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tonycries · 1 month

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"Pull On It. Harder."

Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lil’ ponytail - all while he's tonguefúcking you to insanity.

Pairings. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, they’re just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.

He’s never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist.

He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how he’d run his hands through your hair at night. Or how you’d intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.

And, of course, how you’d gather his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet f’me.”

Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway.

He isn’t too worried, though, knowing you’ll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.

“Soon” happens to be when he’s pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-

“Oh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue s’good.” Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.

Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. “Yeah, just like that.” you moan deliriously.

His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.

He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.

Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie.

Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt.

A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.

Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesn’t mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you.

It’s messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-

At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show.

His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.

“Fuck, baby- m’gonna- m’gonna hngh-”

And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk.

That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.

He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.

But the games are over now.

“Spread them f’me, sweetheart.”

Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.

Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till he’s all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what he’s been teasing you with for so long.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed.

“Baby- Hngh-” you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?

Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him.

Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming.

Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didn’t care. Not when you’re snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.

“Yeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.

Now, he doesn’t want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - it’s just it hurts so good when it’s you.

Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, “Ah! Hngh- oh, baby jus’ like that. M’gonna cum.”

Ha, as if he’d be that nice.

Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. “Not yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then we’ll see about that orgasm, hm?”

Because you love to see his face.

And, of course, he loves to see yours.

- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean

A/N. I’m ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Kink Bingo - Cumming Untouched

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Femdom, sub!Aegon, non-verbal baby, praise, soft domme, choking, crying, cumming untouched, Aegon is a needy lil slut that’s what he is okay

A/N: He’s got the best pouty face. You whores that follow me better send in a request or else I’ll just do this on my own for self-gratification w/ men crying😀

“Oh baby, you can’t help yourself can you?” she cooed. Her red nails curled around the leash, drawing it tight. Aegon’s cry was cut short by a choke. Violet eyes were red rimmed and watery as he trembled and whimpered in distress, so hard pressed to get to where he wanted. A thick black collar was wrapped around his bobbing throat— nothing else adorning his pale flesh.

The spoiled prince’s full lips were swollen and curled down in distress. He kept his hands dug into bare milky thighs. He had to or Mistress would punish him even more. She laid back in the leather chair, legs wide open around Aegon. He could only watch her glistening pussy in anguish, watch her digits slide in and out. Lewd squelching and Mistress’s pretty sighs filled his ears like music. He was going to explode.

She eased up on his collar, the blonde sucking in a desperate breath and exhaling with a wanton whine. He was shaking down to his soul, the prince was sure of that. His mistress just moaned softly and kept touching herself. Aegon’s cock throbbed painfully against his tight belly. He wanted to cum, like really really bad.

Mistress purred, “You’re such a little whore,” she pulled on the leash teasingly, “If I took a video they’d think it was a girl getting railed with the noises you make. I’m not even touching you.”

Aegon blubbered wordlessly, fat tears leaking down his ruddy cheeks. He mewled all helpless, trying to convey his message without speaking. He wasn’t allowed to speak. The blonde twitched and winced at his overfull balls throbbing. He pleaded with wet eyes. She derisively snorted, yanking his collar one time to gather the blonde’s wits.

“You wanna fuck me baby?”

Aegon nodded in jerky movements, whining happily. His cock leaked against his belly at the anticipation of her hot cunt. Mistress pulled her fingers from her pussy with a lewd noise. The blonde’s eyes widened as her glistening digits moved to his face. She laughed, “Open wide sweetheart. A treat for my good little baby. Then maybe you’ll fuck me.”

He sucked and licked on her fingers ravenously, shaking underneath his clawing fingertips. Aegon continued to noisily moan and slurp, eyes rolling up into his practically empty head. His hips jerked against the air, rutting against nothing. Mistress rambled, “Gods you’re so perfect. My toy, s’only good for looking pretty and slutty. Doubt you’ll even be able to fuck me without blowing,” she scoffed with no real heat, “Helpless.”

Aegon sucked in her words like a sponge, growing more taut and shaky. Mistress’s pretty little slut. That’s all he wanted to be. Sit and look beautiful between her thighs. He laved needily against Mistress’s fingers, violet eyes searching her own. His cock throbbed and twitched when she pulled out to thumb his swollen lips, moving downward to lightly press his bruise mottled throat.

She grinned, teeth glinting against the candlelight. Aegon mewled again, trying to keep from touching her or his rapidly swelling cock. He was close to just cumming from her heady attentions. Mistress choked him tighter and hissed. His lower belly grew hotter, so, so much hotter in pleasure.

“Cum now. Whore.”

The prince crumpled with a wheeze, confused sobs leaving his wracked frame. His cock pulsed and shot rope after rope of spend. Somewhere in the blinding pleasure and Aegon’s wailing she had slipped down to hold his overwhelmed frame. Aegon never had been hit so hard by an orgasm, still shaking and leaking on his belly. He whimpered his mistress name lowly, nuzzling instinctively into her tits. He was achy and tired now.

She pet his pale curls and murmured, “Good boy, so good for me Aegon. Pretty little prince. Cumming without getting your dick wet,” she squeezed him tenderly, “I’ve trained my slut well.” He rasped between her pillowy breasts, “M’your pretty slut. Only me.” Aegon possessively wrapped his limbs around her waist, seeking to almost climb onto Mistress’s lap.

She laughed, “Only you Aegon. Only you.”

#aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #dom reader #kink bingo #asks open #hotd smut #sub!aegon #aegon targaryen x reader

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cryptid-moose · 6 months

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I remember in Season 7 Episode 3 (Lassie Jerky) Lassiter saying "I would rather spend all day at the mall with Mcnab" and god i think that would be such a fun episode subplot. - Obviously Lassie would never do this unless he was MAJORLY guilt tripped or it was against his own will, and considering how Buzz reacts in "Shawn Gets The Yips" when Shawn says hes thirsty, im assuming it'd definitely be the former lol - Mandatory shopping montage where Buzz tries on clothes while Lassie sits in a chair and shakes his head and critiques every outfit -Buzz convinces Lassie to try on some stuff too, Lassie's ego gets a lil boosted when he finds a jacket he really likes 😌 (get this poor guy some actual civies PLEASE) - Buzz just rambling about random stuff while Lassie is behind him struggling to carry the 20 bags worth of clothes they bought (only one or two are filled with clothes for Lassiter) - Them sitting in the food court eating mediocre mall food while Buzz infodumps about his wife Francine, Little Boy Cat (they probs renamed her lol), all his special interests, etc. Lassiter oddly finds himself not 100% annoyed listening to Buzz talk about his life. - Buzz begs Lassie to go in a pet shop to look at the puppies and Lassiter can't say no cause hes a major dog lover - Buzz and Lassiter walk in just to catch Gus and Shawn in the middle of their weekly visit to pet the bunnies - Buzz somehow ropes Lassiter into helping him adopt a puppy for Francine's birthday (the puppy is a chocolate lab named juniper, ive already drawn all this out like almost a week ago HUSADVSHVEFVHU) - Shawn teases Lassiter and tells him to "Have fun on his date" while buzz and lassie are leaving the pet store. This could either be interpreted as Shawn's usual antics or if you're a Shassie fan, Shawn hiding the fact that hes MAJORLY jealous lmao I could say more but ive been rewriting the same exact bullet points for like 30 minutes and rereading it for another 20 minutes ADHSVFUVHU

#I hc Little boy cat is named Sadie now 💪#carlton lassiter #buzz mcnab #im on the lassie needs more friend-dates bandwagon 😤#i bet that man rarely leaves his house for non work related reasons #poor man needs enrichment time outside of his enclosure!!!!!#also I love francine mcnab so much shes everything to me #shes rarely ever mentioned in the show but ive already drawn her and come up with her entire personality and interests and her backstory #shes basically my oc now 😭 HUADVFHUVH #psych #psych hcs #forest fumbles

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enden-k · 10 months

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i like when muscly dudes have a lil bit of fat, like nice full flesh with some give, i dont wanna cuddle a beef jerky dehydrated boy gimme the JUICE

truth ! ! they shouldnt be just all muscle, they need some fat too

#when u grab and some spills out when theyre relaxed and soft.......biting my hands hard rn #reply

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ladylooch · 6 months

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Have Lexie or Emma ever touched themselves in front of Nico or Timo?

With how much those boys are on the road? Definitely. We talked about this a lil bit in this blurb with Em and T.

18+ below

As for Lex, Nico has a whole, PRIVATE, album in his phone for when he is away. It's a compilation of smutty pictures, small videos, and any other crumb Lexi will give him.

He's on his hotel bed in Montreal, homesick at the tail end of a road trip when his phone dings. It's late. He expected Lexi to be in bed. She is, with her fingers in wet & hot places that he wants to be buried. Her pretty moans reach his ears, slickness too, as she touches herself freely and confidently. It's a quick video. Nico's painfully hard thinking of her playing in their bed without him.

Baby, you're killing me. Send more.

Come home soon, cap. So we can play together.

Another ding and there she is again on his screen. This time her breathing is louder. She's moaning his name like he's the one making her feel that good. Nico pulls himself out of his pants. He watches as her muscles tug her fingers deeper into her folds. His mouth goes dry as he moans back to her, matching her neediness from hundreds of miles away. Then she arches as she comes, just how he likes. Nico gets two, jerky strokes of himself before he's combusting against his stomach. His breathing is ragged. He sees stars as he drops his phone back to the bed.

Holy shit.

He needs her immediately when he gets home.

#b answers #what my world spins around au

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waterfallofspace · 10 months

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Just something small for D/azai's birthday. Whipped this together pretty quickly, so don't expect anything great, but I love this man so I had to do something~!

Mentions it being his birthday, but it's not focused on that situation, as Poni and Vic already did top quality wavs about that kinda thing! (Totally go check them out, Poni's also features art from Hachii which is ADORABLE!!)

Characters: C/huuya and the Birthday Boy D/azai Word Count: 1.5k (jus a lil short thing!)

(References to violence, swearing, implied death and blood, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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The remnants of their mission lay strewn across the open plains, the smell of copper lingering in the air. Chuuya wipes some dirt from his jacket, pointing a snarl at Dazai. The bastard seems oblivious, a light shining in his eyes as he surveys the scene. One word pounds at Chuuya’s head as he watches. Majestic.

A light wind whistles through the grass, gliding along the fields as Dazai lifts himself from the ground, wiping something red from his hands. The draft rustles his hair, each strand seeming to dance on the breeze. Chuuya can’t stop himself from looking, mind captivated by the beauty Dazai possesses, even in a place like this.

“Is Chuuya planning to keep staring? I know my beauty is show-stopping, but we do have some papers to find in one of their pockets.”

“Huh!? Wh- what are you on about, you ass?”

“I believe I just said, finding the papers. Must I do everything myself?”

With an effortless motion, Dazai dips to his knees, leaning towards one of the fallen soldiers. Chuuya feels another surge of affection, quickly dulled as he aims his focus at another body nearest to him, gloved hands rifling through their jacket. ‘It’s just the adrenaline rush from the battle, that’s all. It’s jus- what is he doing?’

Chuuya finds himself leaning against the ground as he watches Dazai’s movement pause. There’s a beat where time seems to stand still, Chuuya unable to break free from the spell.

Finally Dazai moves again, his back shaking slightly as he reaches down to steady himself. Feeling his heart stop, Chuuya’s mouth hangs open, thoughts racing. ‘I- is he… crying..?’

Dazai stands again, this time jerky and forced. Chuuya echoes his movements, activating his gift to add a fluidity to the actions. Once they’re both upright Chuuya lets his gaze drift over Dazai’s form.

‘Despite a slight shine to his eyes, there doesn’t seem to be any sign of tears… Maybe he was laughing? I didn’t hear anything, but that would be just like the bastard.’

“You really couldn’t use corruption? Even just a little bit?” Dazai pouts, twirling on his heel to face Chuuya. He raises a hand to sniffle against, a fake sigh spilling out as he raises an arm to drape across his face, dramatic as ever. “I had to get my hands dirty.”

“You ass- you know how- you… you just… it…” Chuuya growls, shouts dissolving into furious muttering. Dazai laughs in return, a strained sound that leaves Chuuya’s hairs standing on edge. ‘Maybe he really was crying…? No, that’s ridiculous… he can’t be… but-’

“What a way to spend a birthday; out in a field.” Dazai’s voice cuts into his mind, a quality to it that Chuuya can’t seem to place. “Not my ideal choice, I hope you know. I’d much rather be in a nice cozy river, drifting along with a beautiful gi-”

“It’s not like I wanted to spend my day like this either. Besides, birthday’s don’t really mean anything. You’re a year older, so what? You’re constantly getting older, who decided that ‘a year’ is the important one?”

“Chuuya’s awfully cynical today. Is it the idea of me finding happiness, or the bohh… bodies-”

There was more to the taunt, but it’s lost in the wind as Dazai dips back towards a body, kneeling as he jerks forward. His hands graze over the jacket of the fallen, but it seems more like an afterthought. Finding the papers is certainly not important enough to cut off his brilliant comeback.

“Okay seriously, what’s with that?”

Dazai doesn’t make any effort to turn himself to Chuuya, instead sending a “what’s with what?” over his shoulder. Chuuya’s about to reply when Dazai answers for him, a squeak breaking free as his shoulders tremble once more.

“Are you crying?”

A tense silence falls over the meadow, even the birds seemingly pausing their songs. With an air of grace he lacked before, Dazai brings himself up to his full height. Letting his eyes drift down he meets the harsh gaze, a water present in his eyes that sucks Chuuya’s breath away. At least, until he begins to speak.

“Yes, I am in fact. It’s just such a tragedy. Such an important day, one that should be filled with celebration! Instead I’m wasting it in this field with Chuuya, who didn’t even get me a present!”

He wipes his eyes with a convincing sniffle, only downplayed by the smirk creeping across his cheeks bringing a glint to his watering eyes. Chuuya huffs in response, pointing a snarl at the ground as his head rushes over the facts.

‘He wants me to think that he’s crying? No wait- he wants me to know he’s joking, but there’s still tears in his eyes? Damn it! Knowing that bastard, me being uncertain is exactly his plan. It’s all a distraction.”

“I mean,” Dazai begins once more, clearing his throat lighty before continuing, “Chuuya’s just so useless now. It’s enough to bring a tear to your eye.”

“Huh?!”

“I mean, sure sure, Chuuya shot the bullets. But it was my plan, all you did was follow it. To the letter, might I add. Quite boring honestly.”

“You were hoping I’d ignore your plan?!” Chuuya gawks. Dazai smiles at this, a deep chuckle breaking out, laced with the familiar superiority that sends chills down Chuuya’s back.

“I was hoping you’d do something in- inter… eh’gNT-! ek’nXT-! Interesting. Or at least not make me do work on my special day!”

The sneezes are directed into his fist, expertly stifled, almost as if it took no effort whatsoever. A pang of jealousy runs through Chuuya; he’s never quite been able to get the hang of that trick. ‘Okay, so he’s sneezing… why wouldn’t he just tell me that?’

Dazai seems to be too preoccupied with his nose to notice the intensity of the look Chuuya shoots his way. It’s clear there’s something irritating him. Each breath leaves his nose scrunching, there’s a pinch to the corners of his watery eyes, and his tongue peeks out between his lips.

Oblivious to the scrutiny, Dazai turns a glare over into the field. Chuuya tracks his gaze over to a group of lilies sprouting near the edge of a stream. The wind swirls around them once more, a wave of yellow floating into the air at the water's edge.

From the corner of his eye, Chuuya catches Dazai noticeably shuddering, before ducking into his collar with a harsh, “heh’yeEISHHH’shoo-! ah’yiiESHHHihhh’oo-!”

“Shit-” Chuuya yelps, catching himself as the volume nearly knocks him off his feet. “You bastard, warn me-”

Dazai turns to face him, nose almost quivering, a deep pink tint seeping down into his cheeks from the dripping appendage, tears spilling down his face. He opens his mouth, seemingly to speak, but hitching spills out before any words can break free, his hand raising to pinch his nose long enough to get a weak sentence out.

“N- nohhht… notdone-!”

“Oh fuck, are you oka-”

“hH’KIIEESHHhh’oo-! ah’YIZIISHHh’oo-!”

There’s no attempt to cover, instead Dazai leans away from Chuuya, aiming towards the ground as another set of explosions bursts free. He mutters something through the gasping that might have been an apology before spinning further away and dipping once more with a full body shudder.

“ihhHKEIZSHhh’oo-! Sorry I- I hahhh… have to- I’mgonnakeep- hahh’TIEZZHHh’shoo-!”

“Just- hold on, okay? I think I have… somewhere around here,” Chuuya offers, digging through his pockets. Finding his prize, Chuuya holds out the handkerchief with a snarl, pointedly avoiding meeting Dazai’s eyes. “Blow your damn nose.”

“Aww, is this a birthday present after all Chuhh… hehh… Chuuya?”

“No!? I- I just want you to shut up, that’s all. You’re gonna be sniffling and whining all day anyways. I don’t need to deal with you having an ongoing allergy attack as I drive you home.”

“Whatever you say! I knew Chuuya ca… heh… cared- ahh’YIIECHHUUU’ya-! heH’KKCHHUU’ya-!”

Chuuya aims a roundhouse at his chest, snickering as Dazai has to take a step back to catch his balance. The bastard coughs lightly and Chuuya crosses his arms, “You wanna keep bathing in your allergen, or can we leave now?”

“ihhKIESZShhh’oo-! ek’eAASHHhh’oo-! Oh ouch…” Dazai snaps into the handkerchief, staring to straighten up as his eyes gloss over once more, “W- wait… heH- tiEZSHhh’oo-!”

The third catches them both off guard, Chuuya practically kneeling on the ground as he lunges to grab Dazai’s shoulders. The bastard nearly faceplants from the force of it, Chuuya shooting a rough, “Christ, you dumbass.”

Dazai dips back into the cloth with a fierce blow, moaning as an airy “hh’tiezshh’oo-! kiezshh’oo-!” slip out. Chuuya huffs, tapping his foot as Dazai blows again, before finally giving Chuuya a genuine look over the folds of the cloth.

At a volume only Chuuya would be able to hear, barely a whisper above the rush of the wind, Dazai lets another moan fall from his lips, nipping on the heels of, “Tibe to go hobe.”

Chuuya smiles. An actual smile, one he hasn’t let himself do in a very long time. Taking Dazai’s arm and wrapping it around his shoulder, they head off back towards his motorcycle, Dazai pausing every so often to dip into his collar with another, softer, outburst.

“Hey, you better not sneeze on me while we’re driving.”

“I make no prohh… prombises- ek’tiezshh’oo-! hk’enzshh’oo-!”

“Bastard. And uh… happy birthday…”

“en’kshhh’oo-! eh’tiezshh’oo-! Why thagk you Chuuya!”

“Shut up, you ass.”

#waterfallwrites #its short and not that sweet but!!#its jus a lil bday present for our beloved bastard #so hopefully that's acceptable~!!#s/oukoku #d/azai #c/huuya #b/sd

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ebonyan-meori · 9 months

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@the-old-guard-of-the-legion

As the young frankie would be doing what Frankie does he would notice someone walk behind him standing high and tall about 6'5 or so. He would look down at the young Frankie offering a hand full of beef jerky. "You look like you could use some Sir Frank, take as much as you need sir. Can I ask why your a cat boy?"

he stared up at the taller and raised a gay lil leg before setting it down and sniffing the jerky, curious...is it poisoned? cause he will eat it anyway as he spoke before taking it in his gay lil mouth

"accident, the entity that brought me accidentally turned me and a few others into animal like people, but i don't mind it actually suits me just fine...do you want to pet me?"

he offered his head while he chewed on the jerky, any nutty sauce or flavorings in this will kill him right off the bat but he is willing to risk it for the good flavors!!

#when you're nutllergic but love peanut butter #thats him #also hello~~#the-old-guard-of-the-legion

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mysticcomfort · 8 months

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hi i just wanna say ur ocs are all very swag and i would like to know more (free infodump space)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA REALLY??

Thank you so much!!!

Anywho, you ask for info dump, you shall get the info dump~

Florian is my resident shit head, he’s a fae(Dino-fae man as @nebbynebbu likes to call him)

He very much can and will kill someone, sometimes for a reason, sometimes because they breathed wrong. He’s a bit silly like that.

Definitely got bastard pred energy to the max, but if he knows you or is close to you, you might be lucky enough to see him have *gasp*

✨Emotions✨

you know- the kind outside of the jerky bad boy with half a brain cell that everyone pines for in a romcom.

Oh- and he’s a nibbler. He knows he has razors for teeth but he’s surprisingly careful with them if he wants to be. When it comes to vore, licks, and anything else ranked in that category this man does not believe in consent. If he wants you in his mouth, tummy, or to lick you, there is only one option.

Degon is basically Florians worst nightmare. He stronger than him so it gives him small pp energy.

Speaking of Degon, hes basically the equivalent of a eldritch god, but its a normal species in that world so he’s not actually considered a “god.” The metal piece he wears on his jaw is actually a status symbol, but he doesn’t wear it a lot. He prefers to let people fuck around and find out.

He may seem more stoic on the outside but its not really true on the inside. He can be pretty touchy when someone’s inside due to having four arms. He wears a trench coat to hide his second set (it also helps when people are around and he does want to be touchy, because they wont notice if its buttoned up.) Also, don’t be surprised if an e eyeball randomly forms on the stomach wall near you, sometimes he just wants to know how his lil guy is doing. If he doesn’t know or care about you though he can be a pretty cold pred, he’s also more quiet to begin with so it doesn’t really help. That’s part of why he’s touchy when it is someone he cares about.

He’s also a higher status pred then Florian because of his abilities and how he can manipulate the inside of his stomach. He can just about eat anyone he wants if they’re weaker than him.

I don’t want this to run on too long but if you have any specific questions or want me to touch on Myst as well, let me know!

#THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK #ILY ANON #guys this is my anon now they gave me attention #I know I’ve only had anon for a few minutes but if anything were to happen to them I’d kill everyone in the room and then myself #safe vore #soft vore #safe v/ore #soft v/ore #vore art #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #vore asks #mystic asks

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🦎 Whistling, footsteps, skip-hop-skip — Before they stop, punctuated with wide eyes and a tilt of the head. He stops, squats.

"Hey lil' guy!" A chortle. "You remind me a bit of a friend of mine, actually. Hmmm..."

There's a bit of shuffling, and Edward pulls out a bit of jerky he usually keeps around as treats for Green Bean, or the monastery wolves (and sometimes himself), and holds it out to what he thinks is definitely just a cute critter.

"You want some?"

The reptile slowly approaches, gently grabs onto the jerky and gives a hard yank! 🥓🦎💨

Quickly the lizard takes off with the small chunk of delicious jerky. Dheginsea appreciated the food that the boy had offered. Seeing as that this tiny body, despite its size, got hungry rather quickly. However he wasn’t about to hang around this child. Not wanting another mob to form so soon after being able to properly rest. And while Dheginsea isn’t the paranoid type, the boy didn’t seem to have any malicious intentions, he is the cautious type. He had no reason to trust this boy after all and it would be better for him to find some secluded place to eat this meat.

#toaaprilfools #(( more green been lore for wild🥺?))#ic

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Concept idea. The boys, basically everyone that is part of the 1975 family ,goes to the zoo. The reader is friends with them and is dating Matty as well. How do you think this trip would go?

It would ABSOLUTE CHAOS!!! Hann starts out looking after his baby boy but ends up having to supervise Matty. Cuz Matty wants snacks. The bathroom. A slushie. Throws human food to the monkeys. Wants to give the lion some beef jerky. He ends up eventually, picking up Adam’s kid and letting him do all the things that Adam and Carly are too afraid to let him do. Like stick his fingers into the animals cages. Bang on the glass so the sleeping animals would wake up and he can see them properly. Letting him feed the giraffe and scream and giggle when he sees it’s mouth open.

Charli and George are busy being hot and wayyy too into each other. They’re in their own lil bubble talking about ranking the animals from most likely to survive an asteroid or whatever, and occasionally watching Adam’s kid squeal with joy when Matty lets him do something cheeky, snd thinking that they’d like one of their own one day. Ross is somehow the one with the map like “okay the peacock is up next if we go this way. But guys, the lady at the help desk said the panda sleeps early so we should probably move fast if we wanna see it.”

Everyone’s trying to listen to Ross but Matty and Adam’s kid are holding everyone up. Matty’s always looking for his gf like “babe, come see this!” And it’s just a gorilla taking a shit. He does his little boyish giggle at every small thing. Especially when Adam’s kid is laughing. Matty finds the things that amuse kids very amusing. So he’s mostly laughing at the kid’s laughter but it’s the most adorable thing ever and makes her think that if they had kids, he’d be the best dad ever.

Jamie is peak photographer. You know the friend who’s always taking pics “for the memories.” That they’re too busy filming and photographing everything to actually have the experience? And he’s constantly making everyone squeeze together so he can take group pictures.

Carly and Adam keep handing their kid things to eat. Like little zip lock bags of animal crackers or kid’s breakfast bars or cheese puffs. but of course Matty eats half of everything because “well he didn’t want it so he handed it to me.” And it’s like, no Matty with kids, you have to keep encouraging them to eat! Especially in a new and stimulating environment. But he’s just like “okay but what brand are the cheese puffs cuz they’re actually quite good.” When Carly isn’t listening, Adam is like “yeah, I eat them sometimes when I’m looking for a late night snack.” And then start betting on which animals would try them if they threw some into the cage.

Every time they come across a food stand or some merch or whatever, Matty wants to buy his gf something. “Baby, look, you’d look cute in this alligator hat,” or “you wanna get this giraffe mug?” She ends up caving and getting a corny t shirt with a dad-joke or pun about animals on it. She and Matty get the same matching shirt. She also ends up helping Matty get Adam’s kid to sit still and get a butterfly painted on his face. Matty gets one on his hand cuz the kid wanted them to have matching butterflies. Jamie, of course, has filmed the entire painting experience. Adam and Carly and giving their kid the sweetest encouragements and compliments. “You look so beautiful. You wanna see the real butterflies? They might think you’re one of them. Baby hold still let me take a picture. No it’s fine. You can drink water it won’t ruin your butterfly face.”

By the time they get to the other side of the zoo, it’s 45 minutes from closing time and they get burgers and fries and huddle over a teeny tiny table and eat. Everyone has their food in their laps and everything is a mess and they’re all sweaty and exhausted but just happy to all be together and still do stuff as a group even as each of their lives has grown and the group has double in size cuz everyone has their partner or kid or something with them.

#matty concepts

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REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 18/02/2023 (Linkin Park, Central Cee, Lovejoy)

For a fifth consecutive week, “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus is #1 on the UK Singles Chart. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

As always, we start with the notable dropouts – songs exiting the UK Top 75, which is what I cover, after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week, the list includes both some more recent tracks like “Nonsense” by Sabrina Carpenter, “Shakira: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 53” by Bizarrap and Shakira, “About You” by The 1975 and “snowfall” by Oneheart and reidenshi as well as some more long-term hits like “Moving All Around (Jumpin’)” by Schak featuring Kim English, “Rocket Science” by Clavish featuring D-Block Europe, “How Do I Say Goodbye” by Dean Lewis, “Mockingbird” by Eminem and finally, “All for You” by Cian Ducrot.

What’s filling up the blanks? Well, there are some returning entries, all of which are older songs just popping back up like “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi at #75, “Shivers” by Ed Sheeran at #69, “go” by Cat Burns at #64 (potentially the BRITs helped with these) as well as “When I Was Your Man” by Bruno Mars getting viral traction back to #50. The song originally peaked at #2 here in 2013, so I doubt its second run will reach those heights. This also brings us to our notable gains, which have some relation to the ever-disappointing BRIT Awards but also more general streaming gains. The gains this week include “Until I Found You” by Stephen Sanchez at #67, “Oh Baby” by Nathan Dawe and Bru-C featuring bshp and Issey Cross at #54, “Rush” by Ayra Starr at #44, “Just Wanna Rock” by Lil Uzi Vert at #41, “Never Not Gonna Dance Again” by P!nk at #40, “Forget Me” by Lewis Capaldi at #37, “Us Against the World” by Strandz at #27 – that’s a surprising amount of traction for that song since its debut, and it is likely to increase with the Digga D remix – “ceilings” by Lizzy McAlpine at #21, “Green Green Grass” by George Ezra at #14 and finally, Harry Styles reaped the benefits of his BRITs winnings with “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” at #57 and “As it Was” all the way back up to #7, because that song having a resurgence is definitely just what we needed.

Elsewhere in the top 10, we have our top five and it’s pretty predictable: “Sure Thing” by Miguel is at #5, “Kill Bill” by SZA is at #4, PinkPantheress gains up to #3 with “Boy’s a liar”, and we have the duo of “Escapism.” by RAYE featuring 070 Shake at #2 and of course, “Flowers” at #1. We have an interesting batch of new arrivals to look at next, most of which shouldn’t be unfamiliar names or faces, so I suppose let’s just get right into them.

NEW ARRIVALS

#74 – “Running out of Time” – Paramore

Produced by Carlos de la Garza

I’ve yet to hear the new Paramore record, This is Why, which of course debuted at #1 on the albums chart, and I’m not sure when I will because whilst I’ve heard decent reviews, I’m not that big of a fan when it comes to the singles they’ve released thus far. Will this be the one to convince me? Well, the song is one I can relate to when it comes to struggling to make time for anything other than the best intentions: “running out of time” is more running out of energy to focus on certain things at once, so a lot flies by the wayside. The lyrics detail a pretty disastrous daily routine over a jerky post-punk groove and pretty detailed guitar work that still ends up sounding quite of flat once we get to the chorus. Sure, there’s a drive to the riff, however staccato, but not enough when you have a refrain that is purely that one desperate excuse. It feels a bit too steady for a song which has content so outside of the lead vocalist’s control. Hayley Williams is as always an incredibly expressive vocalist with slightly on-the-nose lyrics, but outside of the almost universal feeling I get from this, I can’t say I dig it as much as I want to. This is the best single from the album I’ve heard so far, probably because it feels the most complete, but I still feel like there’s just a little something missing is all, and when Hayley’s putting in all the effort in the world with her vocals and songwriting, it seems especially disappointing that the band behind her is not exactly contributing in a way that feels like it fits the vision of her lyrics and performance.

#66 – “Special” – Lizzo

Produced by Ian Kirkpatrick, Max Martin, Pop Wansel and Daoud

To my surprise, Lizzo is still promoting this album, with the title track now getting a single release particularly due to a remix which for some reason is not credited on the Official Charts Company website when it is the only version getting a single push. I suppose I’ll have to cover the original version here, then. Like with most of LIzzo’s music, it’s definitely well-intended, basing the motivation in her own story, even if the narrative seems a bit clunky, but to be completely honest, this sounds terrible. The horns are as farty and plastic as they’ve ever sounded, and Lizzo is pushed so forward into the mix sometimes that her presence feels particularly overwhelming, especially when it follows the same spiteful self-motivation arc that a lot of these recent singles have had, which has never seemed particularly likeable to me, especially because it’s sugar-coated in an annoying empowering chorus wherein Lizzo seems unsure of her own lead melody, dressed in “luxurious” strings if your definition of luxurious was written by DJ Khaled. The drums are really weak in the chorus too, with the stiff R&B groove that barely registers as “alive” in the first place being completely drowned out. Then there’s the anger against cancel culture in the second verse which seems completely misplaced, especially because – I’ll say it again and again – it doesn’t exist, and if it does, it’s on the right wing. It’s a completely unnecessary and odd verse to place in there, and I feel like it both says nothing and doesn’t go far enough, making it occupy this awkward spot between being too abrasive for the song and sliding in there more subtly. The remix with SZA gets rid of the FIRST verse – you know, the only good part of the song – leaves the random bitterness in the second verse, and keeps pretty much everything else that made this insufferable, with SZA’s contributions mostly being backing vocals, and whilst she’s a more convincing presence than Lizzo – which is saying something – I’m still absolutely not on board with this. It’s just frustrating in a particularly annoying way because all intentions seem to be good with this one, but the song just sucks ass. I’m sorry.

#62 – “Love You Anyway” – Luke Combs

Produced by Luke Combs

It seems that if the UK is deciding on a token country star to prop up this side of the Atlantic, it’s going to be Luke Combs, and I’m not exactly complaining about that choice but it is strange to see a new country single find itself in the UK Top 75 this quickly. This particular song is entirely self-written and self-produced by Combs himself, and sadly, it kind of falls flat for me. I like the more organic sounds backing the typical country pedal-steel but the drums sound a bit too canned and as a result the song ends up being a bit of a slog despite the fact that it’s supposed to be a lovely ballad about how that nothing Combs’ partner could do would make him stop loving her. It’s a cute, well-written song, but I feel like its real place may not be on the charts but in a karaoke bar in Nashville. Thinking about that setting actually made me like the song a bit more: it has a “wham line” but it doesn’t emphasise it as much as it emphasises the entire chorus, so I feel like drinks are in hand and said hands are swaying in the air. With some better production, this could feel really transcendent, but as is, it offers a nostalgic enough vibe and the typical Luke Combs honesty and for that, it works well enough. I still like it.

#60 – “Here” – Tom Grennan

Produced by Jordan Riley, Lewis Thompson, LOSTBOY and Tom Grennan

I am still waiting for the moment that Tom Grennan releases a song that I actually like. That seems mean-spirited but the guy is so close to making music that is well up my alley... and he just doesn’t. “All These Nights” got really close – and honestly, I return to it more than I’d like to admit – but maybe with this new track, which he could have had more involvement with since it’s partly self-produced, he’s going to finally get there because I desperately want to like this guy. You know, it’s not the ideal sound I want to hear Tom Grennan over – 80s pop rock is still the play – but I... kind of love this? Sure, it’s faceless, with the odd vocal mix that is way too compressed and starts off with a really awkward intro, and the piano sounds like Downtown Abbey stock music, but Grennan brings his typical passion in a way that particularly hits this time around. Whatever he’s singing, it will always sound sincere coming from such a gruff yet waivering voice as Grennan’s, and given that this song is about pure love and devotion, him standing confidently amidst misty strings and a droning bass in that first chorus really caught me off guard. Then once the drums come in, they sound typical and digital, sure, but the echoing mix, alongside those backing vocal harmonies, make the song feel absolutely mountainous. Naturally, I’d prefer some real instruments rather than a rattling trap hi-hat in the chorus and bridge for some reason, as this really is a song that needs an organic grit to work as well as it can... but even with the trap drums and processed vocals, that final chorus hits hard and the droning confidence of the song feels like a mantra, with a gorgeous piano outro that kind of convinced me that this is also very, very close to actually being great. Come on, Tom, man, you’re nearly there! You’re getting closer and closer!

#45 – “If We Ever Broke Up” – Mae Stephens

Produced by Morgan Avenue

Another week, another young singer-songwriter with a semi-viral breakout single... yet this one is different because yes, ladies and gentlemen, Mae Stephens is from Kettering. North Northamptonshire stand up as we finally have some representation on the pop charts. On another note, the song is ass: its main motif is clunky and hard to follow, simultaneously not allowing for a nuanced perspective whilst also not allowing for an emotive performance, Stephens sounds half-dead for most of the song, leading to an even number performance on a disco beat that drags its feet through gross synth leads and a bassline that deserves more, with an attitude to composition that would be fun and impromptu if the song didn’t end abruptly without climax or if you know, anyone involved was actually alive because this sounds like it was made by a board room of corpses who have been reconfigured by AI to discern what the youths want to hear and produce some kind of posthumous-sounding pop hit for TikTok. With all that said, Mae, hey, I am just someone with a blog so if you see me in the street in the next couple months, which is actually a decent probability for once on this show, please understand that I do not mean any harm. Listen, at least you don’t get the treatment I give... certain acts on this blog. For example:

#32 – “Call Me What You Like” – Lovejoy

Produced by Dan Priddy and Mark Crew

It’s official: Minecraft YouTuber indie rock is here to stay. To be fair to Mr. Soot and his group of strapping young heartthrobs, I think they’re defined more by this band now than they are Creepers and Endermen, but if you start as a Minecraft YouTuber, as far as I’m concerned, you die a Minecraft YouTuber. When you start the song with “I never was a fan of the Internet”, I’m not sure if you’re even trying to hide it. As for the song’s quality, I actually think the lead despondent riff is pretty catchy and the drum production is genuinely excellent as it has enough aggression and violence when it comes in for the chorus but it never gets muddy, and you can hear every lift, every hit: it hits particularly hard against the fuzz of guitars that also sounds excellent: the lone squeal of one of the guitars parallels Soot’s falsetto in the chorus and oh, my God, I think I like this song. As for the content, it’s more barely witty self-deprecation, this time regarding his insecurity about what value he holds in a relationship, to the point where he’s basically accusing her of cheating, but it never really comes off as repulsive because he’s very aware of how slimey he’s being. The chorus is never anything other than awkward and the bridge is literally a goofy spoken word monologue about how much of a dumbass he is that is wonderfully 1980s and somehow 1920s at the same time. By the end of the song, it’s hard to believe he’s directing any of this towards his partner anyway, as his irrationality has clouded way too much of his judgement for it to be any more than self-contained frustration, which hits particularly hard with the tried-and-true half time drums on the final chorus. If Lovejoy are going to take more risks as well as having consistently excellent production and mixing for this specific niche, I’m excited to hear what they come up with next. Genuinely, I never thought I’d say that.

#31 – “Me & You” – Central Cee

Produced by E.Y. and RazorOnTheTrack

Alright, I’ll bite: what nostalgic track does this one sample? Well, this time, it’s not even original: not only have Lil Wayne and Young Thug flipped it, but fellow UK rapper Not3s took the Donell Jones sample of “Shorty (Got Her Eyes on Me)” less than two years ago. “Shorty” peaked at #19 here in the UK and was the 1999 follow-up to his only major hit, “U Know What’s Up”, one of the catchiest R&B songs of the 1990s. Sadly, MIST already took “U Know What’s Up” so Cench settled for seconds and this is genuinely awful. I know that’s what Central Cee does now: sample something recognisable under a drill beat and it doesn’t need to be good because it’s a joke song, and as long as he does some kind of playful flip of the sample and adds enough of his ad-libs, it’ll chart. That doesn’t mean it’s any less lazy even if it is his schtick. The sample is so badly mastered that the guitar sounds like came from an AI stem-splitter and Cench tries to play with a vocal loop of Donell Jones by allowing it to complete his sentence but the chipmunk distortion makes it basically indecipherable so he just sounds awkward as all Hell. The percussion is oddly gross and cheap-sounding this time around too, and Cench’s vocal mix is terrible, and that’s before even considering the lyrical content... and honestly, I don’t want to. It’s a gross two verses of desperate guilt-tripping, misguided and clunky analogies and then apologia for his own terrible actions, even cutting in a reference to his “Doja” song by saying he didn’t mean the infamous line in a “degrading way”. Hell, the vocal mix sounds particularly bad on that line so my guess is that he saw this wasn’t going to do as well because it was utter garbage and threw that line in there as a last resort to ensure it got into the top 40. Whatever goodwill I had for Central Cee on the back of a few good songs has been sucked dry with his recent string of singles because not only is the consent absolutely rife with manipulation alongside the flexes, the beats just get lazier and lazier, and no one around him is telling him no. So whilst I know he absolutely isn’t reading this, I’m going to tell him no: think about it in a business way. Sample drill isn’t sustainable – Cench made a song about manipulating his girlfriend, calling her an “endangered species” and then tripling down on the stupidest rap line of 2022... just for Donell Jones to reap all the profits. At least he knows what’s up.

#18 – “Lost” – Linkin Park

Produced by Don Gilmore, Chester Bennington, Dave Farrell, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Mr. Hahn and Rob Bourdon

I like Linkin Park. I know that’s the coldest take of all time but Chester Bennington was really something special when it came to dynamic vocalists, and the band around him kept on changing their sound to mixed results but always with the same degree of passion, of which I’m glad is living on through these anniversary releases. Last time they celebrated the anniversary of Hybrid Theory, they released what may be one of my favourite Linkin Park songs ever, “She Couldn’t”, as a previously unreleased single, which sadly didn’t chart despite being one of their most resonant and heartbreaking songs ever. As I get older, I tend to prefer their more lowkey, reflective moments like that song but the crushing nu-metal they’re known for is what’ll get them to chart, and naturally, to celebrate the 20th anniversary of Meteora, we have the previously unreleased “Lost”. Since 2003, when a five-second clip of Chester singing became a staple of Linkin Park fans’ wishlists, and the song had been constantly teased until finally, 20 years later, the holy grail is officially out. Was it worth the wait? Well, for devoted fans, I imagine that this is a relief of great proportions. For me, I love the dated industrial bleeping that was typical of this era of LP, and I almost wish all of the song functioned in this electropop model, because the turntablism, Shinoda’s echoing paranoia and incredible synths sound a lot better to me when not crushed under grovelling nu-metal, especially for a song about feeling lost and uncertain, wherein a looming paranoia seems more fitting than aggressive cathartic release. I can tell why this was never officially released – Chester’s vocal doesn’t sound final, the lyrics are a bit vaguer and incomplete, especially the really repetitious bridge, but it’s close. He’s as expressive as ever, especially on that chorus, and hearing Chester in any context posthumously hits in a specific way... but for someone who’s not a super-fan, it just can’t hit the same as someone who’s been following the song’s release for as long as it’s been known about. For some fans, this’ll mean the world, and I can’t take anything away from that.

Conclusion

This was a... mixed bag at least. Thankfully, there’s enough that’s decent here to balance out some of the outright garbage. Best of the Week goes to Lovejoy of all people for “Call Me What You Like”, which is a surprise for me, with Honourable Mention being kind of a toss-up but I think I’m particularly fond of Luke Combs’ “Love You Anyway”. As for the Worst of the Week, Central Cee takes it expeditiously for the disgraceful “Me & You”, with a Dishonourable Mention for “Special” by Lizzo which is again well-intentioned but sounds horrible in most aspects that aren’t SZA, and she’s not even on the original version. As for what’s next on the horizon, I have no idea, but thank you for reading and I’ll see you next week!

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Part 2 of I80 as a neighbor

Another time, I was leaving to deliver my oldest to a buddy’s house, when I noticed a Jeep wagon just pulling over on the shoulder of the interstate. It was a nasty icey spitting windy day. Figured I better pull out into the field by the fence at the interstate, to see if things were ok.

Lady and a young woman in the car. I’m standing at the fence, and they’d roll down the window a crack and yell all sorts of stuff I couldn’t hear. I said come to the fence.... Jeep wasn’t running.

Again lots of voices that couldn’t be heard. I jumped over the fence and as I walked up to the Jeep wagon, I heard the door locks go. I got to the Jeep and they cracked the window even less. I had to stick my ear right up to that crack to hear. I also noticed that they were hiding a very young girl between them.

“Everything is fine, My husband is right behind us.... he’ll pick us up....” I told them ok.... that’d I take a quick look if they wanted.... “no we are fine.”

I told them they are more than welcome to jump in my truck, and I’d take them to the house so they could get warm. “no no no... the mechanic is right behind us, we are fine”...

Husband and now mechanic.... they are spooked!! They feel I’m a threat. wow

Some more conversation.... “I know you farmers are good people.... I trust you but...” ..... “lady I’m no farmer” before I could finish my sentence... “well you look ok....” I’m a fireman....” “ I know you fire men are good people” .... “ and a linesman” .... “no we’re fine, they’ll be along any minute”.

Eventually I had to give up, she wasn’t having anything to do with what I was selling, as I’m some sort of interstate day light child rapist. “lady, I’m going to be gone for 45 minutes, if you are still here, I’ll come back out” .... “ok” it really was chilly out there for the 3 of them, but what ever, and no heat.

Got back from boy delivery, and there they still were. I drove out to the fence again across the field. Climbed the fence again. Again she cracked the window... pretty much all 3 cold now. She hands me a piece of paper, and says “ this is our mechanic/neighbor, he knows us, call him and tell him where we are, and we need help....” Again I invited them to the house to warm up.... No no no... we are fine.

I got to the house, called this guy. I gave him her name. He had no idea who she was, but said he’d drive the tow truck out there.

Traffic was pretty slow on the interstate with they blowing icey rain. So it wasn’t hard to see when their help finally showed up.

An hour and 30 minutes later, a tow truck putts down the interstate and jumps across to their side.

An hour and a half..... somebodies kids got really cold.

One warm summer night, I was listening to my scanner in the living room, and heard of a chase, being performed by the State Troopers. Sounded like they were coming our direction.

Sure enough, they were chasing a Chevy S10, at a slow rate of speed. I’d say there were 8 Troopers following this pickup.

Suddenly the S10 slammed on his brakes. Trooper slammed into the pickup and another knicked that car, and headed for the median only to hit another Trooper ...

S10 the reversed direction.... and the circus drove off to the west of us...

One fall evening, I was gone somewhere... not sure where, when a Guy all hopped up on “meth” came to the back door.

He was a mess, hallucinating, jerky, crazy stories, etc. Patti answered the door with Norton and Gertie. These huge dogs freaked the guy out a lil bit. He went on with his crazy, and Patti handed him a phone.

In the mean time, she called me on her cell phone. I’m blazing a trail home, to help.

I arrived and the only thing I could think of was to get this guy loaded into my truck and off the property. Some how with a conversation I convinced him to get in, and I hauled him to Lincoln north edge, to a run down motel.

Turns out he wasn’t really a threat, although scary to be around, he was terrified himself of what he had imagined happened to himself on the interstate.

Also Patti or I got a call in to 911. They responded to my house, where I had already picked up the guy. They called me in my truck on my way back from delivering this guy. I told them where I had left him, and they headed to Lincoln.

Here’s a sadder story to finish this up....

This was fathers day. Directly in front of my place, an older car broke down. I had seen Driver and Lady trying to work on it several hours. He came over and borrowed a couple simple tools from me and my neighbor.

Car was older and run down.

He finally gave up, and gave me the story. Being it was fathers day he and his girl friend were heading to the Womens lock up in Lincoln to see his daughter. He didn’t have a car, so he had to borrow one, and it failed obviously. Personally I wouldn’t have taken that car on a test drive let alone from Omaha to Lincoln on the interstate.

Their clothes were clean, and it looked like they had made a hard attempt at looking presentable. But you could tell they didn’t have a penny to their name. Teeth missing, language, .... well you got the idea. The guy was deflated, as he knew he wasn’t going to see his Daughter.

Had to help them out. I ended up hauling them to their home in Omaha. Dude was so overwhelmed with my help he insisted that I take one of his new puppies. Pit Bull. Now everyone loves puppies, and they were a handsome litter. But I have no use for a Pit Bull (great breed or not). I think I hurt his feelings on not taking one.

It wasn’t a good day for this guy,.... but I got him home.

I’m sure there are more stories but none come to my memory... I’ll likely add to this as I remember...

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sungod55 · 2 years

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The sun was starting to get to this cousin boy & he took off his shirt & carried it with the hoodie & backpack of food. It had been a while since passing the northerners & it was time to stop & have his bread & beef jerky & granola bar & banana & some cooked broccoli that he kept for lunch. The rest of the food was some non parisbles which the boy just thought of needing to have extra of for the journey home. He found some nice shade & had a lil picnic & drank half of his water bag. Laying back & thinking about whatever random side story characters think about maybe surfing ya this kid dreamed to ride waves & he invented surfing after the 2nd Baron visit.. any whoo he took a nap after feeling comfortable with how full he was and with how much daylight he had left. After staying out late in the woods he knew how to gauge when sunset would be. he slept & was awoken by a lil chipmunk squirrelle climbing on him. The lil nut froze and then scampered off & the dude sat up & felt refreshed & cleaning up & having more food he ventured off and actually after walking a lil bit he started to jog which felt a lil funny to him but no one was around so he yelled & jogged/ran faster than he ever had before. He jogged & then walked & then jogged again then walked ectect until he reached the Barons house with him chopping wood & looking up at the boy with a serious face. Chopping down the axe and walking slowly up to the boy who came to a heavy breathed jogging hault & said as he caught his wind. “Hello Baron Samedi.. I made it ….here before …..sunset”… the Baron’s face turned upside down or right side up either way it was his wicked smile that never leaves people’s memories… with out a word he handed the boy the axe and walked into his cabin as he let out a menacing grumbling laughter that surprisingly comforted him.

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grimesucker · 6 years

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#everything is going bad today #but i just wanted to share that dox loves to dance---#i've been listening to thunder by imagine dragons for two days straight and just---#dox's style is hip-hop and he does a lot of bouncing around.#his motions are a little jerky sometimes but he's got hella passion.#---but i made this post mostly to say that if he danced to thunder #those three consecutive thumps in the chorus ?#he'd do three cute lil hops to the side on only one leg.#i have been searching for any choreographed video where someone else had this idea and no one has ??#pls. he hops.#bouncing baby boy.#ᵈᶤᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵘᶰᵈᵉʳᶠᵘʳʸ ⁻ ᵇˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᶤᶰᵈˢᵉᵉᵏᵉʳ ? ( OOC )

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nohoney · 3 years

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family man shouto with his lil family on a holiday break.

he has twin boys with you, just having reached the age of five and you thought it would the nice to have a holiday to celebrate their birthday. shouto agrees and he takes a week off, waiting in anticipation until finally it’s that last patrol before his awaited vacation, thinking of his children and you and wonders what you all will do together he left all the details to you

you travel to a little country side town while it’s the snowing season, a getaway from the hustle and bustle from the city that shouto is usually used to. you make a reservation for an onsen ryokan, taking into account your husband’s taste for traditional japanese style which your kids have also taken a liking too as well. the boys are full of excitement, they’ve never been so far from home before and they’ve only gone to an onsen in the city so they’re definitely bouncing on the walls at first until papa shouto calls their names and kneels down for them to gather to, quietly telling them to have fun but to also be respectful.

you tour the town with your boys, you and shouto each holding a hand of the twins, looking at antique shops and playing in the snow. shouto keeps a very low profile, it’s supposed to be his vacation and while he doesn’t mind interaction from fans, he’s there to be just with his family and he’s very grateful that the ryokan you chose is helping maintain their privacy. one of the things you’re grateful for is that you don’t have to worry about any of the cooking, you and your family are catered to delicious food; don’t get it wrong, you love cooking for the boys but it’s nice that you get this break.

“papa are you making the snow?” one of the twins asks.

“no, papa doesn’t make snow. he makes ice on his right side.” shouto answers while his kids sit in his lap and they stare out the window together and watch the snow fall gently.

“how is snow made?” the other twin asks, both of them looking curiously at him and waiting for an answer because papa shouto is so strong and smart.

shouto doesn’t have an answer so you take care of answering the boy’s question for them.

you all sit together at the kotatsu table, hot tea for you and shouto while the boys drink hot chocolate with marshmallows. they keep on asking for more marshmallows cuz they love it so much but you tell them too much isn’t good for them. but when you leave to go to the bathroom, shouto adds more to both their cups cuz he honestly just can’t resist spoiling them. “just a little bit okay, finish it up before mama comes back.”

“thank you papa!”

one of the twins is more acclimated to the cold than the other, so shouto wraps a thick scarf around the more cold sensitive twin while you button up the winter coat for your other twin boy and adjust his little snow cap. shouto thinks it’s funny in a way that part of his purpose for being born was to have two quirks to balance each other out and now here he is with his kids, his quirks split apart in his twin boys. he presses the palm of his left hand onto the more cold sensitive twin’s forehead, warming him up just a bit when he approaches papa shouto shivering a little, the other twin that likes the cold following behind to make sure his brother is feeling well.

and you’re watching your husband and boys from afar, a happy smile on your face as you sip warm tea and thinking when should be the right moment to tell your family the good news...

the twins are just put down for a nap and sleeping side by side, their naps are long enough to warrant you and shouto some alone time.

he likes the warmth of your mouth, loves to hear the soft gags of your throat as he fucks your face but he also hopes that the sound of the shower spray covers up the noises the two of you make together. the two of you have been so busy in the recent days that you’re either too tired for sex or you only manage to squeeze in a quickie. so it’s finally nice to have some alone time where you can focus on one another. “you are so beautiful...”

you released his heavy cock with a wet pop, a little sigh escaping your lips as you gaze up at your husband’s hard cock. it was nice to take time to suck him off instead of the quick blowjobs just to get him wet enough before he thrusted his cock into you for another rushed quickie. you grasped his cock, spitting on his length and stroking him to spread the wetness, appreciating his groans. it’s been a while since you could take your time but even so, you don’t want to take too long and your boys wake up alone without their mama and papa. “need you inside shouto...”

“of course darling.” shouto helps you to your feet, has you brace the wall, pressed flush with your back against his chest, and he can’t help but think that’s it’s been a while that he’s been close to you like this. just holding you, really taking you in and just focusing on his wife. “set the pace.”

“be gentle.”

and so he is, gently pushing himself into your tight entrance and just staying inside you for a moment. he loves the warmth of your pussy around his cock, it feels like home, feels like he’s complete inside you, really reminds him how much you mean to him in this moment. he loves how warm and soft you are around him, loves to look down and see his cock pull out until only the tip remains before he pushes back in. and it’s beautiful, fucking beautiful when you arch your back for him and look back to give him that lovesick look, pushing back against him and telling him to go a little harder.

“sh-shouto...!” you choke out when he presses you flush against the wall, the cool tile making your nipples perk up as he fucks a little harder into you. you gush on his cock when he brings a hand to your throat, carefully pressing the pads of his fingers on the sides and he bites down on your shoulder. he’s trying to keep his noises in too, but now you’re struggling to keep your noises in. so he muffles you by pressing the palm of his hand over your mouth and hisses for you to keep quiet. little mewls and sobbed out moans don’t dare echo outside the washroom, but his hips smacking into yours reverberate and bounce around the tiles. you practically almost drop to the floor when shouto reaches down to play with your clit but he’s strong, he won’t let you lose form and he tells you how close he is.

“gonna cum... wanna cum...”

with sharp, jerky nods of your head, his hand still muffled your mouth but he hears you clearly. “cum in me please!”

you cum together with him, wetting his cock with your fluids as he cums inside. he slaps your clit, enjoys how you clench around him one last time before he releases you and let’s you catch your breath.

and you rest together in the bath after having washed up one last time under the shower, you resting with shouto behind you and legs stretched out comfortably. “how would you feel about our family getting a little bit bigger shouto?”

“would you like to start trying? i think another baby would be wonderful...” shouto says it so dreamily that you wonder if he even knows how happy he sounded saying that.

“well actually...”

you take his hands that were resting on his knees, carefully twining your fingers in the spaces between his and put them over your lower tummy. it takes a few seconds for shouto to process it, his eyes go wide for just a second and he asks, “really?”

you look back at him with a confirming nod, pressing your lips to his and told him you confirmed your little bun in the oven just a few weeks ago and was waiting to tell him. and he’s happy, so happy to have another little one, you let him be the one to break the news to the twins and they gather around you to ask how a baby is made, to which shouto lets you handle those kinds of questions again.

day five is spent returning back to the city but shouto swears that he has two more days left of his vacation. you send the twins to go stay with aunt fuyumi for the next day, make them promise not to say anything about them becoming big brothers and give them a little bribe to ensure they don’t spill the beans.

you adored your little getaway with your family, but you jump at the chance of an empty house and having shouto all to yourself. he’s still on holiday and you want him to indulge as much as he can before he returns to his hero work.

#todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki smut #bnha x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki fluff

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