, with steadier lines and a bit of shading, and Mary can’t help but think that it fits their personalities quite well. Stede is so happy he forgets himself and plants an exuberant kiss on Mary’s cheek. She just laughs.
From there other members of The Revenge show up when it’s safe for them to sneak into town, all of them wanting ink from a member of their Captain’s family. Their family, now. After she’s given Jim a pair of crossed knives and Oluwande a small orange tree on his back; Frenchie a recreation of his lute and the Swede the notes of his favorite song, word starts to spread to other crews. Wherever The Revenge goes they show off their ink. Even when they don’t, Mary’s developing a style that’s noticeable in any tavern or seedy alleyway—far nicer work than what anyone else has got.
The first time an unknown pirate shows up on their doorstep in the dead of night, Mary very nearly stabs him with one of the knives Jim gifted her. She whisper-yells at the poor bastard about manners and coming during business hours, really, what is wrong with you? After a sheepish apology, she brews an obscene amount of coffee and inks a child’s portrait onto the man’s arm. It’s by far the most challenging tat she’s done to date and somewhere around 4:00am, bleary-eyed and energized, Mary thinks that she’ll never want to do anything else again.
More pirates come after that. Doug worries. Mary reassures. As a compromise, she starts taking clients while her widow group meets. The presences of nine or so women who have nothing to lose—alongside Evelyn glaring from the corner—is more than enough to keep even the toughest ruffian in line.
Which isn’t to say that every client is a good experience. Oh no. Mary learns and more importantly, she listens, figuring out which pirates have beef with an ally of The Revenge, or who would sooner sell out their own than part with a single coin. On the truly worrisome visitors, the ones who do nothing to endear themselves during the long session or any of the repeat visits, Mary adds a small flower to their designs. Just her signature, she assures them, but everyone on The Revenge knows that it’s a message: don’t trust this one, watch your back.
Most though are surprisingly pleasant to spend time with. Sweethearts just dealing with a fair bit of trauma, as her ex-husband might say. When they thank her and try to press purses into her hand, Mary just shakes her head. It’s not like she needs the money. Instead, she draws out promises that they’ll do right by The Revenge and its co-captains, should they ever cross paths. When her family visits, Mary hears many tales about the crews that unexpectedly assisted during a tough raid, offered a good deal on supplies, bought them all drinks when they came into port.
Mary is the laughingstock of the town. She’s the woman whose husband ran out on her to become a criminal and then didn’t even have the decency to stay away, instead dying in a thoroughly tactless fashion. She’s the woman who gave up a lucrative painting career to instead take up a lowlife’s art form—if it could even be called such—with all manner of scoundrels calling on her. She’ll end badly, wait and see.
Mary is beloved by the pirate community. She’s the darling of Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate, more than capable of holding her own with both. She’s the woman whose ink you want etched into your skin—always safe to visit, always compassionate, and unspeakably talented. She’ll go far, wait and see.
Of course, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. Mary teaches Louis how to draw and makes Alma promise that she’ll finish her education before following her father to sea; she takes Doug to bed each night and with his encouragement visits Evelyn many afternoons. She’s happy.
Shockingly, so is everyone else. Mary isn’t entirely sure what to make of the waspish man who shows up on her doorstep one afternoon, but he’s easily recognizable based on Stede and Ed’s descriptions. Israel Hands has just three tattoos: the ace of spades to mark his time in the Navy, the swallow for a well-traveled pirate, and a lopsided cross on his cheek that Mary almost asks about, before thinking better of it.
He wants a fourth tattoo. A lighthouse on the back of his neck.
It’s been a long time since Mary first started tattooing. It’s not that she forgot about her previous lighthouses, of course not, but any additional meaning doesn’t register as she works up a design to show Izzy. After all, he’s a sailor. A pirate. Most of them want something to connect them to the sea and there are only so many objects that do that.
The placement is a bit odd though. Mary warns him that he’ll have to keep his hair short for the tattoo to show, shaving the fine hairs regularly. Izzy just grunts and mutters for her to get to it. Mary doesn’t realize the significance of him allowing her to hold a razor to his neck, in his blind-spot no less. At this point, she’s considered an extension of the only two allowed to do the same.
This lighthouse is perfect. After years of work Mary is easily able to navigate the muscles in Izzy’s neck; the thin scar that—she shivers—is just a little too close to his jugular. Mary knows how to make her art catch the eye when Izzy stands tall and how to keep it from looking absurd whenever he twists his head. She doesn’t know this man well, but Mary senses that this piece should be meticulous and detailed, not a single line out of place. So she pours everything into the image, holding Izzy steady with a grip he doesn’t flinch from.
It's only months later, when the family comes back to visit, that Mary realizes what she’s helped accomplish. Izzy stands between his two captains and from the back she sees that all the lighthouses are balanced, like the top of a nautical star.
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#3
Okay, so as the canon recedes from memory and fandom jokes take hold — la de da the world turns — I’ve seen an influx of takes that have steadily moved away from “Izzy’s tragic because this whole debacle is technically his fault (going after Stede’s hostages)” and “Izzy is sympathetic in part because he’s so bad at villain-ing” straight into serious claims of, “Wow, Izzy is just totally incompetent, huh?”
No, no, no, Izzy is terrifyingly competent.
We as a fandom need to remember our meta roots; one of the very first things ever acknowledged in the community: this is a character who has suddenly been thrust into a new genre.
For me, it’s basically the storytelling version of the “Who would win, Goku or Saitama?” question. The answer has nothing to do with power, skill, or competence and everything to do with what would be funny, because Saitama exists in a universe where, unless it’s more entertaining for him to lose, he automatically wins — always, forever, it’s the default state. That doesn’t make Goku, a guy with the power of the gods in his own universe, incompetent by any stretch of the imagination. It just means he’s suddenly been hog-tied by the rules of a new reality.
Izzy is the Goku to Stede’s Saitama.
Izzy scopes out Stede’s marooned crew (because he didn’t remember to have someone steer the boat), buys the hostages he lost, and homoerotically skillfully cuts up his shirt with hard-earned sword skills. Stede wins when Pete throws a rock.
Izzy corners Stede in the duel before he’s even realized they’ve started, hits him across the face, disarms him, and skewers him to the mast by successfully stabbing him. Stede wins because the handle of Izzy’s sword broke and there’s supposedly nothing important on the left side of the body.
Izzy is a complete asshole about chores because in his ‘real world’ a lack of munitions, or barnacles on the ship’s side, leads to death. Or at least lost raids (which they also need to afford basic supplies). Stede exists in the world where you can walk off stab wounds, find an oasis of oranges at your assassin’s church, and row straight to your lost crew without a need for anything like supplies, rest, or a map.
Pre-Stede Izzy successfully intimidates Fang, gets him to obey his commands ( “Fang!” *hiss*), and Fang admits that complaining about the abuse wouldn’t do any good. Post-Stede Fang, Lucius, Pete, Wee John, etc. can’t be intimidated because they know that here, such threats are meaningless.
Izzy manages to wrangle together Calico Jack, Spanish Jackie, and the British — three very different parties with beef against each other and him — all in an effort to get Stede executed. Stede survives because Ed pulls out a trump card that we learned about [checks notes] right now.
Stede beats Izzy again and again and again because Stede is working under the rules of the Romantic Comedy. Is it funny if Stede were to win a duel through absurd means? Yes? Then that’s what happens. Would Izzy winning here interfere with the romance between Ed and Stede? Yes? Then that can’t happen. It’s as simple as that. Unless we circle away from the stages of Epiphany (Stede’s talk with Mary) and Resolution (heading back to Ed for the presumed reunion) and Izzy becomes a more serious Obstacle to their love, everything he attempts is doomed from the get-go. Even if he were to be written as a more serious threat to the romance, the comedy inevitably obliterates any real chance he’d have. Unless OFMD doesn’t just pull lightly from other genres as it has in season one, but takes a hard turn into something new... Izzy is fighting a losing battle. He’s Goku powering up to fucking super saiyan and then being understandably confused when Stede manages to trip over his own feet, starting a Loony Toon-esque domino fall that somehow ends with Izzy K.O.’ed. How did this happen? Fuck if he knows. The logic he’s worked under all his life says it’s impossible and yet... here he lies.
Honestly, I ramble because competence is SUCH an important part of Izzy’s character. Competence is what’s allowed him to survive into his 50′s (unless he’s really 16 lol), help build the Blackbeard legend, and gain the kind of respect that has the crew (initially) jumping at his command. Izzy knows that he’s competent. His entire, prickly personality is built on being competent, particularly when competence is used as a defense mechanism. (No need to grapple with feelings when he can just kill someone.) More importantly, he knows that, under ordinary circumstances, not being competent gets you killed. He’s watching Ed trade in protective leather for lace shirts, fill up on marmalade, turn sword training into a flirting session, admire model ships instead of formulating plans — all these things that should, according to the rules Izzy has spent his entire life living by, get them all killed. We know Stede wouldn’t survive a day in the world of “real” pirates, where Izzy originally hails from. Izzy knows it too. We know Stede survives anyway because this is a rom-com and he’s the lead. But Izzy doesn’t know what genre he’s in; certainly not that the genre has changed — and fuck, if the rules of the universe changed once before, who’s to say they won’t suddenly change again? What if he wakes up one day on a frilly ship, with a useless crew, a domesticated Blackbeard, and the world is a horrifying mess of cruelty and violence again? They’d be screwed. He’s running around bitching about plans, munitions, ship speed, killing pets, formal duels, and yes, avoiding “namby-pamby” soft things because dammit of course those things matter. They always have. Yes everyone needs specific duties because otherwise the ship falls apart and they all die. What do you mean the ship isn’t falling apart while everyone eats marmalade and has gay sex? That’s not possible.
Imagine you were a crazy competent member of society according to current social norms. Maybe you’re highly educated, have a six-figure job, are meeting all the expectations for a family, you’re considered conventionally attractive, you eat well, go to the gym every day, have impressive hobbies, give to charity on the regular, maintain a thriving friend group — in every way that your peers might judge your worth within this specific social circle, you are killing it. Then you wake up one random morning and, as Badminton puts it, you’ve entered Backwards Land. People suddenly laugh at your well-balanced lunch because pff, what do you mean you’re not just eating a bucket of candy like the rest of us? Certain public displays that would have been unthinkable 24 hours ago are suddenly occurring on every street corner. You walk in to a promotion meeting with a detailed report on why your work of the last 30 years is worth recognition. The new hire suggests they have a face-paint party instead of running the company and your boss is like, “Well damn if that isn’t the best suggestion anyone’s ever given me. You’re promoted!”
What?
Izzy is fascinating in part because he’s a HYPER-COMPETENT individual who took to his toxic, violent, homophobic, highly repressed society like a duck to water, only to find one day that the rules of the universe had changed (for the better) but whoops, nothing he’s good at suddenly has a foothold anymore. You’re an expert at running a ship? Ships are just a backdrop to romance and it doesn’t matter if there’s, you know, ammunition, or whatever. Supplies — like oranges — only matter if they’re forwarding relationships. You’re an expert swordsman? Yeah, good luck winning a rigged fight where literally anything goes provided it’s funny enough (and you, as a tightly-strung rule follower, are not funny). Your entire identity is built around intimidating and executing people? The queer polycule thinks your threats are hilarious and if you strand people on a desert island their lighthouse captain will just row to them in a single scene; the guy tossed overboard will just climb into the walls and sustain himself on paper or something. You’re Alice in Wonderland except you don’t remember falling down the hole. The fact that Lucius’ cut off finger is used for a moment of (wonderfully gross) humor and he’s totally fine when he wakes up, whereas Izzy’s severed toe is more straightforwardly horrific and requires a cane, just highlight that they’re living in different genres. For Lucius, a severed finger is a moment of comedy (Dutch fuckery) and romance (Pete whittling him a replacement). For Izzy, a severed toe is a moment of devotion to a toxic relationship (eating it on Blackbeard’s command) and a #SeriousInjury that he literally can’t walk off. Izzy’s got the worst of both worlds at the moment: governed by his original, gritty genre and unable to circumvent or reap the rewards of the rom-com.
Which only leaves the question of whether Izzy will remain the tragic figure — but still very humorous for the viewer — who is either killed or permanently exiled due to his inability to adapt? Or will he grudgingly (oh so grudgingly) turn himself over to this new set of rules? I’m personally hoping for the latter BUT with moments here and there where the gritty drama bleeds into the rom-com; moments where things suddenly do become legitimately perilous and Izzy’s honed skills once again become necessary for survival. Like Ed who moves from the poetry-loving Edward into the murderous Kraken, Izzy has the potential to move between and/or straddle genres in some pretty entertaining ways.
930 notes - Posted May 8, 2022
#2
Season 2 concept where Stede gets up to some pirate shenanigans while trying to hunt down The Revenge, resulting in a number of WANTED posters for The Gentleman Pirate. Ed is losing his mind over the sketch of a disheveled, bearded Stede. Izzy is furiously trying to tear it out of his hands (he’s too short). Frenchie is openly sobbing that his captain is alright and apparently doing impressive pirate-y things, good for him. Meanwhile, Jim:
“That fucker is worth 700 doubloons?!? I was only 50! Oh, we’re finding him alright and I’ll show him exactly how someone earns a fucking price on their head — !”
933 notes - Posted May 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
How fucking funny would it be if post-reunion, after everyone has settled down on The Revenge and accepted their weird found family, Izzy still pulled out the “I’m resigning, Ed!” speech every few months, like a kid marching down the end of their driveway to “run away forever, I’m definitely leaving this time, Dad!” Because he’s a supremely repressed gremlin of a man who doesn’t know how to receive validation unless he’s made a dramatic production of it via this intricate ritual. So everyone just accepts that on occasion Izzy will throw a hissy fit, passive aggressively pack up the dinghy, and Ed’s gotta go down there all, “Nooo, mate, we totally need you, don’t leave, what the fuck am I gonna do without my fearsome First Mate?🙄” Really laying it on thick so Izzy can soak up enough Toxically Approved Praise to survive another couple of weeks. Meanwhile, the crew is just watching this sad production, exchanging knowing glances. They’ve TRIED to be nice to Izzy—the whole mutiny thing was so last year, dude!—but outside of The Ritual he will straight up bite off anyone’s head who so much as tries to smile at him.
“Oh, you think I’ve got a flight or bite response? Mr. Hands earned his last name for a reason, laddie,” Buttons says while staring pointedly at Lucius’ finger. That’s obviously bullshit, but Buttons likes fucking with them on occasion. It’s great fun.
Stede’s place in The Ritual varies depending on everyone’s mood. Usually, he treats it like another fuckery production, making a big ta-do about how if Izzy really insists on leaving them—and wouldn't that be terrible? Simply terrible... right, everyone?—then he must take plenty of supplies with him and a bottle of the good brandy and this warm coat because it can get quite chilly at night, don’t you know? This allows Izzy to fly into a very cathartic rage about real pirates vs. gentry twats, leading to him oh so magnanimously deciding to stick around, if only to continue saving Ed from this dithering fool. Sometimes though Izzy has legit pissed Stede off, just like in the old days, and the crew has to run damage control to keep another duel from starting, Izzy having entirely forgotten his desire to leave under the allure of skewering Stede. That too is cathartic, but Ed tends to get tetchy when Stede stabs or is stabbed by anyone other than him.
Every once in a while Izzy will dig his heels in and actually launch the dinghy, heading towards… nothing, because we’re nowhere near land, you idiot, are we really doing this today? So the crew has got to drop everything else they’ve got going on and just… follow him. Izzy spends a couple hours angrily trying to out-row a top of the line ship while the others watch from the deck, occasionally yelling out corrections to his form: “Keep your shoulders steady—you’ll get farther away if you improve your posture.” “I know that!” They let him wear himself out and then tow him in for dinner.
One time Lucius and Pete are ~distracted~ while on the night watch and Izzy is actually able to slip away unnoticed. He's so pissed about it that he leaves in a true huff, that anger taking him all the way to the Republic. Two days later Buttons gets a seagull from Spanish Jackie basically saying that their wayward First Mate is stinking up her bar, you’d better pick him up before I kill a bitch. Ed and Stede arrive like fussy dads whose darling sent the playdate into turmoil; come along, Israel, that’s enough fun for one weekend.
Sometimes Jim is already hiding in the dinghy when Izzy tries to “escape” and the two of them spend a day talking shit, The Revenge floating nearby. Sometimes other pirates will find Izzy in random places and sternly steer him back towards the ship: “Do your parents Captains know you’re out here?” Once Izzy made the mistake of loading his get-away bag with half the strawberries put aside for a new cake and Roach very nearly took a limb in vengeance. Frenchie has a couple tunes that he only plays during The Ritual, to set the mood and all. Lucius has immortalized a number of the attempts in sketch form and slips them underneath Izzy’s door when he’s sure he’s not there to retaliate.
Years later, when all the crew have a lot more gray in their hair, Izzy flips them off and starts packing his things, same old, same old. Ed sidles up to Pete on the quarterdeck, sighing down at the display.
“Can you believe he’s still doing this?” he asks, shaking his head. “I thought he got it out of his system back on the Queen Anne.”
“Remember that time the rope broke and he lost us that dinghy?”
“Ha! I was ready to flog the bastard.”
And that’s how the crew learns that yes, Black Pete really did serve under Blackbeard holy shit.
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I'm late to the party, but hi, hello. Can I offer you a <3 for your thoughts? 😎
hi mav!! of course, of course!
okay so first of all i do associate you with klavier a lot, and not just because of the wonderful analysis you made a few days ago, but because the first post i ever saw from you was your sketch of angry klavier and daryan and was like holy fuck this klavier rules. this IS klavier gavin. wow. instant follow.
there's also your art, and how cool it is?? and how you always reblog so much art and always have something nice to say about it, either the composition or the texture or the use of color... it's taught me a lot about looking at art and finding something to learn from it!
you're an incredibly cool person and yet really down to earth. with a great sense of humor! your blog is like having a chat with the coolest guy at art school lol
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pretty girl
synopsis: peter finds his way into your home and does something out of character, but it makes your heart soar.
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
taglist: @sp1deys @inu1gf @stanmixtapes @wilczachannn @peterparkertheloml ( send an ask to be added! )
warnings: mildly injured peter parker, she/her pronouns used, LOTSA fluff!!!
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y/n’s eyes widened, hearing the sound of someone shuffling around on the fire escape beside the window in her room. she stared at the window, trying to rationalise with herself. it wasn’t uncommon for peter to pay her visits late at night after he did his patrol, claiming something about having to know if ‘his favourite person was tucked in nicely’, despite y/n claiming she could tuck herself in perfectly fine, ‘nope! nothin’ beats the old peter parker burrito blanket special!’ he would say in return.
the window started to slide open, y/n’s nerves easing as she saw the red and blue suit slowly roll through the window and dropping to the ground with a thud.
“peter what the fuck! i said be quiet when you do this!” y/n scolded him, keeping her voice quiet, but the tone harsh. obviously, she wasn’t actually mad at peter, but he was both risking her parents catching him and finding out he is spiderman.
“sorry,” he giggled getting up on his feet, a goofy grin on his face.
“hey, hey, c’mere..” y/n’s face softened, noticing a cut on his face, right across his cheekbone. she sat up and peter sat right in front of her, still smiling, “what happened?”
her hands went up to his face, cupping his cheeks gently, “i’m okay, just some drunk guy with a knife is all, you should’ve seen him, he was like swish fshh woosh, but then i was like fwip sheew pow.”
“i’m sure you were great out there, bug boy,” y/n laughed, walking over to her dresser and searching for the clothes he left there. once, she found a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, she threw them behind her.
“ow.”
y/n turned around to look at peter with the items of clothing over his head, “you can dodge bullets, but not clothes?”
“it’s- it’s complicated..” he smiled, removing the clothes from his face and standing up to get changed. his hand pressed down on the spider symbol branded on the chest of his suit and at an instant the suit fell down his body and he was left in his boxers.
“really? you wear your face on your boxers?” y/n raised an eyebrow at him.
“technically the mask isn’t my face.” peter covered his boxers with his t-shirt, his face red from embarrassment.
“i think it’s cute, maybe i can get a matching pair,” y/n chuckled grabbing a wet wipe from her dresser to clean up his face, waiting for him to get dressed. peter smiled to himself as he got changed, the idea of his girlfriend wearing merch of him making him all giddy inside.
“finally… bed time,” peter sighed, letting himself fall back onto the bed, smiling at y/n.
“did you hit your head why are you looking at me like that?” y/n smiled, laughing a little bit at his facial expression. he looked like a little puppy staring at his best friend in the world.
“missed you a lot, pretty girl.”
y/n’s eyes widened and she froze, just staring at peter, “are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”
peter just frowned dramatically at her, reaching his arms out and acting like if she didn’t join him in bed in the next three seconds he would just combust into flames. y/n rolled her eyes and got into bed with him, making sure to clean his face off before they cuddled. she held his face gently and as carefully as she could, she cleaned the dried blood off his face and cleaned the cut. even though she knew it would be gone in the morning, it was still hard to see the man she was so in love with getting hurt night after night.
“what’s on your mind, pretty girl?”
there it was again. that nickname. it sent butterflies straight to her stomach.
“oh, the usual - y’know, my very adorable boyfriend but his side hustle as bug man always getting him hurt,” y/n chuckled, throwing the wet wipe away and quickly planting a kiss on peter’s cheek, just under the cut to make sure that she didn’t hurt him.
“c’mere,” he mumbled grabbing y/n by the waist and pulling her on top of him. she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him.
“there’s my pretty girl.”
it wasn’t that peter didn’t compliment y/n - oh, he did. a lot. but nicknames was something he never did, he wanted to of course, but he was just awkward and it never felt natural to him. but boy did it make y/n’s heart soar to hear the nickname ‘pretty girl’ coming from him.
“what’s with the nickname?” y/n laughed softly.
“what? you don’t like it?” he raised an eyebrow, he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable at all.
“no, no, i like it. i really like it,” y/n admitted, feeling slightly flustered, “i’ve just never heard you call me that.”
peter smiled, pulling her closer to him, “i just want you to know how pretty you are… you are so pretty.”
y/n knew he was sleepy, he usually got very sappy and sweet at bedtime, “and you, peter parker, are even prettier.”
he scrunched up his nose as she kissed his chin and laughed quietly, “i don’t think so, you can’t say that when i have the prettiest girl in new york in my arms.”
“just in new york?” y/n teased.
“in the world- no! in the universe!”
“you are so cute,” y/n chuckled, hiding her face in his chest.
“i love you, y/n… so much,” he sighed, his hands moving up from her waist to her back, “i am deeply in love with you, sometimes it’s distracting, but that’s good, because while i’m out spidermaning i have my pretty girl here waiting for me all pretty in her pyjamas.”
“you’re such a sap, i love you peter.”
“the avengers banned me from talking about you, said i can’t talk about you unless they meet you,” he laughed.
“they want to meet me?” y/n’s eyes widened.
“who wouldn’t want to meet you?” peter smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling at how widely he was smiling.
“maybe one day, but right now you better sleep, i’m lacking vitamin b.”
“what?”
“vitamin peter b parker.”
“that was awful, y/n.”
“at least i’m pretty, right?”
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aYE hear me out my liege, female bodied reader (gn pronouns fine) having a wet dream in kazuha’s lap and he consensually (bcuz consent is very sexy guys) helps reader out <3
NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
!!⠀Feat : Kazuha x GN! Reader
!!⠀## : Smut
!!⠀CWs : No, like, fucking or anything. It’s literally just the reader having a wet dream in Kazuha’s lap bro
mmM consent 😩🤌💦 thats the sexiest part of the ask right there, fr
Kisses for u anon for enabling my Kazuha horny brain 💞 It’s a little short but god i still hope it conveys how much I love him
Also alsoo ik the ask said afab! reader, but it came out GN since I’m more used to that— hope u don’t mind!!
Imagine Kazuha’s reclining on his bed, back propped up against the headboard, you slotted in his lap. Your arms are draped over his shoulders, you face buried into his neck, and your legs securely around his waist as you slept. Kazuha, though, is wide awake, merely petting your side with one hand and reading some throwaway book he found lying around. It’s sweet and domestic, and although he doesn’t feel particularly tired, the warmth of your body against his is incredibly comforting.
Then he feels your breath against his ear, hear the quiet call of his name that sends tingles sparking up his back. He wonders for a second if you’ve woken up, but based on your breaths and the calm of your pulse, you’re still dreaming. He’s quick to write it off as merely you dreamin well ––involving him, apparently–– when you call his name again, and it’s distinctly much less innocent. It’s practically a breathy moan sung right into his sensitive ears, the kind he’s only ever hear from you in times where he was stuffing you full or you were cumming on his cock. Heavy with want, with pleasure, and desire.
The hand rubbing your side freezes as your embrace tightens around him, and he flushes when he realizes, ah, you’re still dreaming about him, but in a different way now. The sweet ronin’s blush only deepens further when he realizes that even in your dreams, it is still him that pleasures you. Quickly, he sets the book somewhere to the side.
Kazuha’s movements still when your hips begin to move, grinding wantonly on the bulge that’s beginning to grow in his pants, and your moans and calls of his name become more frantic, more pleading. Kazuha gulps heavily when you whimper, having ground down on his hardening cock just right to send jolts of pleasure into your nerves, and you begin to sing a constant stream of Kazuha, Kazuha, ‘Zuha, please, more. He can feel the heat on your skin, feel the tight grip your hands had taken in his hair, and can feel how aroused you are, even with clothes separating you two.
“Love,” he says, pulling away from you and detangling your hands from his hair. There’s a sleepy whine that’s pulled from you at the loss of his warmth, and as much as he regrets being the cause of it, he’ll regret it more if he initiates anything without your explicit say so. “Love, wake up,” he tries more incessantly, peppering light, fleeting kisses across your knuckles and the sides of your face. Eventually it’s enough to wake you–– your hips still and your needy moans transform into sleepy murmurs. Your eyes crack open a smidge to stare at his still-flushed visage.
“Kazuha..?” you ask, not fully awake from your dream yet, but it takes just a moment before you comprehend that holy shit you just had a dream where the love of your life was absolutely ruining you for any other man. Heat creeps onto your face in an instant, and under his touch, you body feels more sensitive than ever.
“Did you enjoy your dream?” He asks, looking up at you from beneath his lashes and looking oh-so charming. Judging by the blush on his cheeks and the bulge you sat on, you have no doubt he had caught on to the nature of your dream. The heat on your face becomes a raging fire, but before you can even begin to apologize for essentially coming onto him while you were asleep, Kazuha’s intertwined one hand with yours and is pressning the other against your stomach, rubbing soothing circles that had your arousal pooling once more in your core.
“I would be more than happy to make them a reality, if you’ll let me?” He asks in a hushed, husky voice that immediately has your thighs parting even more for him on instinct, and he smiles. The circles on your skin become more firm, more pressing, and you feel as if you’re being pressed down against his growing cock even harrder than before.
“I need you to say it, love.”
You gasp, the grip of your hand in his becoming more desperate. He wants to hear you call his name like you had in your sleep–– needy, desperate, pleasured. Because of him.
“Kazuha,” You purr, “please fuck me.”
He smiles. “It would be my pleasure,” and his lips crash into yours.
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Likin’ the angle of the dangle?-Part 3*
Pairing: Jake Jensen x Plus Size Reader
Summary: You and The Losers go after Max, the Petunias lose, and wedding bells ring for you and Jake…
Note: So sorry it took so long for part 3 but there is no time like today for some of our delicious nerdy baby😁
Warnings🛑: guns, violence, blood, injuries, smut(unprotected vaginal sex, dom/sub aspects, spanking, slight degrading, overstim), husband jakey😍, pregnancy
Part 2
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Max was on the move, and so were the Losers…
Things didn’t go as planned at the port and it turned out Roque had turned against his team for money. Jake screamed at the guards that manhandled me, earning a nasty bruise to his perfect jaw.
“Jakey!” I gasped, whimpering as the man holding me shoved me further along.
We got to a stopping point, I stood by Jake as we were forced to the ground. I tried my best not to cry, hoping somehow we got out of this alive. I looked over to Jake, the love of my life.
“If we make it, I want a ring.” I blurted, his smile instant as he caught on.
“We’ll go to the fuckin’ courthouse baby, Y/n Jensen sounds so sexy.” he winked, both of us jumping when Pooch was shot.
I protested, trying to crawl to my friend, but only got two inches before I was backhanded. I spat blood, catching something out of the corner of my eye. Cougar saw it too, chuckling under his breath. We all turned to see Aisha, Jake taking in a breath.
“Now that’s a bad ass chick.” he whistled.
Just as the building blew up, we all sprang into action. Kicks, punches, and jabs were thrown until we got all the guards down. Clay met us once he’d escaped from his captors yielding his weapons. Once I got Jake out of his cuffs, he bruised his mouth to mine.
“Hey! Can one of you numbnuts help me up!” Pooch yelled, pulling at my ankle.
“Oops, sorry Poochy.” I giggled, Jake and I helping our friend up.
We took cover behind one of the shipping containers, readying ourselves for the fight that was to come. Jake openly stared at me, his eyes lingering on my tits and ass (typical). I winked at him over my shoulder, his cheeks turning an adorable pink.
“Holy shit,” Jake gasped, his eyes wide.
“What?” I asked worriedly.
“We’re getting married!” Jake exclaimed, and I couldn’t keep my laughter in.
“What the fuck? You mean I have to deal with this shit forever?” Pooch groaned, but I knew deep down he cared so much for us.
“Yes Poochy,” I grinned, slapping Jake’s ass playfully.
“Hey now! That’s my job!” he hissed, swatting my hand away.
The Losers, Aisha, and I all squeezed into a van Cougar had found, my hands working quickly to patch Pooch’s legs until we could get him to a hospital. Once we reached our destination, Jake along with Pooch and I headed to where Max had the Snuke. Jake had deemed Pooch, “legless Pooch”, a name he was not a fan of.
“I think it’s cute,” I butted in to their argument.
“It’s such a cool name, makes you sound like a pirate.” Jake grinned as Pooch rolled his eyes.
“You’re about to be headless Jensen.” he grumbled.
“Hey! You can’t kill the guy I’m marrying and probably will have babies with Poochy!” I protested, pouting as Pooch waved dismissively.
“You’re lucky I love you.” Pooch scoffed, loading his gun before taking shots at the guards.
We all then went into military mode, taking out the targets ahead. We cleared a path so I could take off to the Snuke, Jake running behind me while being my cover. A bullet whizzed past my head, gasping as I ducked at the last second. I kept running, drop kicking a guard in my way.
“God baby, you’re so fucking sexy.” Jake moaned, taking out more guards until we were both standing by the container holding the Snuke.
“Well…this-um-” I stammered as I stared at the contraption.
“A giant Easter egg from hell.” Jake nodded, radioing Clay our situation.
“Hey! I found a ride!” Pooch grinned, pointing at a ridiculous hummer limo.
After we sort of defeated Max, we were able to return to normal life. Aisha helped get our names cleared so Pooch could see his baby born, and Jake and I attended his niece’s soccer game. The Petunias weren’t doing too hot, they only had one point so far the whole game. Jake and I were sporting the cute pink shirts, but let’s be honest, he looked way hotter.
Jake gasped suddenly as another girl from the opposing team knocked his niece to the ground hard, jumping to his feet as he ran out on the field.
“Oh no!” he gasped, adorably running to help his niece.
I couldn’t help but to fall more in love at how much he loved kids, he was going to be an amazing father. We planned on getting married in the next month or so, and I was glad. Not only because I was marrying my best friend, but I had a little secret I was waiting to surprise him with.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when my fiancé started a screaming match with the ref. Jumping off the bleachers, I scurried over to try and break up the altercation.
“Who do you work for?! I want their name and number?!” Jake screamed as the ref continuously bumped her chest to his, screaming back at him to get off the field.
“Honey, honey! Come on, it’s ok!” I tried to soothe my angry Jake, unsuccessfully pulling at his huge bicep.
I signaled help from the team and it was ultimately Cougar and Clay pushing Jake off the field. I held his niece's hand until we got back to the car, having her promise me to not use the very bad language her uncle was using.
Jake was fuming the whole way to drop his niece off, and when we got home. It was so cute how passionate he was, it was one of the many things that made me fall for him.
“Baby are you even listening?” Jake called, angrily pacing our kitchen.
“Yes my love, I completely agree.” I hummed, pulling him to our bedroom in hopes to distract him.
Today was the day I was marrying my best friend, my Jakey. I always dreamed of having a more intimate wedding with just family and the friends I was closest to, fortunately that consisted of The Loser’s and their spouses, Pooch’s baby, Jake's sister, and his niece.
Clay walked me down the aisle, and Aisha was my maid of honor. Pooch stood next to Jake as I walked down, tears streaming down both of our faces. I was so excited to begin this adventure, to be with the man I loved. I couldn’t resist landing a sweet kiss to his lips once I made it to him, holding his hands tight in mine as we repeated the words that would bind us as one.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?” the preacher asked, looking to Jake.
“I do.” he nodded, squeezing my hand in his.
“And do you take this man to be your husband?” the preacher repeated to me.
“I do.” I smiled, inching closer to Jake.
“By the power invested in me, I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Jensen.” the preacher announced.
I didn’t wait another second before smashing my lips to Jake’s, my husband. He wrapped me in his arms, his tongue touching mine. I whimpered quietly against his lips, wanting more than ever for him to take me away and fuck me into next week.
“Hey nerds, can you guys finish this up AFTER the reception?” Pooch asked.
I unwillingly pulled away from Jake, pouting as we headed out.
The reception was held at mine and Jake’s shared home, all of us piling in the backyard. It had been a few hours, and I was getting impatient. I’d been trying to get Jake to sneak away for a quickie, but the stubborn man sputtered at the thought of someone catching us.
“Jakey come on, I’m so wet for you.” I whined in his ear, clinging onto his big frame.
“Y/n, honey we can’t!” he whisper yelled, but he couldn’t deny how hard he was.
“Please baby!” I huffed, pouting up at him.
“Be good or you won’t get laid at all tonight.” Jake hissed, the dominance in his tone made me melt.
It’s safe to say I was grumpy the rest of the reception until everyone left, Jake being the clean freak he is was running around to make sure the place was spotless. I smirked to myself as I came up with a plan, remembering I was wearing a special lingerie set for tonight that was bound to get his attention.
Jake choked on air as he caught me stripping in our living room, sprinting back inside. The lace hugged my curves perfectly, accentuating all the right areas. My husband wasted no more time and hoisted me over his shoulders, carrying me to our room.
“Ohhhh, so now I get my husband's attention?” I mocked, giggling when he threw me on our bed.
“You would have had it before if you’d just been good.” he said as he quickly undressed himself.
Once he was down to his boxers, he set aside his glasses before coming back between my legs. He rubbed up and down my thighs, caressing down to my calves as he brought up each leg and kissed them gently. His kisses then traveled down until he was on his knees, nipping along my inner thighs.
“You’re being so mean to your wife Jakey, being a tease.” I huffed, gasping when his hand shot out and smacked my still clothed pussy.
“You’re such a brat, I’m trying to be slow and loving to my wife on our wedding night, but you want to be fucked like a slut.” he growled, sending chills up my spine.
When I didn’t answer, his hand smacked me again. I moaned so ungodly loud it was almost embarrassing, but I knew Jake loved it.
“Yes! I want you to fuck me Jakey, please give it to me!” I sobbed out.
He stood, ripping his boxers off. My mouth salivated at the sight of his perfect cock, but was brought back when Jake ripped the lingerie off of me. I definitely wasn’t expecting him to roughly yank me down the bed, throwing my legs over his shoulders. We’d never done this position before, my nerves creeped up slightly.
They disappeared after he entered me roughly, not giving me a chance to adjust before he began rearranging my insides. He held my legs so tight I knew there’d be bruises, and the way his cock was hitting every spot inside of me I knew I wouldn’t walk tomorrow.
“I’ve fucked you so many times, yet your little pussy just seems tighter every time I take you.” he grunted, laying another loud smack to my ass.
“Don’t stop Jakey, fuck it’s so good!” I babbled, mewling as my orgasm approached.
“Yeah baby? Gonna let me fill you up?” he growled, pistoning his hips even faster.
“Yes! Fuck, please fill me up Jakey, I want it.” I whined, clawing his forearms as I came around him.
Jake had to slow a bit from how hard I was gripping him, spreading my legs out so he could see my cum leaking on his dick. My chest heaved as I panted, squealing when Jake swiped a finger from where we connected up to my clit. He tasted his finger, his eyes rolling back. I whimpered when he pulled out, missing the feeling of him being so deep.
“So tasty,” he hummed, seconds later burying his face into my pussy.
“Jake!” I gasped, yanking his hair hard from being so sensitive.
I pushed at his head, but that only spurred him on. His beard chafed against my skin, but the burn only added to the overload of pleasure. He suckled my clit into his mouth while his fingers entered inside of me, immediately curling into my gspot. My legs shook as I came, flooding my husband's fingers with my cum. He didn’t waste a second to move down and slurp up everything.
“No more Jakey, sensitive.” I panted, my eyes dropping as I met his blue ones.
“Hmmm, maybe if you weren’t such a brat I’d consider giving you a break.” he grinned, flipping me over on my stomach.
“Baby I’m sorry, please.” I whimpered, but couldn’t help the moan that escaped as he licked up my spine.
“My wife, so impatient and needy.” he hummed, smacking his hand on my ass as he spread my legs.
My mouth hung open, no sound leaving as he entered me from behind. My poor clit rubbed against our sheets as he rutted into me, tears streamed down my face from how good I felt. Jake hooked his arms under mine so his palms were on my shoulders, holding on tight to me as he railed his cock into me. I couldn’t hold my scream this time.
“Jake! Ah-oh fuck!” I squealed, gripping the sheets for dear life.
“Yeah baby, tell me who’s fuckin’ you this good.” he chuckled darkly, followed by a loud moan.
“You! You Jakey!” I cried, unable to control the sounds of pleasure leaving my lips.
I couldn’t tell you how many orgasms I had, what felt like hours later, Jake finally came inside of me. He pushed his hips all the way against me, making sure his cum was deep. He gently kissed my shoulder as we both came down, lazily nuzzling his face against my skin.
He slowly pulled out, rolling me on my back. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him towards me. He got my message, leaning the rest of the way to plant a sweet kiss to my lips.
“I didn’t hurt you did I baby?” he asked, worry clouding his eyes.
“Not at all, you were so amazing my love.” I smiled, kissing him once more.
After clean up, I sat Jake on our bed to reveal my other surprise. I pulled out the small ultrasound picture, handing it to him. Jake stared at it confused for a minute before he saw the word ‘baby’.
“Are you serious?” Jake asked, the biggest smile on his adorable face.
“We’re having a baby.” I whispered, my heart swelling with joy.
“Oh my god,” he chuckled, wiping a tear that fell from his eyes.
I hugged him tight, rubbing his back as he cried joyfully. He kissed and rubbed my belly, laying his ear on it.
“Hi little baby, it’s your daddy. I love you so, so much, I can’t wait to meet you.” he spoke to my belly.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
Jake looked up at me, pulling my legs so I straddled his lap.
“I’m so fucking happy, I love you more than ever, Mrs.Jensen.” he professed, leaning his forehead to mine.
“I love you Mr.Jensen.” I beamed, wrapping my arms around his neck.
The rest of the night we spent talking to my belly, to our little baby.
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Jordan, hear me out. Professor Loki suddenly takes a liking (and an obsession too) to the our little TA!reader.
Professor Shangqi doesn’t like it one bit…imagine the possessiveness and dominance oozing out of this man. He’s going to rail you into tomorrow and leaves visible love bites to show you and Professor Loki, who you truly belong to
Letters and Love Bites
Genre: smut
Warnings: yandere themes, Professor Loki is creepy af, Professor Shangqi is possessive, office sex, tit worship, fingering, cum tasting, finger sucking, implied intercourse, reader is a fuckin savage 💀, cute shit at the end :')
Word count: 1.3k
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Notes: Holy shit thank you Isla for indulging me with in this yummy concept 😛😛 I know some folks wanted Professor Hiddleston but yandere!Professor Loki added so much spice to this 😈 it ended up being more plot based than smutty but I hope it still suffices lol. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
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Professor Loki Laufeyson was your senior seminar professor. Loki was enamored by your intelligence and beauty that he kept you behind class so he could flirt with you. You were too nice to say no to him, but the more you allow him to talk to you, the more obsessive his behavior becomes.
He offered to walk you to Shangqi's office or wherever Shangqi asked you to meet him that day. Even though you were assertive with Loki, he would still walk alongside you as you met with your secret beau. Shangqi spotted you in an instant, beaming with excitement…until he saw his least favorite colleague following shortly behind you.
"Laufeyson...can I help you?" Shangqi spat as you hurriedly joined his side. Shangqi sensed your worry when you linked your arm around him. Loki blinked at you, then glanced at Shangqi, then back at you. He nodded when he came to the realization of your relationship with Shangqi.
"Your TA is quite the star, Professor Xu." Loki flashed a sinister smile, adjusting his tie. "I had my suspicions about you two. Normally, I would’ve reported it by now, but I have taken a liking to this lovely student.” You gulped, feeling Shangqi’s muscles tense underneath you. “Enjoy your evening." As he whipped around to walk away from you and Shangqi, his sharp nails dug into the handle of his briefcase until the leather ripped to shreds.
One day, Shangqi received a mysterious letter in his mailbox at his office while waiting for you to get out of a meeting with your graduation advisor. He noticed the letter is not addressed to him, but instead to you. His blood began to boil and he slammed his fist on his desk. He recognized that handwriting from anywhere.
You entered his office to find Shangqi pacing back and forth. You stopped him by grabbing his hands and gave them a slight squeeze. He lifted your hands to his face, placing small kisses on them. You were about to ask him what happened before he opened his mouth.
"That motherfucker, Laufeyson!” Shangqi yelled, making you jump a little. “Who the fuck does he think he is? That asshole needs to learn to stay in his fucking lane." He grabbed the letter on his desk and shoved it in your face. Fear was displayed across your face as you tore the envelope open and read the letter with Shangqi. The piece of paper fell to the ground once you read it in its entirety.
The words Loki wrote to you made your insides twist until they got caught in your throat. You didn't know if you should cry, throw up, scream, punch a wall, or punch Loki. It hurt Shangqi more than it hurt you. He never saw you in this state and if you couldn't tell that he was pissed, now you could.
"Baby, go lock the door. Now." The sternness and urgency in his voice caught you off guard, but you obeyed his orders. He pushed all the contents on his desk onto the floor and slammed you on top of the desk. It didn’t take long for you both to be naked in the middle of his office. However, he took his time with leaving sweet kisses on your bare skin before harshly sucking bruises that he knew Loki would see during your next class.
“My beautiful girl,” Shangqi whispered before trailing his tongue along the fresh wound centimeters from your nipple. “I love you so much.” He closed his lips around your taut bud, causing you to gasp into the back of your hand.
“Sh-Shangqi,” you moaned as his mouth warmed you up, blood rushing to the rest of your body.
“That’s right, beautiful! Say my name like that.” You whimpered his name repeatedly as Shangqi inserted his fingers inside your warm pussy. He rotated between soft nibbles and kitten licks on your nipples. The mixture of stimulation made it harder for you to keep quiet while other surrounding classrooms and offices were occupied.
“You’re mine and only mine, baby girl. No one is allowed to look at you or touch you the way I do. No one can make you feel the way I make you feel. Not even that piece of shit Laufeyson can satisfy you the way I do. Isn’t that right, bub?” The more Shangqi talked, the more aggressive his fingers fucked your insides.
“Yes, Professor! I don’t want that piece of shit to be anywhere near me. Make me forget about him, please, sir, please!” Shangqi smiled against your breast, unlatching from your swollen peak with a wet pop. Then, he yanked his fingers from your wet hole, sucking your nectar off his digits.
He growled, “Oh I’ll make you forget him alright. And I’ll make sure that asshole doesn’t ever make my gorgeous baby girl scared again.”
You lost track of how many times Shangqi made you cum that day. When you were finally spent, Shangqi held you close to his sweaty body. He traced over the hickies that trailed down your figure, smirking in satisfaction over his fine work. Suddenly, he reached down to grab a pen and sheet of paper from the ground.
“What are you doing?” You questioned. Shangqi began furiously scribbling on the paper.
“Giving this prick a taste of his own medicine,” Shangqi hissed. “I’ll show him what happens when he fucks with my baby.” His possessiveness over you made you throb again. You stroked his cock to attention again before settling back on it once more.
After another session of rough, mind blowing sex, Shangqi finally finished his response to Loki’s letter. You formulated the idea to personally deliver the letter to Professor Laufeyson during your next class with him. When Loki saw you strutting up to him after the rest of your peers left, he smirked devilishly.
“So I take it, you read my letter?”
“I have,” you dryly answered, forcing a smile. “Figured I’d write back to you and hand deliver it myself.” Loki snatched the paper from you, adjusting his glasses so he could read the print better. He skimmed over it, his face dropping when his eyes fell on Shangqi’s signature.
“Now, hang on-“
“No, Professor, you listen to me. I didn’t like what you said in that letter.” You paused. “You can probably imagine the anger on Shangqi’s face when he found out. But that’s besides the point. If you don’t leave Shangqi and me the fuck alone, I’ll give your letter to the Dean and have your ass kicked out of the university. Got it?” You huffed an angry breath before crossing your arms as lifting your chin in the air. Loki nodded with a raised eyebrow.
“Very well, darling. I won’t bother you and your beloved professor any longer.”
You smiled proudly. “Good to hear.” Now it was time for your payback. You pulled down the collar of your turtleneck sweater to reveal the bruises on your neck. Then, you pretended to fan your neck when you caught Loki staring at your love bites. You innocently giggled at his dumbfounded expression.
“It’s a little hot in here.” You snapped the collar back towards your neck, heading towards the door. You dismissed Loki, not even bothering to acknowledge the defeated look on his face.
“No way!” Shangqi laughed, throwing his head back. “You actually showed him your neck?” You and Shangqi were now at a sushi restaurant, discussing the details of your plotted revenge.
“It was very subtle,” you shrugged, shoving a tuna roll into your mouth. “But yeah, I did. I wish you could see the look on his face when he saw them.” You and Shangqi shared a laugh before he gazed into your eyes lovingly. He grinned, the faint mark on his cheek dipping into his dimples.
“This is why I love you. You’re just as crazy as I am.”
“Only for you, Professor Shangqi,” you replied, saying his title in a seductive tone. Shangqi winked at you as you fed him the last roll on your plate.
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It had been two days since Rintaro magically came out of your phone, and you still haven’t hung out with him. Well, you’ve been quite busy because of your work at the coffee shop and you didn’t have the time to converse with him. And this whole thing was still bizarre to you; you envied the way Oikawa was nonchalant about this whole thing.
You finally take the opportunity of talking to him by taking a seat in front of him at your dining table. Your apartment wasn’t the biggest; with only one bedroom, a small kitchen conjoined to the living room, and a cramped up bathroom—it was not ideal, but you managed. Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Oikawa would often crash at your place, and you would always question them why, as theirs were larger than yours.
“Hi, Rintaro?” The said robot quickly tears his attention to you as soon as the words come out of your mouth. You cover your mouth in shock, “Holy shit! This whole thing is still so new to me.”
“No worries,” He responds. His eyes travel from your face to your hand on the table, “Do you want to hold hands?”
Rintaro takes your hand in his much bigger hand and interlaces them together. It was warm and soft, which made you confused as to how it felt so human-like when he’s supposed to be made out of metal or something. That’s how AI works… right?
“You’re beautiful.”
“What?” You were in shock at his words. No one called you beautiful before. The adjectives people would always associate you with are shameless, eccentric, and loud. The status you earned in school was because of your four good looking and popular friends. Through the years, multiple comments about your appearance always rung through the air, and it tarnished your confidence. You coped by making jokes about it, but deep inside, it still hurt. It hurts, especially when you’re known as the outcast in your friend group. “Did Tooru tell you to say that? Should I adjust your settings?”
“No,” Rintaro gives you a shy smile. For a robot, his eyes sure are expressive. “It’s true.”
You sit at your table, stunned. This is scripted, right? He’s a robot, he isn’t a real person. He obviously won’t feel how fast your heartbeat is right now. He obviously won’t know how he’s affecting you right now. He’s clueless.
“Are you real?”
“I am your real boyfriend,” he answers. Rintaro pauses for a second as if he was scanning his files. “What do you wish to be called? Please choose from the following: Y/N, baby, or—”
“Baby,” you cut him off immediately. An excited grin breaks out of your face, you forgot the two of you were still holding hands, and you subconsciously squeezed his hand. He looks down and smiles fondly at the sight.
“Baby, can I open up to you about something?” You ask him, as he nods.
In your 24 years of living, you’ve done plenty of peculiar things. (Like that one time you signed up for a Sugar Daddy app because you couldn’t pay for your college fees anymore – and in your defense, you were being practical.) Though, you wouldn’t have ever imagined talking to a robot about your life problems. A literal robot. It isn’t like he would understand or has actual feelings; he’s a structure built for one’s desires and wishes. And for this case, your desire and wishes.
“When you called me beautiful earlier, it was such a shock to me.” It was the first time you talked to him, but you couldn’t help but feel as if you knew him since then. Rintaro felt like a safe space right away; it was like a break from the harsh reality you lived in. It was as if a missing piece from your puzzle was finally found. “No one called me that, ever since then.”
His eyebrows scrunch up, “What? No one?”
You nodded.
He takes your other hand in his until he has a grip on both of them. He rubs them softly with his thumbs. “Then I’ll make sure to say it every day until you learn how beautiful you are.”
He’s just a robot, but why does he feel so human?
Why does he feel like home already?
— *SCREAMS* I WANT ONE (1) RINTAROBOT I WANT HIM PLEASE
— hes so Fucking sweet and shit PLEASE 🤥
— ALSO U ARE BEAUTIFUL >:( AND I LOVE U !!! <3
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