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leclerced · 5 months

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daydreaming | ln4 mv1

summary: intro into the blindfold universe! inspired by this ask i received and this one i sent bff j <3

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact. pure smut

author’s note: thank u guys sm for 500 followers <3 i hope u guys like this! its kind of rushed i wrote it yesterday bc i just wanted to write something in this universe <3 send me ur thoughts on what we should call her bc she needs a nameee

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She doesn’t realized she’s fallen into a daydream watching Max until Lando’s in front of her snapping in her face. She blinks stupidly at him, “Huh? Did you say something?”

Lando rolls his eyes and laughs. “Thinking about last night?” He teases her as he wiggles his eyebrows and she shakes her head. Her mind is flooded with memories of him between her legs the night before and her cheeks flush at the reminder.

“No, just uh, tired. Trying not to fall asleep.” She presses herself further into the couch cushion for emphasis and he sits next to her, draping an arm across her shoulders.

His breath is warm against her as he leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of her ear, “You’ve got that look in your eye, what are thinking about?” He leans back into the couch, now that he’s sitting next to her, he can follow her gaze and see she’s watching Max in his garage across from them. Despite her objecting again, her eyes betray her as they stay locked on him and she crosses her legs. Lando smirks to himself, ideas bubbling in his mind as he rests a hand on her thigh and she finally looks over at him.

“What are you doing?” She squeaks as he pushes his hand up her thigh, fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt.

He gives her a little smile, “Wanna go back to my driver’s room?” She quickly nods and hops up, grabbing his wandering hand to pull him up with her. Lando almost laughs at how quickly she pulls him up and out the back of the garage.

She pushes him down onto the loveseat in his driver’s room and climbs on top of him, instantly pressing her lips to his as she rocks her hips against his. Lando’s hands find her hips and begin guiding her to grind on him as he breaks the kiss, “Said you weren’t thinking about anything, but you’re acting like a slut.” She gasps and he continues, “Wanna tell me what you were thinking about now?”

“Told you, I wasn’t-“ She begins denying it again but Lando cuts her off.

“Saw you watching him, pet, you don’t have to lie to me.” He watches her cheeks flush and her mouth open and close in shock a few times.

“If you already know, why are you asking?” She finally huffs in annoyance.

He dips one hand between her thighs and sighs, “You’re soaked.” She rolls her hips so his fingers slip against her panties and she whines. “Just thinking about him got you this wet? Why don’t you go talk to him? I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out.” Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shaky moan as he slides her panties to the side and slides a finger into her.

She gasps again, eyebrows scrunching as he slowly pumps his finger, curling it each time he bottoms out with it. “Lan, want more.” She tries to avoid his questions, but he doesn’t give in to her plea.

He shakes his head even though she can’t see and continues the torturous pace. “Too scared to talk to him, is that it? Gonna play him just like you did me; act all sweet and innocent until he makes a move? Least with me it wasn’t all an act, it’s just too bad I’ve already ruined you, hun,he won’t get to corrupt you like I did.” She whines and tries to rock her hips against his hand, attempting to ride his finger but his other hand on her hip holds her steady as he laughs, “See what I mean? Got you so desperate you’re trying to ride my hand.” He curls his finger in her and begins rubbing her clit, drawing a lewd moan from her lips as he coos, “Be patient, hun, I’ll give you want you want… At least, I’ll make you cum. Can’t give you what you really want, isn’t that right? You wish it was him right now playing with your pussy?” She moans loudly and presses her face into his neck to hide the humiliated flush that coats her cheeks as she suddenly cums around his finger at the thought of Max’s fingers between her legs.

Lando laughs gleefully as she gushes around a single finger, her lips pressing to his neck to muffle her moans as she rocks against him. He lets her pull him in for a kiss when her orgasm subsides and she seeks his lips out immediately, soft and plump against his as she gasps into his mouth, fingers still attacking her sensitive pussy.

He’s not ready for the kiss to end when his watch buzzes on his wrist, but he breaks the kiss to see Oscar’s texted him that he’s needed in the car and everyone is looking for him. He kisses her one last time before sliding her off his lap and onto the couch, “I’ve gotta get in the car, I’ll see you later?” She mutely nods, grabbing one of his hands as he gets up and pressing a kiss to his palm before he leaves. She curls up and naps on his couch for the duration of the practice sessions, too turned on and embarrassed over everything Lando had just said to risk making eye contact with Max.

A few nights pass without incident, then after the race Sunday night, Lando’s made her cum three times and she’s barreling towards a fourth when suddenly he slows the speed of his hips against hers and the knot in her stomach begins to loosen. “Hey pet, you know how, the other day you were looking at Max?” She’s flooded with humiliation at the reminder but nods. “Anyone else you wanna fuck?”

She gasps and shakes her head quickly, too quickly. Lando grins above her, “You sure about that, baby? Could’ve sworn I saw you checking out Oscar this weekend.” If her cheeks weren’t already blushing, they would be as she shakes her head again and tries to press her face into the covers. He brings a hand to direct her to look at him again, “‘M not done. You know, they all wanna fuck you? Every single one of my friends. I can see it on their faces when I catch them watching. If only they know how badly you wanted some of them too.” She tries to fight his grip on her jaw to turn her face and press it into the pillow under her head to avoid his gaze but he keeps her in place. “Just tell me which one you want, and I can call him right now, any one of them would come running; Max, Daniel, Oscar… Even Charles and Carlos would be lining up for a chance.” She moans at each name, eyes fluttering shut as her mind is overwhelmed with possibilities. Lando picks his pace back up and begins fucking her quickly, hips smacking against hers and the slick sound of his cock gliding in and out of her makes her hot all over. “Could have ‘em lined up, let all my friends see how good this pussy is.” Her orgasm crashes over her suddenly as his thumb rubs quick circles into her clit, and she doesn’t even realize she was moaning Max’s name until she reopens her eyes and sees Lando on his phone, still fucking her as he casually chats with whoever, “Hey, sorry for waking you, didn’t look at the time. Come to my room, yeah?”

She blinks up at him stupidly before her eyes dart over to the door expectantly. A moment later, there’s a loud knock at the door and Lando’s pulling away from her before he’s came. She points it out and he grins, “I can fuck you anytime I want, don’t wanna make Max have to eat my cum out of you. Not yet, anyways.” She stares at him in bewilderment as he walks over to the door completely naked. She doesn’t have the energy after four orgasms to feel nervous or self conscious as Max is pulled into the room, confused at Lando’s nudity until he sees her fucked out on the mattress and Lando pushes him towards it and the confusion grows. Max stumbles before catching himself and turning back to his friend curiously.

Lando grins, “We haven’t got all night, get to it.” Max blinks stupidly at him, half wondering if this is some fucked up ultra realistic dream he’s having, but then she’s sitting up on the mattress and crawling towards him. He meets her at the edge of the bed, she stands up on her knees so she can wrap her hands in his hair and pull him in for a kiss. It’s hesitant at first, she hasn’t kissed anyone but Lando since she was a teenager and another man’s lips on hers are foreign and exciting. Max takes the lead and swipes his tongue across her bottom lip, and she happily parts her lips so he can lick his way into her mouth. He lets her pull him down with her and follows her up the bed as she scoots back into the pillows and he finds himself settling between her thighs.

The bed shifts behind him and he breaks the kiss to see Lando settling on the edge of the bed. Her lips move down his neck and her legs wrap around his waist drawing a moan from his lips as she pulls him down against her and rolls her hips up in the same motion. Lando gives him a little nod and he takes it as an all clear despite the verbal invite moments before and lets his hands settle on her hips. They don’t stay there for long, once he feels her soft skin under his fingertips he can’t get enough and they begin exploring her body.

She’s sighing into his mouth with every roll of her hips against his and he can feel how wet she is through his pajama pants, he’s fully hard and leaking in record time from her grinding. Max finally moves one hand between her thighs and runs two fingers up and down her slit to collect her wetness before he slips them inside. She’s so slick and warm and Max feels himself twitch and leak precum at the feeling. He barely fingers her before she’s reaching down to pull his hand from between her thighs, “Need you to fuck me, now.”

The demand goes straight to his head and he looks to Lando for approval, “Do you have a condom?” Lando shakes his head, “Don’t use ‘em, but she’s on birth control.” Max blinks at him in shock before turning back to her when he feels her hand dip into his pajamas to wrap around him and she moans at the weight of him in her hand.

“Feel good, Maxie.” She sighs the pet name as she swipes her thumb over the head of his cock and he groans, hands fumbling to push his bottoms down his thighs and she’s quick to guide the thick head of his cock to her entrance. Max doesn’t hesitate for fear Lando will decide this is a bad idea and make him stop, and he revels in the loud moan that he forces out of her when he bottoms out quickly. Her voice is pitchy as she gasps, “Oh- you-you’re so big.” He slowly rocks his hips against hers and is given another praise as she stutters, “Can feel you in my stomach.” Her eyes flutter shut as one of her hands abandons his hair to press to her lower stomach and she rocks her up hips into his as she cries, “Please, move.”

Her wish is his command, he thinks as he draws back his hips before slamming back into her. Each thrust, he slowly pulls out until the head of his cock catches on her entrance then hard and fast, he bottoms out in her again. Each time his hips hit hers, his cock jolts her g-spot and she sings his praises, begging him to do it again and again until she’s suddenly coming with no warning after his thumb finds her clit and he strokes at the slick bundle of nerves a few times. His lips find her neck and his teeth sinking into her neck teasingly is all it takes for her to fall over the edge, the pleasant mix of pain and pleasure sending her spiraling into the pits of her orgasm.

He barely pulls out before his orgasm hits him right after hers, his cum streaking across her cunt and stomach as he moans into her skin. She strokes the back of his neck and giggles, “You didn’t have to pull out, y’know.”

Max huffs into her skin, “You could’ve told me that before I did.”

She flushes under him and before she can reply, Lando’s making fun of her, “Gonna have to work for it if you want her to tell you what she wants, she’s used to me knowing.” Max’s mind fizzles at the insinuation that this will happen again, but before he can think too hard on it, Lando’s got a hand in his hair and is pulling him away as he teases, “My turn.”

Max debates whether or not he should stay or go as he moves out of the way, he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, but neither of them shoo him away so he hesitantly scoots up the mattress to sit next to her. One of his hands finds her breast and he palms it softly, her head tilting to meet his eyes and she gives him a little nod to continue. He’s happy to, and dips his head down so his mouth can join his fingers, giving the other breast some attention as he pinches and twists her nipple between two fingers.

They make her cum like that, Max’s free hand drifting down to rub her clit while he sucks on her tits and pinches her nipples. Lando tells him how good he was, how good he is now, makes het thank him rubbing her clit without anyone even asking. His ears are hot as Lando speaks filth to both of them, praising him while calling her a whore for begging another man to fuck her when she has a perfectly capable boyfriend. He doesn’t even get kicked out when Lando’s done with her, somehow he falls right into their routine and helps Lando wash her hair in the bath. He’d planned on leaving as Lando carried her to bed from the bathroom, but then she was murmuring his name and sitting up right after Lando set her down and he’d end up crawling into bed to sandwich her between them.

Max wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks afterwards, he’d be on the verge of begging to have another go at her when Lando walks by and slips something in his pocket. He’d wait until he was alone to pull whatever it was out, and he’s pleasantly surprised to find a tiny envelope containing a keycard with a room number and time written on it.

#max verstappen smut #lando norris smut #mv1/ln4 #mv1 smut #blindfold universe #ln4 smut #formula one smut #f1 smut

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itzbwmbi · 2 years

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THIGHS, BOOBS OR ASS ? +18

ﾉ note: requested by @stygianoir. a friendly reminder that this is a hc of mine, so you may or not agree with me. anyways, i hope you like it!! and reqs are open so ask if u feel like it :)

ﾉ warnings: f! reader, all is consensual, cunnilingus, mention of spit, they're pussydrunk, spanking, mention of rough sex. minors dni.

ﾉ characters: thoma, zhongli, ayato, childe, kazuha, albedo, xiao, heizou, itto, diluc, venti, kaeya, dainsleif, baizhu, gorou, enjou, scaramouche, dottore + f! reader.

They LOVE your thighs and will do what they please with them. Sink their fingers into your soft skin when they're heated, pinch them for fun, bite them to mark who you belong to, kiss them. But what they enjoy the most is having their head between your plump flesh while their tongue is busy playing with your wet folds, purposely teasing you to smother them with your silky pretty thighs. It never fails to make their cock rock-hard. They'll keep licking, sucking, kissing and spitting on your pussy until they're out of breath, savoring every moment between your legs like it's the last, eager to get oxygen just to devour your cunt over and over again until exhaustion drains their energy for once. Just keep choking them, until they're begging you to stop, until crescent-shaped marks appears on your skin. After this, you'll let them sleep on your comfy thighs, right? They deserve it for being such a good boys.

thoma, CHILDE, heizou, ITTO, venti, gorou.

Boobs lovers. They'll be turned on just by the sight of your tits on display. They go wild when they have your rounded pretty shape next to their mouth, their tongue flickering over your sensitive nipple, not leaving one side of your tit unexplored. They make circles with their wet muscle tracing your areola, and then take careful bites on your hardened nipple, nibbling on it once they're confident enough. While they are busy with one tit, the other is well taken care of — they're either squeezing your curvy flesh or pinching your nipple causing little squeaks to leave your mouth, twitching it until you're a whimpering mess begging them to make you cum.

kazuha, ALBEDO, XIAO, baizhu.

Your ass drives them crazy. Are they eating you out after a long day away from you for x reason? Spank on your ass. Do they have you in doggy style while they mercilessly fuck themselves into you from behind? Spank on your ass. They love how your flesh waves at the impact of their hand, how it gets redder and redder everytime, and how your moans echo around the room even though they gently ease the pain later, rubbing the palm of their hand on your sore spot a few times only to give you another unexpected slap. They'll apologize later if they've gone too far, but at that point they can't control themselves. That pretty ass of yours has to be ruined, one way or another, and it will happen again if you allow them.

zhongli, AYATO, diluc, KAEYA, dainsleif, enjou, SCARAMOUCHE, dottore.

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sweetlilbambi · 2 years

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ EVANSVIEW UNIVERSITY!

pairings: professor!frank adler x sleazy!bus driver!ari levinson x naive!reader x pervy!lloyd hansen

warnings: dark content, non/dubcon, don’t read if that bothers u pls, general pervert stuff lol, masturbation, dirty thoughts, university stuff, depraved thinking, n i think thats it?

note: not a full fic!! just a lil concept of what me n sab always talks about hehe <3 s’like our lil baby n i wna share it to u all <3

attending a university where your professor is frank adler and all the girls on campus gush over the hot older brunette. how could they not when he walks around the campus with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt rolled up to his forearms and deep voice booming thru the whole room whenever he speaks. he’s handsome and everyone knows it, he knows it.

so it’s not a suprise for him to use his charm when he set his eyes on you, pretty little you. his star student. walking around with your short skirts and adorable tiny dresses that almost leaves nothing to the imagination. it drives him insane, and sometimes he thinks that you’re doing it on purpose, especially since numerous people have tried shooting their shot on him.

but to his surprise, your naive self doesn’t realize all the longing looks you recieve from people, and the many heads that you turn just with your presence.

so don’t blame him if you walking up to his desk with that sparkle in your eye and the shy smile that grows on your face makes his cock hard as a rock. you’re asking for clarification about one of the questions in his assigned packet but frank can’t focus, no. his mind is full of thoughts about lifting up your skirt and bending you over his desk while he slides your panties to the side so he can ram his cock inside that tight little hole.

maybe he’ll make you ride him in his chair too. but he’ll leave the door unlocked just cause he knows girls like you loves a little risk. he’ll whisper in your ear about how much of a slut you are for letting your professor use your cunt as a stress reliever, and bully his way into your hole while he rubs your nub. oh his cock is twitching under his trousers just at the thought of it.

he snaps out of his thoughts once he hears you ask if you could set up an appointment for a bit of help on the topic, and he tells you that he’s free right this second. thinking that if he plays his cards right, he’ll have you on your knees in a snap. but the frown that replaces your smile makes him curse under his breath, listening to your explanation about your part time job in the library.

guess his desires will have to wait. but don’t worry, he’s a patient man. and what frank wants, frank gets. one way or the other.

your job on the other hand though, is just so lovely. everyday after your classes are over, you take the campus bus while you stare out the window with your headphones plugged in your ears and your curious eyes watching everything move around you.

but the sleazy bus driver, ari levinson, manages to always catch your attention. you learned his name from all the small conversations that he always makes with you, a hybrid of a smile and a smirk always on his face whenever he speaks. he always asks about yourself, your major, what you’re up to, your love life, and sometimes he even makes a comment or two about your sex life.

it makes you confused, but the smile never leaves your face while you answer his intrusive questions, it would be rude not to! and your mama always reminds you of your manners.

plus, mr. levinson is so nice! he always make sure you look your best before you head to work! you got a dirt on your chest? don’t worry, he’ll clean it for you while his fingers make contact with your nipples. the wind is blowing your skirt up? well he’s there to pull it down! he even gives your butt a firm tap and a little squeeze that makes you blush. his hands always linger a little too long, but you don’t mind. after all, a little touch is nothing compared to the service that he provides for the students!

though behind that reliable bus driver facade, lies his true intentions. his head littered with thoughts of just snatching you up and using you inside the bus that you use everyday. make you remember how his cock feels shoved inside you while he drives you to your destination.

he thinks he’ll go slow at first, his left hand covering your mouth while his right holds his base until the tip of his cock meets your drooling hole. maybe he’ll even tease you at first, slap your clit with his cock and rub it through your folds and spread your wetness until he finally push his cock inside you. he bets you’ll like that.

but ari knows you’re just a fragile little girl, and it will take some time til’ he gets to his goal. so he’ll stick to staring and groping you for now.

after you step out the vehicle and give ari a little goodbye wave, you’re off to your favorite place in the university! surrounded by books and quietness that you so need after a stressful day.

most of the work you do is only organizing the books and checking out the items that people get, most of the times the students can fend for themselves. but there’s a regular that’s always apart of your day.

you think he’s an outsider, not really thinking he’s a student since his looks are far from being one and you don’t necessarily think he’s a professor or a staff either. after looking at his library card many times before, you quickly learned that his name is lloyd hansen. the man with a mustache that’s always using one of the computers.

what you don’t know though is how he jerks off his cock under the desk while watching you walk around the room. his cock rock hard and tip an angry red while precum oozes out of his slit. he imagines you licking it up all the time.

he edges himself everytime he does it, he waits until you’re stacking the books and reaches the bottom section. he watches you take the books in your hand and bend over to put them in their rightful places. that way, lloyd can catch a glimpse of your pretty underwear (that he likes to think you wear for him) and it’s what always tips him over the edge.

every single time he makes sure to keep his cum in his hands, and after fixing himself up, he picks up a random book with his messy hand to have an excuse to go over and give it to you. he watches as you take the book in your hand and take notice of the white sticky substance that transferred on your palms. you only complain with a small “oops!” before wiping the wetness on your skirt and giving him a small thank you in return. the action is enough to make his cock hard again.

and everyday it’s the same, perving on the prettiest librarian that he’s ever laid his eyes on and making sure that she leaves with traces of him.

you on the other hand is none the wiser, heart full for the man who always helps you. even though his eyes always seem to be on you and everytime he hands you an object, it always seems to have this wet, sticky substance. but you don’t prod! just happy to have such a nice frequent visitor!

overall, you love attending this university and all the people in it! wether they be a secretly depraved professor, a sleazy bus driver, or a pervy regular! you don’t mind, they just make your day so much better.

#chris evans x reader #frank adler x reader #dark!frank adler #ari levinson x reader #dark!ari levinson #lloyd hansen x reader #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!chris evans x reader #dark!chris evans #ari <3 #frank a <3 #lloyd <3 #bambi’s concepts <3

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twostepstyless · 1 year

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Biscuit Foundations

Fic Advent Calendar Day 11

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Author’s Note: Y/N brought home gingerbread house kits which Harry takes it very seriously and Y/N just can't stop eating the candy.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any nature is always encouraged and appreciated, love u besties - G x

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“Y/N, stop that’s for the roof,” Harry whined as Y/N broke the look of concentration that graced his features.

“You’ve got loads you’ve siphoned away into that little bowl, Harry. Why can’t I have some?” She reached over and pinched his love handle as his whole body flinched away from her touch making the perfect line, he was trying to ice, go a bit wobbly.

“Y/N!” Harry all but shrieked as he pulled the bag of icing up from his task before turning to faux glare at her as she popped another jelly sweet into her mouth. He reached over and pushed the bag of sweets away from her immediate grasp and into the middle of the dining table they were working on their projects at. “Y’can’t have them because you’re not even using them to decorate, you’ve scoffed half the bag.”

“There’s loads of sweets, Harry, part of the fun is eating them before you use them,” her fingers stretched out just tickling the edge of the torn open plastic wrapper as she tried to pull them closer again as Harry bet her too it and pushed them even farther away with his longer arms.

“There were loads of sweets, you’ve ate a lot of them,” Harry snickered before adding slightly smug, “don’t come crying to me when you’ve got a plain gingerbread house then,” as he went back to his icing.

“So, you mean to say, y’wouldn’t share with your lovely, amazing, shockingly stunning, hysterically funny, overall diamond of a human being girlfriend?” Y/N squeezed a little of her own bag of royal icing onto the tip of her finger before sucking the pad into her mouth before releasing it with a pop.

“I think the diamond lost a bit of shine when she ruined me icing my foundations,” he dropped the icing bag to the table as he held the piece of gingerbread, meant to be one side of the roof, steady as the royal icing hardened like sugary cement, holding it in place.

“Your foundations are made out of biscuit, gorgeous,” Y/N reminded him, as her own roof tile slid off her semi-constructed gingerbread house.

“And look at what me looking after my biscuit foundations has done,” he took his hand away from the slanted roof, “solid as a rock,” he beamed, impressed he’d managed to get it to hold. Harry now had a fully constructed gingerbread house standing in front of him, he’d even piped scalloped tiles onto the slanted roof pieces. Y/N’s was looking more like a gingerbread shack, a gingerbread garden shed if you were being especially kind. The icing had dripped and ran down the rides and if that roof piece fell off one more time, she’s going to make it a gingerbread house with a wide-open skylight instead. Grand Designs for confectionary houses. Harry was adding a little extra icing along the seam of the roof as a little extra support when Y/N thrust her roof tile and her bag of icing into his eyeline.

“Sorry f’eating everything, will you help me please?” she pouted. Harry pushed his own gingerbread backwards on the table and pulled her gingerbread lean-to in front of him to complete its renovations. Harry was having a fantastic afternoon architect with the gingerbread house’s Y/N brought home for her trip to Tesco. It’s the best 5 quid she’d ever spent on him considering how happy he was playing with it and thinking up his designs and picking out his candy.

“Y/N, I swear to god, if you so much as touch or think about touching those peppermint candies…” Harry tailed off, having seen her hand twitch towards the red and white stripped mints.

Y/N let out the loudest groan she could muster, “what are you even using those ones for?”

“Stepping stones to the front door!” Harry exclaimed, as if she should have known that already. “I’m going to tie y’hands together behind your back,” he muttered as he managed to stick her house together properly now and have it standing on its own.

“M’kay,” she said, a suggestive tone evident as she quirked her eyebrow and held her hands out to him, wrists pressed together.

He took her wrists between his hands and squeezed, “get y’mind out the gutter,” he said lowly before bringing her hands up to his mouth pressing a smattering of kisses across her hands and the tips of her fingers where he could taste remnants of the sugary sweets she had been picking at.

“Hey, you said it, not me,” she giggled as she looked at him fondly, his dimples etched into his face, eyes crinkling as he laughed, a light layer of stubble settling over his face. “Can I decorate it now?”

“Mm, not yet. We need to let the icing harden for a sec,” he smiled as her nose scrunched at the idea of having to wait, she was so impatient it was quite endearing. The quicker she got to decorate, the sooner she could eat the leftover candy. “You’ve got some sweet tooth today, don’t you?” Harry held u a piece of chocolate encased in a hard candy shell to her lips, letting her feed from his hand. His thumb ghosted over her lip before gripping her chin to he could lean in and give her a chaste kiss to her sugar sweet lips.

“Mad it’s only two weeks until Christmas, isn’t it?” Y/N changed the subject as Harry started pulling the packages of candy closer to them as he picked up his icing bag again to begin decorating.

“We’ve been busy to be fair, but it’s flying by, what date is everyone coming to us?” Harry asked as he carefully made little icicles and drips of snow around the peaks of his roof with the white icing. Y/N was going at hers with a little more reckless abandon, pressing sweets of every colour and variety wherever she fancied. One candy for the house, one for her, as she alternated eating and decorating.

“23rd,” she mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate, before reaching over and feeding Harry one of the peppermint candies that was going spare, his mouth finding it in her grip without looking.

“Wonder if the gingerbread houses will last until then?” he put his icing down to look at her as a look passed over her face as if he had just said the most ridiculous statement known to man.

“Harry, we’re demolishing these with these with a cup of tea for dessert tonight.”

“Of course, we are,” he reached over to squish her cheek before tugging her by the arms to sit on his lap, “help me with the jelly sweets on the roof?” He asked, unveiling the little bowl he had siphoned the sweets away into, the bowl holding a lot more than necessary. As Harry intended, so he could feed her the brightly coloured jellies after ever one he placed down onto his picture-perfect gingerbread house.

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vilevampire · 1 year

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idk who those people are would u like to educate me...

GLADLY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just to preface this I'll explain what the fuck is going on in mairuma in general first just to provide context bc idk how much you've absorbed by osmosis (also I rmr I told u abt mairuma once on discord but . I don't rmr a single thing that was said in that convo, only that it happened)

buckle up bc this ended up getting pretty fucking long

"mairimashita! iruma-kun" is an ongoing manga and anime series that revolves around iruma, a human boy who got sold by his parents to a powerful demon and started living his life in the netherworld.

this is he. baby boy. his new demon found family enrolls him in demon school, and so while hiding the fact that he is human, iruma starts attending babyls demon school. his new grandpa (who happens to be the chairman of said demon school) puts him in a class for problem children, saying "that way your classmates will catch more attention than you, and you won't be found out (as human)!!!!"

makes sense ? no, of course not, but this is a comedy-focused series, so that's just how it is

iruma and his classmates. they're called the misfits class. I love all of them (except for … one …) dearly and could ramble abt each individual character for hours but for now I am only focusing on jazz and allocer. starting with jazzy my boy jazzy

baby son boy he is just a little guy just a little man he's just a son. jazzy is a character who is seen as cool, clever, unapproachable and mature to most other characters but is actually a huge softie inside.

he's also a kleptomaniac but he doesn't usually steal shit on purpose, it's just habit. if you ask me he's done nothing wrong in his life ever

(irrelevant tangent: jazzy actually has a specific animal theme. can you guess which animal it is ??????? I'm just fucking with you it's impossible to guess, but he's supposed to be snake-themed. the only thing that even suggests that in his design is his forked tongue, but it's. not visible most of the time so it didn't even occur to me that he was supposed to be snake themed until. embarrassingly recently. anyway)

jazz has a terrible older brother (named rock. their names r jazz and rock. like the moosic) who steals from him and belittles him constantly, but he can't fight back because his family values skill above all else, so they consider it his own fault for being vulnerable to stealing. basically "git gud lol"

because of this, jazz longs to be a better older brother than his own, despite not actually having any younger siblings. he becomes attached to cute, defenseless-looking things easily and is weak to people who look up to him and ask him for help. he likes beeing relied on and being there for others. he starts seeing most of his classmates as his younger siblings too

basically he is just a little guy and bc so much abt jazzy reminds me of myself (including his black and red color scheme) I am incredibly attached to him and he's my #2 fave character in the whole series (the first one is … well, you can probably guess)

now about allocer … where do I begin. probably by saying we know little to nothing about him, and not because the author particularly intended him to be mysterious, but just because he doesn't get much attention in the series as a whole. despite being one of the main side characters, he gets sidelined incredibly often. he's forgettable, rarely relevant and overall one of the characters we have least information on

look at him and his goofy lion face. there's no reason for him to be so ignored, it's furryphobia plain and simple.

(side note: over the course of the series his character design becomes increasingly yassified and he lets his hair grow + dyes it so don't mind that he looks slightly different in almost every picture he's in)

regardless I'll do my best to tell what we know FOR SURE 100% CANON CONFIRMED about him and then I'll dwelve into theories and hc territory (all supported by canon info, but still pretty speculatory bc of how little info we have on him in general…)

first of all he is smart. second of all. he reads books. third of all. he scored #1 in all exams. fourth of all … he is smart. that's it. wish I was kidding, but that's what his character revolves around most of the time. he gets outshined by other characters all the fucking time and usually just shows up to spout a proverb or say something related to knowledge and wisdom.

aside from that, his characterization tends to be pretty inconsistent (because the author doesn't give a FUCK about him) but I'll report on his most consistent traits and ignore the . multiple . inconsistencies.

allocer is a reserved character who doesn't talk much about himself (this is intentional at least to some extent, evidenced by the picture above). he seems to be kind of awkward, the way he phrases things tends to be unnatural, too. compare these phrases:

(I'll get to what the fuck is going on in this scene in a second I just need to ramble about allocer first)

jazzy speaks in a much more natural, conversational way, saying "what are you saying…?", while allocer simply says "incomprehensible". when he's not speaking in proverbs and book quotes, he often drops weirdly-worded sentences like that.

there's a few different scenes that help us infer that he's not good at dealing with people and emotions. for example, his fanbook profile lists "women's feelings" as his weak subject. when he gets confessed to he also states it's "abstruse", aka confusing and hard to understand

basically what I'm saying is that he's arospec and autistic-coded and nobody can change my fucking mind ok if anybody wants to argue w/ me on this I hope you've spent at least half the time I have studying every major scene allocer is in like I have. I have lost my entire fucking mind trying to infer ANYTHING conclusive about his characterization out of the NEAR NONEXISTENT CRUMBS canon has given us.

with that out of the way I can finally start talking about jazz and allocer's dynamic ^_^

jazz and allocer first become close when they're assigned to train under the same mentor, general furfur — love this guy btw — before performing in the "harvest festival", a kind of practical exam every first year at babyls has to do.

yet, for some reason, instead of actually training the two, furfur takes them to a bar. jazz and allocer question this, but furfur shrugs it off saying that connecting with adults is part of their training.

spoiler alert: furfur is a little shit and he brought jazz and allocer here to sell them into child labor to pay for his debts with the bar (remember the pictures from a while ago that I used to compare their speech patterns? that was them realizing they were being sold. lol)

and so the two of them r stuck in hell together for the next 3 weeks

(side note #2: I love their matching outfits. they look so cute)

in this hostile environment, a weird partnership forms between them. they learn more about each other. jazz tells allocer about his evil fucked up brother and how frustrated he is that he couldn't see through furfur's bullshit, to which allocer replies he is actually just as upset.

allocer's face isn't very expressive and his voice is often monotone (again, autism…) so jazz is very surprised by this.

AOAOOGUGGGHG LOOKK AT HIS BLUSHY FACE … HE'S SO CUTEEE AGG89R9. I'M normal . I'm ok.

the two of them start working towards a common goal: HUMILIATING FURFUR AND SEEING HIM CRY.

anw long story short they come up with a plan using every dirty trick they learned from the adults at the bar, their plan doesn't fucking work, they get made fun of by furfur, and they're still stuck working for free. lol

but that's how their relationship forms. what I find so fascinating about them is that they have no reason to trust each other given the circumstances, but they still do. they form an unbreakable bond. they complement each other too, one being streets smart, while the other is books smart. the partners in crime ever.

also mairuma has these little after-credits side stories called sukimas and . I will let the video speak for itself bc watching this is what made me start shipping them in the first place. just watch

they have more interactions I could talk about in-depth, but their partnership during the harvest festival arc is the most major. still I'll briefly go over some other jazzllocer moments that make me insane

at some point during the harvest festival, jazz gets disqualified (long story). and though jazz and allocer were working together during it, they were never an official team, so allocer wasn't disqualified with him. still, near the end, allocer states that "there's no point in winning if it's not together (with jazz)" (thinking abt this makes me want to detonate myself like a bomb)

when they're second years, they're put in another exam and in this one each of the misfits is supposed to protect two first year students from the teachers hunting them. jazz's strategy? he entrusted his incredibly important protegees to allocer and confronted the teachers upfront as a diversion. in the end allocer couldn't protect his own first years, but he did protect jazzy's, which earned his buddy a rank up (once again I feel like exploding at this very moment)

3. mairuma has fanbooks and that includes character profiles with some trivia on them, including a "people they are currently paying attention to" section. in jazz's profile, allocer is the first one listed there (meaning he's the one he's paying the most attention to), followed by general furfur and his brother. in allocer's profile, jazz is the first one listed, followed by furfur again and then a teacher he bonded with in a diff arc (if you can't read japanese you'll just have to believe me on this one)

btw despite ALL OF THIS canon interaction, these two r a very rare rarepair. they don't have a romantic ao3 tag bc nobody has ever published a fic w/ this ship. the ONLY fic under their platonic tag isn't even about them, they're just side characters in it. every day this fact alone spirals me into further despair and insanity. I am so fucking unwell literally rotting I am deteriorating flesh and bones losing every ounce of my fucking mind I hope at least ONE person reads this deranged ass ramble and starts to at least consider this ship bc I can't take it anymore they ahve NOOOOO CONTENTTT AAAAOGIGGHHGGO SOMEBODY GET ME OUTTTTT G924488948 gets put down like a rabid animal

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starreadssstuff · 10 months

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Fragments of a broken bond -Nanami Kento

warnings - Angsty, character death, spoilers! (kinda idk) emotional distress if anything LMK!

Authors note- y'all... I have been so M.I.A lately so im super sorry!! writers block and life have been crappy soooo... But I am planing on writing a lot more but yk. I really hope u enjoy!! love, star ♥️

Dark clouds loomed overhead as the once serene landscape trembled with an impending threat. You and Nanami Kento, bound by a love as strong as the sorcery that coursed through your veins, stood side by side, ready to face the cursed adversary that threatened to tear your world apart.

The battle was fierce, the air heavy with desperation and the taste of bitter defeat. Spells collided, shattering the calm of the forest, and cries of anguish pierced the air. In the chaos, you caught sight of Nanami, his expression etched with determination, fighting valiantly against the cursed entity.

With a surge of energy, you summoned every ounce of your power, unleashing a spell so potent it rocked the very foundations of your existence. But in that moment, the enemy struck with a vengeance, and a wave of darkness engulfed the battlefield.

When the smoke cleared, you found yourself standing alone, your heart pounding with fear and despair. Kento was nowhere to be found. Panic gripped your chest as you frantically searched the wreckage, calling out his name in a voice choked with tears.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as the weight of loss settled upon your shoulders. The world had grown cold, its colors faded, devoid of the warmth that Nanami's presence once brought. Every breath you took felt shallow, each heartbeat a reminder of the emptiness that consumed you.

Unable to bear the pain any longer, you sought solace in the memories you shared. Photographs, letters, and trinkets became your lifeline, preserving fragments of a love that once thrived. In the quiet corners of your mind, you replayed moments spent together—laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses.

One moonlit night, as you stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the starry sky, a gust of wind caressed your cheeks, carrying with it a faint echo of Kento’s voice. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I never wanted to leave you. Please, find happiness."

Tears mingled with the wind as you whispered your response to the empty night, "I'll carry your love with me always, Kento. But without you, happiness feels distant and unattainable."

Days turned into months, and months turned into years, but the ache in your heart remained steadfast. Though you continued to live, the shadow of loss loomed over every step you took. The world moved on, but you remained trapped in a bittersweet limbo, forever haunted by the ghost of a love lost.

In the quiet corners of your existence, you often imagined what life could have been. Would Kento have held you close during sleepless nights? Would he have shared stories of his past, allowing you to bear witness to the depths of his soul? The unanswered questions haunted you, forever etching an anguished longing in your heart.

As time marched on, you vowed to honor Kento’s memory by channeling your pain into purpose. You became a beacon of hope for others, wielding your sorcery to bring solace to those plagued by curses. And as you embarked on your journey, you carried within you the fragments of a broken bond, forever etched in your soul.

For love, even in its absence, has the power to transform sorrow into strength and pain into resilience. And in the depths of your grief, you clung to that glimmer of hope, carrying the memory of Nanami Kento with you, forever.

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ritzy-reminiscence · 11 months

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─♣️─ Lackadaisy : Snuggle Struggles

⸝⸝ tl;dr : after running dangerously close to death during a fight with a rival speakeasy, freckle, ivy, and rocky seek solace + slumber in an abandoned barn, wherein freckle and ivy have a moment and ... fight over the blankets ? ⸝⸝ note : inspired by what @avatarvyakara said in my previous lackadaisy post ! thank u so much for lighting this funky little idea in my brain ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

⸝⸝ note² : 3k+ words ,,, currently unedited as of posting this, so expect edits and little things to be added in the future ! also, i'd like to thank thesaurus.com for supplying my dried-up vocabulary with synonyms for 'smile' and 'laugh'.

It was an adrenaline-pumped Rocky that drove their car -- smoking, one of the tires ominously squealing -- into the sanctuary of an abandoned barn. It rumbled and swayed down the worn dirt path, once kept spotlessly clean but was now littered with dead leaves and rocks and tufts of grass that had crept up through the dry soil. The full moon gave Rocky at least a bit of visibility, however dappled and blurred it may be through a canopy of tall willow trees, their drooping leaves swaying like sickly fingers in the wind. Ribbits of frogs and hums of cicadas joined the car's squeaking song, culminating into a cacophony that only seemed to shatter the frigid night air.

"It's not much," came Rocky's voice, sticking his head out the window to peer at the broken-down barn, "but it should keep us safe for the night."

In the backseat, Freckle fidgeted with the buttons on his waistcoat. Ivy sat next to him, keeping a tight grip on the half-a-dozen whiskey bottles they managed to salvage from an earlier fight with a rival speakeasy gang. It was their only reminder of what they had gone through during the night -- if you didn't count the bruises, cuts, gashes, and pains all three rookie rumrunners nursed.

And by God, do those bruises hurt.

It was the only thing Freckle could feel as Rocky slowed the car to a stop behind the barn; as they all clambered out of the busted up vehicle and opened the barn doors with a creak that shook the whole place; as Ivy found a set of matches on the hay-strewn floor and lit up the rusting lanterns hanging from the walls. While there aren't any sheep or chickens in the barn, the smell of them still lingered in the haystacks piled up in the corners of the drafty building, and it made Freckle nauseous. Through pain-dazed eyes, he watched from his spot on the floor as Ivy and Rocky gathered bundles of hay up the rickety ladder to the hayloft. He tried to keep his eyes open, to stand up and help, but the rafters spun and the floor swirled and the blood rushed into his head as he felt his body fall forwards and --

-- land onto a ... surprisingly soft wood floor ?

Not a floor, he eventually realized, opening his eyes and seeing a lantern swing softly overhead. Seeing Rocky's and Ivy's faces, the former grinning down at Freckle and the latter scrunching her nose. A bed made of straw. He gingerly moved his body, and felt hay prick his sides and tickle his arms.

"See, Miss Pepper, no harm done!" "Rocky, I said gently lower him onto the straw, not drop him onto the straw like a bag of rocks." "Miss Pepper, you knew that I had spaghetti arms - it'll take me awhile to get my muscles stiffened up to be linguine. And besides, I got him up to the hayloft, didn't I?"

Freckle strained his ears to listen as their voices got quieter. Their mouths were moving, and he was sure they were speaking. So why couldn't he hear them? He could only see their muzzles opening and stretching and closing. Could only see their eyes widening in and then their brows furrowing in tandem as the world closed in on him and he knew no more.

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The next time Freckle opened his eyes, it was to see Rocky balancing on precariously stacked blocks of old hay, rotting wooden chairs, and damp barrels, straining to reach a couple of quilts hanging from the rafters.

"Keep those haystacks steady, Miss Pepper!" "I'm trying!"

Freckle heard a triumphant whoop of glee from Rocky as his paws held onto the ends of the fabric, followed by a wobbling scream and a thunderous crash as Rocky, haystacks, chairs, and barrels fell to the floor.

Freckle sat upright -- and immediately regretted it. He pinned his ears back and released his breath in a hiss as a fresh wave of pain gripped him around the chest.

"Rocky! Are you alright?" Ivy's shrill question of concern. A chuckle that turned into a cackle, and a mussed-up paw holding up two grubby quilts. "Right as rain!"

Freckle coughed and tried to breathe steadily, but it felt like knives were cutting into his skin everytime he did so.

Rocky and Ivy turned their heads to look at him, their ears facing forward and their tails thumping the floor.

"Rocky," Freckle started, taking in the strands of hay clinging to his cousin's fur and clothes, "are you sure you're okay?"

Rocky blinked, his mouth forming a small 'o' before splitting into an ear-to-ear 'v'.

" 'Course I am, dear cousin!" he replied, erupting into raucous laughter. "Nothing ol' Rocky can't handle!" He threw the quilts in Freckle's direction, and they landed with a heavy thud on the railings of the hayloft. "Are you okay, though?"

Freckle thought about that for a bit. "Better than before," he finally muttered.

To this, Rocky's grin spread even wider. "Well, I'll be taking my leave to go check on the car, then. Miss Pepper, take care of Freckle for me while I'm gone, will ya? Will ya -- ? Good! I won't take long, I'll just make sure the car is alright, and in the meantime you two go on and rest and cuddle and snuggle and neck--"

"What?"

Rocky stopped, smiling sheepishly. "Did I say anything?"

And just like that, he was walking out of the barn with a bounce to his step before Freckle could respond, the barn door shutting behind him with a resounding boom. Freckle sank deeper into the bed with a sigh, as Ivy climbed the ladder and took the two quilts on the splintery railings into her arms.

"By 'check on the car', does Rocky mean sleep in the car or leave the two of us alone so we can 'rest and cuddle and snuggle and neck'?" Ivy paused, as if in thought about something. "But then again, Rocky probably meant both," she added with a small giggle.

In response, Freckle let out a chuckle, and then a wince as he put a paw to his bruised ribs -- bruised or broken? Ivy's eyes widened with concern and she scuttled towards Freckle and began to prop his head up with one of the quilts.

"N-no, it's fine, Miss Pepper," wheezed Freckles, and Ivy laughed and propped him up anyways.

"Don't be silly, Calvin, you need it more than I do. And I already told you," she added, moving closer and sitting next to him, pulling her knees to her chin, "to call me Ivy."

Freckle could only nod dumbly, feeling the blush creep up to his cheeks. Ivy laughed and slid down to lay on her back, turning on her side and propping herself on her elbow to peer at Freckle.

"You know, Rocky did the right thing, leaving the two of us in here," she said, her tone low, an intimate murmur meant only for him. "You're really cute when you blush like that."

And that sent Freckle into a flurry of blushes and stammers, much to Ivy's delight and to his embarassment (or was he really embarassed, though?). Ivy laughed again -- musical, bright, lilting -- and she wriggled closer, her bottom lip below her teeth. Freckle could almost see his reflection in her eyes.

She smiled again, softer and sweeter this time. Overhead, the wind blew and whistled, making the rafters groan. Noticing this, Ivy reached behind her for the other quilt. She grimaced at the state of the fabric, but then shook her head and pulled it with a flourish so that it covered both her and Freckle.

"We better be heading to sleep," said Ivy, snuggling next to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "Rocky would probably wake us up in the crack of dawn, and your bruises need time to heal before he starts bouncing the car down the interstate again."

"Rocky probably wouldn't sleep tonight, anyways," Freckle blurted out, more to just speak out of anything.

"Probably," Ivy repeated, nodding. She looked up at him, her expression soft. "Well, goodnight, Calvin."

"Goodnight, Miss Pep- Ivy. Goodnight, Ivy. S-sleep well."

The sides of Ivy's mouth quirked up. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, her breathing steady.

Letting out an exhale, Freckle turned his head to stare up at the ceiling. Outside, the frogs resumed their croaking, and the cicadas continued their humming. The wind joined in, rustling the leaves of the willow trees outside. Ivy's breathing syncing up with his. It rocked him like how a mother rocks her child, the sounds of the barn and the woods and their breathing lulling him to sleep like a gentle balm to his heart.

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It was dark, so dark Ivy couldn't even see her own paws. The lanterns must've been died down, she thought. Squinting in the gloom, she could faintly make out the silhouette of the embers of the coal of their overhead lantern turning from red to black. A shiver ran through Ivy's body, rustling her fur. Dark, and cold. Why was it so cold? She reached for the quilt -- and found that it wasn't anywhere near her. Confused, she sat up, and in the thin rays of moonlight the boarded-up barn windows let in she saw Calvin's body, turned on his side with his back to her and the folds of the quilt all bunched up beside him. No wonder why it's freezing.

She moved closer to him, fitting her front to his back and pulling the quilt back over the both of them. She let out a small gasp at the heat from Freckle's body, and she tentatively wrapped her arms around his middle, avoiding his ribs. Then she snuggled her cheek against his back, and sighed in content. Pulling the quilt back over the both of them, she closed her eyes and felt herself returning to slumber.

Until sometime later a breeze ran through the barn and Ivy felt the tips of her tail stand up.

She opened her eyes, groggy with sleep, and peered through the darkness once more. Calvin had rolled farther from her, bringing the quilt with him. Her lips in a peeved pout, she took hold of one end of the quilt and tugged, covering herself with the sliver of fabric that she had managed to pull from Calvin. Relaxing, she closed her eyes again and was already feeling sleep taking over her body when --

-- the blanket rolled away from her again and she sat up, ever so slightly livid from the effects of the cold and her sore body and her tiredness all combined.

Frustrated, she crawled towards Calvin again, and was ready to go into battle for the quilt when she saw him curled up, shivering, his knees to his chest and his tail wrapped around his legs. In horror, Ivy gave herself a mental smack on the head. He's the one with the bruised ribs, not you! Chagrin overcame her, and she softly whispered an apology before tucking the edges of the quilt around his body and settling to lay beside him, softly hugging him from behind in an attempt to warm him up with whatever body heat she had left in her. After all, she consoled herself, the socks on her feet was thick and her jacket, regardless of how soiled and roughed up it is, was soft. She could handle being cold for a couple of hours.

She quieted down, her body relaxing and her eyes closing once more. Eventually her breathing steadied, and she was asleep.

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Freckle felt like he was rising from a deep jar of very thick molasses.

Slowly, his senses awoke and came to life. His ears heard the soft chirp of birds; his eyes saw the few rays of weak sun slipping through the cracks of the boarded windows and the dust motes that danced and swirled in it; his hands registered the dirt-caked patchwork of the quilt and with it the sleeping figure beside him.

The sleeping figure ... curled up into a ball, arms folded across her chest, ears pinned back, tail as stiff as a board and eyebrows knotted together. His brain struggled to think. Why was Ivy sleeping like that? Hesitantly, he reached out to touch the tips of her ears -- they were freezing. Freckle frowned, trying to recall the night before. The night before was filled with pain from his bruised ribs ... and the unusually harsh bite of an autumn breeze. In dread, everything clicked into place. He looked at the quilt gathered around him, then at Ivy's body, then back to the quilt and back to the body, over and over again until he felt like he was going to throw up.

Ivy slept last night without a blanket.

Quickly, he threw the quilt over her, guilt flooding his stomach. He repressed a squeak as Ivy grumbled. As she wriggled under the cover of the quilt and peeked one round eye open, then the other. She blinked several times in the pale dawn as she zeroed in on Freckle's expression.

"Are you okay?" she asked, fully alert and sitting up. "Is anything hurting, Calvin?" Just then she seemed to register the quilt. She looked down at it in confusion, then at Calvin.

Calvin felt his tongue unstick from the roof of his mouth. "Y-your ears were freezing and you seemed cold so I put the quilt on you and -- I'm sorry if you were really cold last night because of me -- I didn't mean to, I just roll around a lot when I sleep so--"

Laughing, Ivy stopped him with a kiss. Before Calvin could react, she pulled away and wrapped the quilt around his shoulders.

"Well, it was cold last night," she said with a shrug, "but you seemed like you needed it more. You should've seen yourself, you were shaking like a leaf in a storm."

Freckle had a faint memory of waking up and finding the barn really cold, but he doubted that it was as bad as Ivy told him.

(It was as bad as Ivy told him.)

"But still," he started, his voice fading away into nothingness as he took the quilt and placed it back around Ivy.

"I'm okay, Calvin," she replied, shaking her head in bemusement. Her lips puckered up in a pout and she shut one eye, as if in thought. "How about this -- we try to get a bit more shut-eye before Rocky blasts the barn open with the car? But this time, we both get the quilt. How does that sound?"

Freckle couldn't help but smile. God, he liked her. He liked her a lot. Thank you for dragging me into the cafe during that one time, Rocky, said a little voice in the back of his head.

"That sounds fine with me, Miss Pepper," he found himself saying before he could stop himself.

Ivy's eyes enlarged and her eyebrows scowled in mock anger, drawing herself up to her full sitting height.

"I mean Ivy," said Freckle hastily, meeting her gaze with one of mock timidness. "That sounds fine with me, Ivy."

Ivy glared at him for a while, then her face broke out into a smile, so contagious and sunny it was that Freckle smiled as well. Giggling, she lay back down again, smoothing the rumpled spot of hay beside her and patting it. Freckle did the same, barely managing to not erupt into blushes when Ivy threw her arms around him and gently nuzzled the side of her face into his chest. Freckle stared down at the top of her head and -- he didn't know what possessed him to do it so boldly -- found one of his paws cradling it oh so softly, holding it like it was a fragile vase. The other found itself interlocking its fingers with hers, their paws fitting so perfectly within each other. Ivy looked at him, stunned at what he had done, then her eyes softened and she grinned.

"What a sheik you are," she teased, giving him yet another kiss. This time Freckle returned her kisses, pulling her closer to him and stroking the back of her head, weaving his fingers into her hair. In between kisses he found himself sighing in satisfaction, enjoying the sensation of Ivy's lips against his. Rocky could be back at any moment, and he could badger and taunt Freckle all he wanted when he caught him like this, but Freckle found that he didn't care. Well, for now, anyways.

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It was a bright-eyed Rocky that drove their fixed car -- fixed being a subjective matter, with the trunk shut tight with several rolls of tape and syrup -- down the worn dirt path of the barn. Last night the whole place had looked forboding, like it'll drag you by the ends of your feet and swallow you whole; but in the pale autumn morning, with the skies the color of cotton-candy and the clouds painted pale gold by the waking sun, it seemed approachable, welcoming even. Even the willow trees were pleasant to look at!

He stopped the car in front of the barn. Stepping out, he whistled a merry little tune.

"RISE AND SHINE SLEEPING BEAUTIES," he announced, throwing the barn door open with an extravagant sweep of his paw. "THE SUN IS SOARING, THE BIRDS ARE SINGING, AND WE DON'T WANNA MAKE MISS M. TOO MAD - oh, what's this?" he added, fixing the hayloft with a curious stare.

Swiftly, he climbed the ladder and had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from howling with laughter at what he's seeing.

"Freckle, you rascal," he choked out, wiping tears of pride from his eyes. "You rascal, you."

It was almost seven in the morning, and Rocky knew there'd be hell to pay once he gets the car back in the garage next to the Little Daisy cafe, but how could he possibly wake his dearest cousin and his sweetheart from such a saccharine slumber? So he decided to climb back down the ladder and exit the barn -- he needed more than five coats of syrup to keep the trunk closed, anyways --, leaving Freckle and Ivy alone in their makeshift bed in the hayloft, their arms wrapped around each other in a loving embrace, fingers locked, chests rising and falling in a synchronized rhythm.

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wooahaes · 2 years

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Hi! Congrats on 1k!! I love your writing a lot, thank you so much for sharing it with us :)

Could I request 5 and 8 from your prompt list for Hoshi? Thank you!! 💕

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pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

word count: 0.4k~

warnings: dummy hosh <3 intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: tysm for supporting me and my writing!!! also thank u for requesting my tiger man... i love him... i am giving him soo many kisses hehe

“hold out your hand and close your eyes. i got you something.”

soonyoung had seen you hugging your bag close to your chest, smiling brightly at him. the two of you had agreed to meet outside the movie theatre for your date, and his heart had lifted from the moment he saw you heading toward him with that cute sparkle in your eye. you gave him a pointed look, yet still playful in doing so, waiting for him to listen to your request. he smiled at you before closing his eyes eyes, one hand open and waiting for you. he heard you unzip your bag, rooting around inside before placing something small and hard into the palm of his hand. he waited, hearing the sound of your keys jingling before the sound of you zipping your bag back up...

“okay,” you said. “you can open them. this reminded me of you.”

and he did, looking down to see a little tiger keychain his palm, his heart already fluttering. you knew about his love of the animal and indulged him whenever you could, and he smiled as he looked up. “thank you!” he pressed his closed-fist to his chest. his heart was warm and he felt joy bubbling up and overflowing as he grew giddier. you saw a tiger and thought of him?

maybe you were his soulmate.

“and,” you held up your keys, showing off an identical one in white, “we match!”

he gasped, reaching out to look at the little charm. the two of you were matching now and that made your budding relationship feel a lot more serious. he looked up, knowing that his face was burning. “i love it, but... why did you...?”

“i thought it’d be cute,” you said, rocking on your heels. “do you not like it?”

“no! no, i really love it,” he said, cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling. “i just... i’m surprised.” he tucked the tiger keychain into his pocket, glad to secure it there. if he lost it, he’d never forgive himself. “most people tease me about it...”

“well... i think it’s cute. and...” you averted your gaze for a moment, a little embarrassed to say it, “i love you, you dork. and i thought this would be a good way to tell you that.”

he blinked in surprise. “you... love me?”

“you don’t have to say it back--”

“i love you, too,” he smiled. “i’ve been wanting to say it.”

he watched you go wide-eyed in response, immediately turning away as you grew more flustered. you held out your hand a moment later.

“we should go,” you said. “we have plans, right?”

and he intertwined his fingers with your own, smiling happily that you were at his side.

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #hoshi x reader #hoshi fluff #hoshi x you #kwon soonyoung x reader #kwon soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung x you

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myhotel-year · 11 months

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TONIGHT'S MOVIE: Ready Player One

this is a series where i am watching a movie and want to tell people things out loud but i'm alone or told to shut up irl

THOUGHTS:

very my dad coded, "the 80s were peak in all human history and time" and i'm suspect of that, but they all seem harmless

you can WIN by knowing TRIVIA this man was autistic

he is also autistic coded and it's a bit obvious but i love him

i refuse to ever believe the true nerds would ever EVER work w the bad guys

just because they're corporate. one thing men learned to do in the 80s was to "stick it to the man"

secretary lady said "sir these are children. grow up" and she was RIGHT lmao ur nemesis is 11

i would have loved this at 12 years old /affectionate

Artemis is a GOD

omfG THEY KEPT H'S CHARACTER

my fellow nerds!! we must unionise to to keep our nerd-dom free and equal

i need Fred voice man to secretly switch sides

i was always a fantasy mythology latin theater arts nerd autistic growing up not the scifi star wars star trek science math boy nerd autistic

but i see you, i understand

ok maybe making a religion out of your game and having a singular popular voted leader is more of a "democracy wins" rather than communism but it's going in the right direction

ong they're playing a game while evil secretary is like "i can just kill these children irl, then they die in the game"

ok maybe i'm just attracted to Nerd Freaks,

AND the fact that the kids are fighting where dying in game doesn't mean dying irl

but the corporate bad guys are going the kill irl to kill in game method, it's really telling

THE IRON GIANT AND THE 80S VOLTRON

as a transgender person, i recognize a love for the customization of characters that videogames give

prostate cancer medicine ad

(side note all the bad side effects literally describe most of my chronic pain wow cancer sucks)

fuck my new cart hits so hard

IT'S NOT ABOUT WINNING IT'S ABOUT PLAYING

fuck i hate bad guys, they're so hateable

i really son't understand the mechanics of how moving/hitting works in this videogame vs real life shit

hank green's book did it better

HA BOSS GUY GOT KICKED IN THE BALLS

this is what you get for making weird sex toys out of cool vr stuff

THE QUARTER I AM SOBBING

maybe everything i watch is good because i'm high not the other way around

either way i am having more fun consuming media than i ever have this makes me so happy

NINJAS DON'T HUG

i love that he's aware of the real world and the videogame at the same time

stick it to the karens these days

the first easter egg ever in video game history 😭

mans doxxing himself to get irl help, THAT is reaching out to your community

the nerds being happy

being completely poor again to get the prize, the american dream

also the orphan inheriting from the Wise Old Man, MUAH an underappreciated trope

the final test and the MOST AUTISTIC MAN I'VE EVER SEEN I LOVE HIM

YES THE MOB SHOULD KILL HIM

a true mob would never be intimidated by force

oh man jeeze that guy is my dad (the autistic one)

THE GAMERS WOULD NEVER BOW TO THE POLICE WTF

MR MAGORIUMS MAGIC EMPORIUM that's what it reminds me of

bro, i will join the punk rock rebellion in a minute, first i have to kiss a girl

oh man H is my fucking fav can i kiss u

technically she's a lesbian in canon but it's purely out of Respect

awwww they created a democratic government for the videogame

"there's no rule against losing a bet to a cheeky kid"

tuesdays and thursdays are for making out with girlfriends

CONCLUSION:

maybe Spielberg movies are for those kids who went to video game unreality when i went to book unreality, it hits the right buttons

#just some #key ideas for you #lmao #ready player one #steven spielberg #silly time #tonight's movie

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kamurocho-lullaby · 8 months

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So I was planning to go through and pretty this up but I just haven't had the energy so I'm just gonna dump them here.

These are my notes from my first time watching the Yakuza movie!

I've added a cut because they're long. There's typos, they're not edited, it's literally just chaos bullet points but tadaaaah. There's also a lot of cussing, swearing, whatever u call it, so sorry.

Date is just so fuckin done with the Tokyo PD's shit I love him.

Throwing down in a Don Quixote, yes Kiryu.

WAIT IS THIS STARDUST! IS THAT FUCKIN YUYA?! IT IS AND KAZUKI TOO!

Wait who's this little shit bleeding in Kazuki's floor?

Kiryu's fight in the DQ reminds me of that gif of him fucking up a Poppo it's so good.

HOLY SHIT ITS MILENNIUM TOWER! I sure hope that doesn't explode.

HERE HE IS! Mr Tumblr Sexyman himself.

WHY ISNT HE SHIRTLESS COWARDS

I can't get over the fact Majima supposedly reads the financial times

"where's Kiryu?" "Somewhere" "not good enough" *murder*

I love the idea that Majima is at the batting cages so often it's his office. Like he absolutely painted that sign himself what a dork.

This chick is insane and wants to go robbing stores when a Yakuza war is breaking out, side story material

Date is so fuckin done literally said "not my Division"

AAAAAHHHHHH ITS HARUKA!!!!

Kiryu seems a lot colder in this movie than he is in the games idk maybe he'll warm up

Who is this cocktail making silent man I am so confused

Why is Kazuki so hot?!

THEYRE ROBBING A PORK BOWL SHOP WHAT THE FUCK

Majima and crew are goofy as fuck and I really love them literally everyone is scared of them it's fucking hilarious

HE CALLS HIS CREW KIDDIES and then ditches them to get his rocks off in a video store and the guy he beaned with a fuckin baseball in his own crew is like "ILL FOLLOE U TO THE ENDS OF THE ESRTH"

This man is goofy as fuck one second and then breaking fingers and toes to find his boyfriend the next

DUDE HES PAYING THIS KID WITH PAIN WTF I wanna be this kid wtf

Oh fuck he's got a gun, nobody should allow Majima a gun

HIS CREW KNOWS THE DEAL THEY'RE ALL HANDS UP DONT SHOOT ME BOSS I LOVE YOU

Literally the Majima fam have a "oh fuck the boss has got a gun" emergency plan

I just noticed he's wearing a studded belt omg

Kiryu needs more frown lines

OHHHH DADS MEET AGAIN

Haruka got some sass I love her

"don't be corrupting her mind" what the fuck Date he found her like that

Majima was fuckin up Pink Street why didn't he go karaoke

Lol the guy at Ebisu Pawn gives zero shits about being robbed

Kiryu, Haruka and the dog make a cute picture I love it

Fuckin Majima isn't even like looking for intel he's just wandering around shouting about Kiryu-chaaaaaaaan

Lol Kiryu gets a flip phone and it's got a charm on it omg

"over the top shit is his trademark" you don't fuckin say

LOL DATE he's just like Kiryu and Majima are up to shit it's your fuckin problem I'm out "the military won't even save your asses" omg

Don't tell me the fuckin Jingweon are here I don't wanna fuckin deal with thaaaaaaat

"Yokohama's Lau Kalong" WAIT WHAT (having learned more about 7, YES that Lau Kalong apparently the Snake Flower Triad are a bunch of assholes and they're also like everywhere)

Oh fuck this kid's been sent to kill Kyohei Jingu?! no shit of course he has

Oh fuck SERENA I didn't think we'd see that in this movie

Lol Kiryu knows the RGG way, they ain't dead until you see a body and even then cough cough Kashiwagi cough cough

Lol Haruka teaching him to use a cellphone

Majima taking a break from getting his ass kicked by Kiryu to beat up his boys is so fuckin funny

Haruka's just on the sidelines like "these fuckin dumbass boys smh"

I'm sad it's not his lacquered tanto

Yo Kiryu is fuckin merciless what?!

LOL HE JUST FUCKIN DROPPED Kiryu is so done with his dumbass boyfriend flopping on the groud

Lol all the Yakuza in Kamurocho mobilising like the fuckin Avengers

LOL the bank robbers feeding everyone in the bank is just wild I love it, still can't figure out who they are tho (they're side story material)

LOL ALL OF MAJIMAS GUYS CRAMMED IN AN AMBULACE

How is Majima MORE unhinged in this movie than he is in the games

Theatre square! Honestly the shots in this movie are actually pretty good, im surprised

The Jingweon's gun is a monstrosity why the fuck

Is that supposed to be Shimano?

Kazuki getting all intimidating with the weapons dealer do be kinda hot tho why he gotta grab him by his chin like thst

Also why does Kiryu know this guy and why does he know he's a massochist?!

LOL Kiryu protecting Haruka from the creep but like why is she there?!

Kiryu hearing all this shit about his kyoudai and he's just like... Stomping around like a mad man

Wait is Kazuki an imposter yet? (Spoiler alert, probably)

Lol these idiots cleaning up Pink Street like Majima isn't just gonna whirlwind through it again

"Don't fall for hosts, they'll get you in the end" solid advice Kiryu but are u talking from experience or? Like iirc hosts weren't a thing when u went to jail my man.

What the fuck is this dramatic military shit what who is this man?!

FUCKIN MAJIMA IN THE "BATHOUSE"

Kiryu actually trusts Majima to not go after Haruka! And he doesn't! He's actually genuinely not a bad man he's just mad as a bag of cats

Oh that whole Majima and Kiryu not killing people thing is out the window in this movie omg

"Kiryu-chan, you're so cool" Majima says through a mouthful of blood after he's been knocked fuckin cold onto his ass. This man has it so bad I love it

THE MAJIMA PEEPING AROUNF THE HALLWAY SCENE IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE

Fuckin Majima just pelting Kiryu in the gut with baseballs omg this movie is wild

FUCKIN HIS BAT GOT STUCK IN THE WALL OMG

Dude these guys literally kick the shit out of each other it's vicious I love it

The level of choreographed homoerotic whump in this movie

He just straight up put his foot on his ass

WHAT THE FUCK MAJIMA GET UR DICK OUT OF HIS FACE

SOMEBODY SHOT MY MAJIMA!!!!!

KAZAMA SHOT MY MAJIMA!!!!!

"Fuck you murder dad you shot my boyfriend"

OH THE GANGS ALL HERE ITS DATE

Wait do I get to see Nishiki?!

WHAT THE FUCK WHY DOES NISHIKI LOOK LIKR THST

WILL EVERYONR PLEASE STOP GETTING SHOT!!!!

The fuckin Staminan X and shit in the shop that's so rad, of course Kiryu is like I'll just chug some of this shit and go fuckin kill my bro I'm fine

THE TATTOO THAT WAS A FUCKIN RAD REVEAL

Oh hey it's Zombie Majima

Who allowed a military helicopter into fuckin Kamurocho airspace that's gotta be so illegal what the fuck

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THE BANK ROBBERS I love how they're just laying on the floor with the staff resigned to their shit

Nishiki put the fish away you dumb fuck

Lol Kiryu literally doesn't give a fuck about the Tojo and here's Nishiki making it all about the Tojo like bro wise up Kiryu is done with your shit

Kiryu just stone cold dead until he gets some of that Staminan that's a full triple heat gauge baby the dragon is back omg this movie is the dumbest shit I love it

The fuckin slow mo! 2007 did not deserve this movie

Top ten ways to kill your kyoudai, number 12 will jack your dad!

Wait we're not gonna get Mr "Beautiful Eyes" here are we?

Akiyama come get ur cash!!!!

Moooooom, Millennium Tower blew up again!

Y'know Date is kinda hot...

Suzuki also has no business being that hot

Fuckin Majima's dumbass batting cages sign someone better save his ass I swear to fuck

Fuckin dumbass got shot and he thinks he's got the flu lol

WHY IS THE DOG IN MILENNIUM TOWER?!?! WHAT THE FUCK KIRYU?!

Oh shit there's Kiryu oops guess he's not to blame for the dog

Question, how the fuck they gonna get down from the tower?

Oh my god okay it's done I'll clean this up later (spoiler alert, he did not clean it up later)

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rgg #like a dragon #yakuza spoilers #spoilers #like a dragon 2007 #LAD 2007 #yakuza movie #ratwatchesyakuza #ratpunk posts

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Hi Nina! I know we can't know too much about the side characters, but are there any crumbs you can tell us about?

oooh!!! honestly i love all the rm side characters -- and by that i mean like...75% of the characters in south park because for some reason i decided to put like all of them in rm, which is such a nightmare smh.

but hmmmmm....okay. so there's a kyle-centric side plot i really like in rm that shows up pretty soon ( that's why i'm not that worried about talking about it ) that is basically sort of kyle's legally blonde / righteously readhead moment where kyle's crimina laur professor AKA mr. motherfucking mackey, Babey! puts out this batshit insane, hard ass, ball-busting, literally Impossible To Pass midterm from hell, mmkay? and the 4 students that score the highest on the exam get to work with him on a pro-bono real life case out there in the world.

& the students that score the highest, better known as Jersey's Lawyer Core Four, ( yes, theyre a ragtag group of misfits, no they do not work well together/like each other v much at first ) are as follows:

kyle broflovski, heidi turner, tolkien black...

...and clyde donovan LKSHDSSKDHSD

( more on the sillies below...theyre jst Concepts atm but here! <3 )

now, back to clyde who....Sigh....

...everyone assumes got chosen because clyde's father essentially runs the university and his mother was a Crazy Talented Lawyer Lady who became the world's youngest supreme court justice before she passed -- i want to say clyde either indirectly caused/was present when she died and his father never forgave him/resented him for it...

but uhhhhh actually he just filled in the scantron in the shape of a Dinosaur and scored ONE POINT HIGHER THAN KYLE....do u know how MAD kyle was??? ohhhmg he was like yOU MUSTVE CHEATED YOU DONT DESERVE TO BE HERE U FUCKEN HALFWIT kyle is about to strangle clyde during the entire fanfiction smh i love the lawyer side plot so much hes like constantly running from kyle oof

but yeah thats clyde...he is the Big Man on Campus. hes kind of frat boy obnoxious like id call him a himbo but hes a chad tbh...HES GOT A GOOD HEART THO!!! he Means Well hes just suuuch a fkn disaster.

also i talk about him in a different ask ( someone asked me abt lesbian bebe! <3 ) but clyde has been in 'love' with bebe like his whole life and the running gag is he keeps trying to ask her out and has struck out Every Single Time its so funny help i luv him hes so LAME like clyde pls stop flexing she doesnt Want u!! shdjksd HE CRIES A LOT...clyde & ravenstan collab when oh my god...which tbh i do not think clyde likes cd but he respects their ability to pick up girls smh...

( also note: clydes a bicon but he does Not kno that yet...pray 4 him )

AND i actually think hes a REALLY GOOD lawyer!!! he has his moms passion and innate ability! but hes a disorganized mess and no one thinks that the can do it so he psyches himself out a lot...but hes gonna Shock Us All! HES A SLOW BURN OKAY!!! I BELIEVE IN YOU CLYDESDALE ) hes also craigs super best friend...no1 gets it. theyre brothers/soul bonded. like they are a truly iconique duo, tbh.

so uhhhh heidi works at grounded with kyle!!! i dont have her fleshed out but obvi she is our environmental law erin brockovich crunchy granola queen. her hair goes down to her ass...always smoking that grass...she is pagan, very good friends with tweek ( witchy legends ), she wears a lot of big funky statement jewelry, v sweet, v shy, but is at every single campus protest, lesbian but uh...cant talk to girls...

particularly one girl...with cool dyed red hair and a really cool sternum tattoo...who bartends at the lesbian bar and sometimes plays really kick ass indie rock music/is currently tryin to make it big like crimson dawn...possibly half peruvian and cousins w/craig. anyways! heidi is very lovely and kyle actually likes her very much because she lowkey reminds him of stan and marjorine combined into one person so he is very scary older brother overprotective of her bc shes his baby gay law student little sister and a strong breeze will blow her over....smh.

and finally, tolkien black is in a similar boat as kyle where there was a lot of pressure for him to fall into a certain profession but i think that tolkiens dad in the rm verse was like a very famous director and his mom was also involved in acting/film industry ( i think he may actually know raven/co. bc his dad helped direct their music vids ). tldr; tolkiens family is v affluent, indulgent and Rich Rich. like richer than fkn god like i think he was delivered on a yacht tbh. That RICH.

and tolkien was supposed to just fall into that role of acting...but has no interest in following in his parents footsteps/using them to make a name for himself or pretending to be someone hes not for that matter ( and just to pay homage to the show, i might have it so he changed his name from token to tolkien bc token was vapid ) and wanted to become a lawyer bc hes passionate abt pro-bono cases, specifically public defending/helping people who don't have help.

he has a very generous and gorgeous soul, the inside matches the outside tbh...him and kyle dress the best ( heidi is very light, airy, flowy shirts & long skirts, clyde is sloppy frat boy outfits/backwards hat/reps his fraternity [ hes president ], tolkien is kind of chill, casual, understated ( he also has dreads hes so fine ) not flashy but sort of effortlessly put together and kyle is giving crazy dead 1920s evil dark academia tired classics professor realness...hes so hot pls i luv him DREAM TEAM...NIGHTMARE FROM HELL TEAM IF U WILL!!! )

clyde and tolkien also clash and argue a lot in rm/hate each other p much. which uh, in my fanfiction, is v interesting...thats all imma say.

but yeah!!!!! jersey justice lgbt lawyer law student odd squad rise!!!!!

-uncle nina, who can quote legally blonde from memory

p.s. im gonna say clyde and kyle are sp native and heidi and tolkien are not from sp...to keep things interesting...anyways! i hope you enjoyed my weird info dump. these are...my kids...my babies, omg.

#HLKDHLKSHD #IDK #my medication kicked in so im being unhinged #but yes one of my fav rm side plots is the lawyer subplot #where mr mackey takes weird rag tag lawyer core four w him on a case and they have to work together and its such a mess #no one...really likes clyde...bc hes a dumbass ( i luv clyde ) bc he doesnt want to do any work he wants 2 party ( i get it )#heidi is trying to like him even tho he keeps hitting on her smh shes like clyde...i am sapphic and hes like what country is that #like everyone likes heidi bc shes the best but she is a little spacey sometimes and doesnt want to step on toes #kyle and tolkien actually respect each other a lot in rm THEYRE JUST FRIENDS OK!!! they also have radically different lawyer styles #tolkien is very cordial diplomatic but charasmatic and kyle is very calculating and frightening and incendiary #they are both like i dont fuck w the way u do ur thing...but ur a cool person u dress nicely ur strong and u fight for what u believe in #heidi and tolkien are like lets find a peaceful solution and clyde and kyle are like burn it all to the ground baby!!!#i do think clyde is the best lawyer out of every1...its just that no one has ever believed in him & hes never tried hard before #IM DONE NOW I GOT EXCITED #im gonna make the side characters pinterest sections soon so u can see them but i hope this makes sense a lil? I LOVE THEM

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weirdprophetess · 1 year

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been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

#ethel cain #hayden anhedönia #preachers daughter #mother cain #southern gothic #southern gothic aesthetic #my post

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 10 months

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TWO TOWERS THOUGHTS!!!!

there are more of these bc the two towers is probably my favourite of the trilogy, despite the distinct LACK of boromir 😔

BUT i did notice a few things that baby birb totally ignored or forgot about!!! find out what they are........below 😈

one of baby birb's fav shots of aragorn was when he's lying across a rock tracking merry and pippin bc it reminded me of that one episode spongebob squarepants where the lads end up riding a rock to the customer's house 🤣 'it's not a boulder, it's a rock! a big, beautiful ROCK!!' lmao

baby birb ALSO loved all the shots of everyone running. as a smol individual, i had to run EVERYWHERE to keep up with the Tall Folk 😒 sure it was nice seeing THOSE feckers sprinting for a change!!

am still very confused about why anyone listened to grima what's his name, ur man's half the way to gollum u know 👀

tangential to the running scenes: i love aragorn's doofy run where he's flinging his one arm about like a silly. reminds me of my OWN unhinged run 🤣 (it is possible that these films are more deeply imprinted upon me than i thought 😅)

'LOOKS LIKE MEAT'S BACK ON THE MENU, BOYS!!!'

legolas's FACE every time he has an emotion. delightful

knowing that viggo mortensen broke his toe made me laugh at the helmet kicking scene tbh, i know it's meant to be poignant but that EXTREMELY REALISTIC scream of pain got me going like 🤣

shout out to treebeard holding merry and pippin in his tree hands. i kept thinking 'what if he just. smashes them together like barbie dolls 🤣'

ORCSES. HOBBITSES. i actually love gollum-smeagol, he's too pathetic for me to hate. HE'S LITERALLY SAT THERE SINGING HIS LIL SONG AND EATING A RAW FISH. LEAVE HIM GO HE'S NOT BOTHERING ANYONE ;A;

that gifset ruined everything for me. 'this forest is old......very old....' old as balls. that's just the line now. i no longer acknowledge the original. 😔

cheeky gandalf!! 'u wouldn't part an old man from his walking stick!! 🥺😳😘🤭🙄' (<- this is how birb thought using emojis worked a scant five years ago. be GRATEFUL i was not on tumblr back then, for the carnage would have been GREAT AND TERRIBLE!!!)

i love love LOVE the scene of the trio beating the shite out of the bg guys while gandalf walked slowly toward the king. u just see legolas punching a dude in the face, aragorn ZOOMING round in front of gandalf and off to the side, it's hilarious 🤣

whEN THEY TOSS GRIMA DOWN THE STAIRS LIKE JGY 👀

so many ICONIC lines!!! 'boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!!'

'it's the beards 👀'

U DROP ARAGORN OFF A CLIFF???? OH! OH! JAIL FOR ORCS!! JAIL FOR ORCS FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

rip eowyn, she's so lonely and sad that the slightest validation from a hot guy she's known for five minutes was enough to make her fall stupid in love with him 😔

(i am also stupid in love with him, but it's different when i do it bc. um. uhhhh. 👀😳)

god he IS great tho, isn't he??? he's so dirty and greasy and wet and soggy, i love him and his dirty face and his dirty clothes and his dirty hands i love him i love him i lo

legolas got SO ANGRY about the orc telling them aragorn went over the cliff, he took it SO PERSONALLY. this makes birb want them to kiss each other 😊

they can kiss gimli as well, i don't mind!!

also the king awkwardly patting legolas on the shoulder like he's a slightly homophobic dad trying to comfort his gay son after a break-up, 'i still care about u but im super uncomfortable so im just not gonna say anything ok?? ok. manly head nod. im out 😐'

OPEN MOUTH KISSING??? BEFORE MARRIAGE????!!!!!!! OBSCENE!!!!!! LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY GHOST!!!

side note: poor elrond, here he is trying to make sure his daughter has a good life and all she wants is to marry the dirty ranger like

'u think u know a girl, u raise her for 2000 or whatever years, organise her birthday parties and buy her a pony and teach her how to control the river, and then in the end she leaves u behind and marries a guy with a fraction of her lifespan, dooming herself to future suffering and despair smh 😔'

also arwen's face when aragorn is breaking up with her,,,,,'what did daddy say to u?? this is bc of what he said, isn't it?! i can't believe he's still interfering with my love life!!!!' ;A;

that lil ~half caress~ aragorn does to legolas's hand when he's returning arwen's necklace to him????? it's like??? idk super romantic??? it made my stomach go SWOOP?? if i stare at a gif of this scene i feel a bit dizzy??? is that weird. am i. weird 👀

i want them to make out with each other, sorry lads 😔

the annoying thing in all these medieval fantasy type stories, when there's not enough men for the war, they're always conscripting 10 year old boys, while the teenage girls and young women without any kids are hiding with the elders and children. LIKE. HOW can u justify sending little 8 yo haleth son of hama to the front lines?? LOOK AT HIM!! HE'S TINY!!! surely a 15 - 21 year old young woman would have a better chance of NOT DYING than a wee lad!!! they're peasants, they're used to hard labour!! do directors/writers etc think it's more ~realistic~ or sth?? do ppl think NO WOMAN ever took up a sword in a crisis??? even if certain things are Not Done (and in some places, even under penalty of DEATH), the Rules tend to fly out the feckin window once there's an emergency!!! I THINK 10,000 ORCS MARCHING ON HELM'S DEEP COUNTS FOR AN EMERGENCY???????

all im saying. is if we're all going to die anyway, then EVERYONE should get a sword. even the kids. ESPECIALLY the kids. it went really well in the walking dead when the lil girls each had a pistol. i promise i can be trusted with weapons i p romi s

the best thing in medieval-style warfare is when the two armies stand across from each other and shout insults back and forth for a bit, like 'you're ugly!' or 'you're smelly!' or 'i slept with your sister, and it weren't anything to write home about!!'

please could somebody fetch gimli a ladder, ur mans can't see above the fecking wall like nnO NO NOT THAT KIND OF LADDER

legolas and gimli counting their kills will never NOT be funny to me

MY KING A BEAST!! LOOK AT HIM GO!!! HE RODE A FUCKING LADDER AND CRASHED INTO A BUNCH OF ORCS LIKE A KILLER WHALE GOING AFTER SEALS!!! ;A;

god when he shoves open those doors and ARRIVEs it's so so so fucking hot. god he is sso hot. he's so hot i love him i love him i

lol they sneak out the side door like 'hee hee hoo hoo, no one shall see us~' 🤣

'TOSS ME!!!!!' *yeets the dwarf*

legolas SHIELD SURFING!!! HANG TEN, BRO!!! GNARLY WIPE OUT!!! 🤙

im sorry

imagine being such an asshole that u make the fucking TREES angry??? like, u make the trees hate u SO FUCKING MUCH. that they literally come MARCHING OUT OF THE FOREST to commit mass property damage???? 👀

when i watched the scene i shouted 'TILL BIRNAM WOOD DO COME TO HIGH DUNSINANE!!!!' out loud but nobody laughed ._.

come onnnn it's funny right??? esp since we know that 'no man of woman born' can kill the guy in the next film!!! iT'S FUNNY, RIGHT??? ;A;

sam and frodo tumbling down the stairs also made me laugh but i paid for it immediately after when sam goes 'it's your sam. don't you know your sam?' fucknig KILL MEEEEE PLS

the most iconic, most beautiful, most painful line of the film-----the one that always makes me cry, the one i couldn't forget if i wanted to, the words that stand between me and DEATH------

'That there's some good in this world, Mr Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.'

GOD. IM FUCKING DEAD 😭😭😭😭 beautiful delivery as well, shout out to samwise gamgee for being the best man to walk middle earth, i will now lie in a puddle of my own tears _(:3」∠)

#birb watch #birb rewatches the lotr trilogy #the two towers #lotr #i ufkcnig lvoe thisee films but they leave me EXHAUSTED #ThEY ARE SO SO LONG #anD I APPEAR TO HAVE AUDHD????#BAD MIX ;A;#i passed out right after again lmaooo #we might save the final film for tuesday i think i need time to recover #aaaaaa the two towers is my fav i love it so much i can't stand it ;A;#sorry for having basic bitch ships but uhhhh #actually im not sorry :D #tho tbh i'd happily ship anyone and everyone with each other #peace and love in middle earth

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roanapuratnight · 1 year

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For music taste: Revy and Balalaika 👀

revy:

- lots and lots and lots of punk!!

- i know she’s canonically into metal which i do like for her, but i feel like she’d maybe lean into the punkier side still

- Iggy and the Stooges, The Damned, Bad Brains

- The Deftones are one of her favourites (since to me, they sound somewhere between heavy punk and metal)

- anything that’s fast and shredding lol

- Also I think there’s be a touch of riot grrrl in there too - bikini kill etc (bc she is so gay like come on)

- (sorry tangent) i think as a kid she was probably also influenced by the 90s new york rap scene, The Notorious B.I.G and so on..

- she makes a reference to Light My Fire by the Doors, so I feel like she’d also be into kind of late sixties-early seventies (kind of psychedelic) rock?

- The Doors and Jimi Hendrix for. sure.

- i actually made a playlist for her a while ago, but it’s more of a concept playlist as opposed to music i think she’d actually listen to - i can link it tho if ur interested!!

whoo okay sorry that was long

balalaika:

- we know this girl slayer was at war during the 80s, i feel like the only music she may have has occasional access to was through a small shitty radio

- this leads me to two conclusions: she developed a begrudging love for traditional afghani music, and after coming home from war, she would try to consume as much 80s media as possible

- something about her just feels incredibly 80s, her power suit (idk if it’s just the art style) but i’ve always just assumed it has shoulder pads??, the cigars, her nails as well (i know that’s a weird one but they kind of remind me of Nomi in Showgirls - which is a painfully 80s film lol)

- so ANYWAYS all that to say: she’s an 80s girly

- Kate Bush (i’ve said before, I’ll say it again)

- i think she’d find the song Babooshka amusing…

- Kate Bush always used a lot of string and woodwind instruments which kind of feel reminiscent of folk music?

- she is also an oingo boingo fan which i think is incredible, i think she’d also have a little bit of an affection for other new wave bands of the early 80s

- i’m kind of seeing some Blondie?? (maybe some grace jones too if she’s feeling good)

- or like Ultravox or some shit? she reminds me of the song Vienna

- i feel like she’s also weirdly quite classic, i think she’d be into early 60s gogo music too

- i’m thinking Nancy Sinatra and Francois Hardy ( as they have a kind of moodiness to them)

- on the same note, there’s also a really incredible cellist called Jacqueline du Pré who wrote these dark, deep orchestral pieces which fuck really hard

- going back to her time at war, i found a beautiful song recently called Wa Wa Leili which is an afghani folk song which kind of gives me the same vibe as Kate Bush?? like i wouldn’t be surprised if it influenced her in some way - anyways i think Balalaika would get down to it

- Also Chet Baker

okay sorry that was even longer i think

this is was super fun!! tysm for the ask 🫶🫶 i’d love to hear what u think!! 🕴🎧

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sleepyrouge · 2 years

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missing the mrs.

request: "i was thinking of him seeing some advertisements of pin up models and imaginging his wife wearing those outfits. and because of how boring and uneventful the patrol is, his mind becomes so fixated on his wife in skimpy outfits that it makes him hard." -@princeasimdiya12

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author's note: my very first request!!! this was actually super fun for me and i got really into it!! hopefully y'all think it turned out as good as i hope it did :) (and i actually used proper capitalization for this one so u know it's special)

feat.: rock lock (ken takagi)

content warnings: exhibitionism, male orgasm, gagging (kinda?) (18+/mdni/ageless blogs dni!!!!)

Step. Walk. Trudge. Wave to the little kid with his mother that reminded him too much of his own little family. The late afternoon passed uneventfully-the way he wished all afternoons would pass. The sun had finished settling beyond the horizon. Now, Rock Lock knew, came the portion of the evening he destested most. The time in his patrol where there was nothing to do. The working folks were having dinner at home with their families or settling down in some restaurant to recount their day. The college kids were back in their dorms, working on coursework until it was sufficiently late enough for their brand of debauchery. Hell, there weren’t even any villains around to sniff out. He didn’t even have a partner around tonight to be annoyed by. It was truly insufferable. He would much, much rather be at home with his wife and new baby. Then, at least, he would be doing something productive with his time instead of beating the pavement down imperceptibly as he patrolled his way through Musutafu.

The monotony of the patrol gave way to abject boredom that even he was powerless to fight off. Rock Lock started to become more interested in his surroundings as more neon lights started to flash on around him. There was the convenience store on the corner where he could pop in for a coffee if he really wanted it. There was a little ramen place on his side of the street where he could see every table packed in the fluorescent glow. He trudged on, looking for any sign of trouble or any citizen in distress. There were none. His attention drifted to the billboards that loomed high over buildings. There was one for a new brand of beer he was sure he’d never try. There was one for a new skincare line. There was one…that gave him pause. A woman-a model-stood high against the skyline clad in a red lingerie set. It was advertising some kind of adult shop. Rock Lock sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. Talk about going for the lowest common denominator. Now, there was certainly nothing wrong with red lingerie, it just wasn’t what he preferred. Especially not when his wife was the only person he would be satisfied seeing in such attire. No, he thought, he wouldn’t be satisfied with that type of attire at all. He walked on and shook his head. He turned a corner. Took in the new billboards. This time, he saw something that captured his interest.

An advertisement for the same adult shop. This time the model was wearing something black. Lacy. Strappy. Classy. There wasn’t much left of her body for him to imagine. He paused in the middle of the walkway, not that there was anyone around for him to be in the way of. Rock Lock tilted his head from one side to the other, craning his neck to take in the edges of the lace and the angles of the straps. He didn’t care for the model. That wasn’t to say that she wasn’t a fine lady if he were to know her, but he knew that his wife could put her to shame in the very same outfit. He imagined being back in their shared bedroom with her standing before him. Nothing on but the lacy bra and panties. He imagined running his finger under one of the straps and popping it against her skin. She’d whimper a little bit, probably, and press closer to him. If he concentrated hard enough, he could just imagine the scent of her floral shampoo wafting up from her blonde hair and dancing on the edge of his nostrils. He took a deep breath and started to step forward, hand swinging forward and brushing against his hard cock.

“Fuck,” mumbled just slightly under his breath. Of course he’d had to go and get hard in public thanks to his boredom. Thankfully, the darkness covered the most obvious features of his erection but he knew it wasn’t proper and moreso, he knew it was there for anyone to walk up and see. His eyes fluttered shut and his lips pursed open in little ecstasy as he ran his hand up and down his length through spandex. He got harder underneath his own fingertips as he thought of his wife palming him instead. He thought of looking down at her damn near perfect tits encased tantalizingly while she pushed her hand up and down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he mumbled again to nobody but himself. He was too hard for the problem to just go away by itself now. Strangely enough, he wasn’t panicking. In fact, Rock Lock was almost thrilled. His hand never left his bulge as he looked around quickly for somewhere more private to deal with his issue. Sure, the thought of jacking off in public had him bursting at the seams but he could still display a bit of decorum even as the streets remained empty. He shuffled into a dip in between two buildings and wasted no time in rubbing himself more urgently through his hero costume. He could make this fast. Rock Lock envisioned reaching down between his wife’s legs and finding the pretty black lace there absolutely soaked. He could almost hear her pretty little moans as he thought about spreading her wet lips open with two fingers until her underwear sat right up against her clit and pulling on the waistband. He slapped his free hand over his mouth to stifle the grunt that desperately wanted to come out. He was starting to sweat. His costume was too tight. His dick was too constricted. He panted as he reached around to the back of his neck and pulled down the concealed zipper that held his costume together. He pulled the tight spandex off of his arms and down his chest until the rest of the fabric rested just below his ass. His exposed skin prickled in the cool night air.

He spit quickly into his left hand and wrapped his fist around the base of his almost painfully hard cock. He closed his eyes and thought of tossing his wife on their bed so her ass was up in the air, ready for him. He tugged his hand along his dick, spreading the precum already leaking from the tip as he started to jerk himself off in earnest. He still heard no one going by on the street. Rock Lock bit his lip and ran his hand up his chest before pinning the palm of his right hand over his mouth. He allowed himself a few self-indulgent whimpers as his mind wandered to how it felt fucking into his wife’s wet heat. There was nothing like it. How tight and wet she always was for him, how she always took him so well. His hand moved faster and faster. His hips bucked into his fist. He broke the seal of his palm against his mouth and spat down onto his shaft before sticking three fingers back into his mouth to try and block off more of whimpers. The only sounds that met his ears was the sound of wet skin on skin and he squirmed with electricity as he felt himself nearing his end too quickly. He was desperate. He bit down on the tips of his fingers as he tightened his grip, mirroring the way his wife’s pussy clamped down on him as she came. He thought of the look on his wife’s face as she came and that was enough for him to tip over the edge, white ropes of cum dripping down on the sidewalk as he strangled on his fingers to stay quiet.

Rock Lock breathed hard as he regained his composure. Slowly, unsure of himself as his legs still shook, he peeled his fingers out of his mouth and shook his hand through the air to dry the spit on his skin. He could hear a large gaggle of laughing and roughhousing students coming his way. Quickly, he tucked his still-wet dick back into his hero uniform and pulled the rest of it up his arms before fighting with the zipper. His foray ended just in time as he stepped back out into the street proper. The group of buzzed college students was upon him and they threw out words of encouragement as they continued their pilgrimage to whatever party was up first for the night. He smiled to himself, at his little secret. At least, Rock Lock thought, he made it through the most boring part of the night unscathed and he mentally filed away the name of the adult store as he took one last look at the billboard before continuing on his rounds.

#rock lock #ken takagi #mha smut #bnha drabble #bnha smut #jeni writes #jeni reqs #this is like drabble adjacent rlly but who's keeping score #also not me finally using something other than song lyrics for a title

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