#NEVER apologize for leaving stuff like this in my inbox IT IS A GIFT

[mothervvoid]

I’ve been thinking about ninja jesus. While I appreciate the correlations with Minato, I think there is a better contender based on looks alone.

Genma Shiranui, our lord and savior. Don’t tell me the Oral Fixation Ninja isn’t going to consent to Obikaka, because I know he will not only consent, but demand to be in on that threesome.

(I am so sorry for leaving nonsense in your asks.)

okay but if he consents that means he ISN'T the person they've gotta hold space for bcos he's gonna demand to get in on that action!!! he's gonna be like LET ME IN THERE!!!

(he doesn't consent bcos they were like genma get lost this is our private psychosexual yearning session and he's like what the fuck. why.)

[lewismcqueen]

written in red. 04

vampire!lh x black!reader

read from beginning | 03 | 05

summary: you return to Hamilton's mansion to explore further. wc: 2k a/n: it's all coming together baby...not gonna give anything away but we are on the cusp of our first reveal. feel free to leave all theories and guesses in the comments or shoot them in my inbox!

Julia promises that you’ll never have to write another music-related article again, and you assume this means that soon you’ll have a bunch of election-related assignments lined up as an apology for making you write about pop stars and not politics. What it actually means is that you’ve now been assigned a series of op-eds on whatever asinine social media conversation has become relevant enough to get the publication a few extra clicks.

“Close enough, right?” she’d said over coffee, a smile playing on her round face that could almost be mistaken for apologetic. Julie pushes back a dark strand of hair. “You’ll get there eventually. Baby steps.”

You practically slam your laptop closed as soon as you hit your word count for the night, the green journal on your desk becoming more of a reprieve rather than a side project. Your hot pink Hello Kitty bookmark (a previous birthday gift from your editor) sticks out from one of the entries you had planned to finish before you had to take a call. The spine cracks a little as you open it to the same page.

“It’s been a few months now of this little disappearing act. I still find myself wanting to ride around the estate once in a while, even though it’s a terrible idea and I’ll surely be spotted. It’s quiet here, but sometimes I still hear the roar of someone’s car or motorbike in the distance and wish for the noise of the paddock. Charles made fun of me when I told him I still felt young enough to race. But I do!

Another thing I have gotten too used to: the cameras. It’s hard to picture life without a camera in my face, and now I find myself looking for them, even when there’s no chance that anyone would recognize me these days. I have never been afraid of being watched until now, when it should be certain that no one is watching at all. It’s been too long, people’s eyes aren’t as sharp and I’m not on TV all the time anymore. Wearing a hood certainly helps. People still come to the mansion, though. I just saw an advert for a ‘tour’. I don’t get the concept, but it seems to make people happy. They won’t find anything particularly special there, but they still come. Cameras and all. 

Sometimes I imagine myself sneaking onto the grounds in the middle of the night. I’d have a thing of gasoline in one hand, match in the other and just…light the whole thing up. The flames would lap up the front door first, then the first floor and upstairs bedroom. They’d travel up and up until they illuminate the whole sky, like one big bonfire. Maybe I’d even bring s’mores. Wouldn’t that be something? 

-LH”

You close the journal, a grin forming on your lips. The man was funny, you had to give him that. Not a ton of information here, but much is implied. For one, Hamilton lived out the rest of his days hiding in plain sight. How a man so recognizable managed such a feat was uncertain. You’d come across pap photos once where they had managed to catch him even in a hoodie and mask, recognizing him by his hands alone. He must’ve done something drastic to his appearance, in that case.

Second, people used to tour the estate once the man had made it clear that no other part of him would be accessible to the public anymore. That was clearly no longer much of a thing, but the weird stalker motorist and Mr. Posh could have been involved in upkeep in the years after.

Your phone vibrates next to you and interrupts your train of thought. It’s an email from your editor, speak of the devil.

Subject: Only cool people can read this Hey girlie! VIII’s team was deeply appreciative of your beautiful concert review. I know you’re tired of the music stuff, but his album will be releasing soon. His management got in touch with me and told me that the artist wants to personally invite you to the listening party! Highly recommend that you go, just to show your face. Details are attached below. Congrats! Best, Julia M.

You shut off your phone with an exasperated sigh. So much for a free weekend.

-

It’s a bright, sunny morning when you arrive at the mansion. You won’t have time to look around in the evening—you’ll be getting ready to schmooze at a listening party instead of investigating.

The cloudless blue sky seems to create space where there isn’t any, making everything feel like it has opened up. It makes the pointed roofs of the place look more majestic than imposing as you pull into the driveway. The plot of grass in the center is overgrown now, various flowering weeds and tall blades billowing in the wind as you make your way up to the entrance.

It smells just as old and damp inside as it did the first time as you walk past the coffee table where you’d found the journal. The stairs still creek beneath your white trainers, but they don’t seem as loud. Like the house is getting used to you. You climb past the first floor and proceed down a narrow hallway. The wallpaper is a deep green color that must have looked vital when it was new, but is now stained and dull beneath a layer of dust. You notice dark, rectangular indents in it that must have been framed photos or paintings. The floor continues to complain under your feet as you make your way to the end of the hall, where one of the doors to a room seems to have been left ajar.

You peak into the gap once you reach it, and gasp quietly. It’s a study. His study. The wallpaper matches that of the hallway, the room small enough to be cozy but not enough to feel cramped. 

The study toes the line between vague organization and complete chaos. One one side of the desk, manila folders are neatly sorted in a half-open file cabinet. A messy stack of papers is thrown into a crushed cardboard box on the other. You run a hand over the ornate wooden chair positioned in front of the desk, tilted away just slightly. You imagine someone rising abruptly, perhaps to storm out of the room. It strikes you how clean the surface of the wood is. There’s no dust. Has someone been in recently?

The desk itself seems to have been cleared of the usual office debris. There are, however, a couple of scattered greeting cards on the upper right corner. A birthday card, and another card for retirement. Not exactly news. There’s a picture frame on the opposite corner facing the arched window behind the desk, and you round the desk to take a look.

A large group of people stand in front of what looks to be a garage, all clothed in a uniform the same shade as your father’s jacket. Team photo. You’d recognize that Ferrari red anywhere. Your dad would be ecstatic to know that Hamilton had remained on the team right up until the end. 

A ray of light bounces off of two pieces of jewelry sitting next to the photo, and your gaze falls on them next. They’re both rings. One is very classic-looking, a red garnet stone encased in gold. It looks like something a mob boss might wear. The second one looks a bit strange - silver leaves encasing a single white pearl. Very avant-garde, you think. It’s delicate in the way you wouldn’t expect an old sportsman’s jewelry to be. That’s assuming it’s even his. No record of Hamilton ever having gotten married, but you don’t rule out the possibility. You pick it up to examine it more closely, turning it in the light.

You move to pick up the photo again with the ring still resting in the palm of your other hand, blowing off the dust that has created a film over it. Two men are squatting in the very front, and you identify the darker of the two as Hamilton himself. He’s beaming in his red racing suit, a bright yellow helmet between his knees. He has his signature braids tied back into a ponytail. Next to him is a pale brunette man with a square-ish jaw and light, sad-looking eyes. Likely his teammate, whose last name is escaping you. ‘Charles’ something…

Hold on. Charles. Hamilton mentioned him in his journal, making him another potential piece of the puzzle. The two had clearly been close enough to still be in contact long after the man had withdrawn from the public. He might be very old now, but still living. Could he know something…?

Just as you’re about to pull your phone out to look him up, a familiar noise rips through the air. An engine revving. You dare to draw closer to the window and look out into the driveway. Sure enough, he’s there, circling. It’s time to go.

Despite the distance, there’s no way the rider doesn’t see you sprinting out the front door (you really should have found an alternate exit) and towards where your car is parked, whipping out your keys at light speed to unlock it. As soon as you’re inside, you realize that there is metal still digging into your palm. You’re clutching onto something. Slowly, you open your hand.

Fuck, the ring! That’s definitely stealing, but you’ll have to return it a different day. Not like Hamilton will need it back any time soon. 

Pocketing the thing in your jacket, you floor it as soon as you’re able to pull out of the driveway. The motorist thankfully doesn’t appear in your rearview, but you hear him rev his engine in the distance. Like a warning.

-

You smooth a hand over the wide-legged black pants you’re wearing, paired with a form-fitting tube top and red pumps to offset all the black. The listening party was advertised to have been “exclusive”, but the size of the crowd could’ve had you fooled. In the months since you’d published your concert review, it seems that VIII has gained quite a few new friends in high places. You spot a couple of influencers snapping photos with both their phones and flashing digital cameras, several other artists with twice his listeners that you recognize in passing but can’t recall the names of, and two journalists whom you can distinguish by the open laptops and knitted brows. It’d be perfectly fitting for you to be here. That is, if you were a music journalist.

You still aren’t sure why you were invited; you’d made it clear to VIII’s manager over email that you wouldn’t be writing an album review, or live tweeting, or whatever. This wasn’t even your lane anymore. You’d only met the man twice anyhow. 

Speaking of which, the crowd erupts in applause as the man of the hour emerges from backstage. Even here, he’s still got the fencing mask on. The singer has on a black turtleneck, over which he has on a black leather jacket with a baggier fit. They’re paired with equally-baggy patterned denim jeans that fall over a pair of red Vans. He is given a handheld microphone, and you’re startled again by how quiet his speaking voice is even with the added amplifier.

“Thank you all for coming,” he says. “You definitely didn’t have to be here, spending your evenings listening to my music. My music! I mean…it’s still so crazy to think that enough people care about my art and my journey to fill a concert hall, to fill this room. This’ll be my first full album. And so, I wanted to use it to tell a full story that was worth sitting through the full hour to hear. I hope it is. Worth it, I mean. Enjoy.”

The crowd erupts in applause, and he takes a small bow before stepping off the low stage and approaching the scattered tables, where drinks have begun to be served. You expect him to sit near someone on his team, like a producer or even his manager. You raise an eyebrow in surprise when he takes the empty seat next to you. His movements are slow, tentative, his shoulders slightly hunched as he settles onto the leather stool. The fencing mask is facing you. If you could imagine the facial expression beneath it based on his tone, it would be a timid smile.

“Mind if I sit here?”

You tilt your head with a lopsided grin. “You’re already sitting here. And I’m not really sure why, to be honest.”

A soft chuckle. “What do you mean? I owe, like, half my career to you!”

“Please,” you wave a dismissive hand, “You were already gaining traction by the time I wrote that review.”

“But it was a damn good review. I’d be an asshole not to invite you.”

As kind as the gesture is, you regret sitting where VIII could see you, especially as you’re now sipping idly on champagne. You feel his eyes on you the entire time the album plays despite them not being visible. In the middle of the second track, your phone suddenly buzzes in your pocket. You wait until the singer seems focused on the front of the room, and pull it out discreetly.

It’s a notification from a news article, and the headline makes your blood run cold.

BREAKING: HAMILTON MANSION GOES UP IN FLAMES, AUTHORITIES SUSPECT ARSON.

You shut off your phone with a trembling hand, setting it down on your lap as you stare blankly ahead. Someone has just set part of a man’s legacy on fire, and you’re certain that you are to blame.

[lightlycareless]

I'm sorry that I always send you a lot of ask 😭😭 but

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNEJWtKF/

This is how I imagine Naoya with Y/N in highschool AU

Heyaa!!! nice to see you again!!

aww I don't mind me!! I'm always happy to receive your asks :> If anything I feel guilty I'm not able to respond to them as quickly as I would've liked 😭 yet, I appreciate all of them ❤️❤️❤️ keep sending as many as you want 🤭❤️

and omg yes that's Naoya.

You will never catch him accepting an accident, never. This man could fall down, scape his knee, break his arms, loose a tooth or something, and he'd still say something like:

"It was all intentional, Y/N. This way, you won't be able to do anything else but come see me."

"If you wanted my attention, Naoya, all you needed to do is call me... 😥"

After that of course, he'll be super careful as to not upset you because this his poor little heart breaks when seeing his adorable gf cry 🥺

Although I think his "always one-step-ahead" attitude sometimes gets the best of you 😂 in a way that you'd be preparing a surprise for him, for like... days, doing your best to keep it a secret, the element of surprise on your side, only for when the big day comes...

"What did you think? Did you like my surprise?"

"Yeah, I liked it, but I already knew what was going on..."

"Huh? What do you mean you already knew?!"

It's his attempt to act cool, which he thinks you want from him, until you frown and leave him high and dry, not talking to him for days :)))) let's say he's doing a lot of apologizing gift sending to make up for his mistake.

Naoya certainly has a lot to learn when it comes to being a good partner (as expected of his upbringing) but what makes it sweet is that he genuinely tries his best, and is willing to do anything for you at the end of the day ❤️

agnnhhhh keep feeding my highschool au... I dare you... I already have some things planned 😏 or more like scenarios? I think that's the right word.

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this adorable ask!! I'm 100% sure you'll find the request I have sitting in my inbox very enjoyable if you're in the mood for more hs stuff :3—I just hope i'll be able to finish it soon 😂

Take care, and I hope to see you soon ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm always whenever I see you 🥺❤️

[hn-undercover-9503]

hannahhh!!!!! who is nico robin and why do you need to be more insane about them

also sorry for disappearing for a while. yes this is my apology info dump invitation. please yell at me about your blorbos as a gift

MADS YOU DON'T KNOW NICO ROBIN???!!! Well ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE YOU!!!

This IS SHE. ISN'T SHE GORGEOUS??

She is from One Piece! A she's without question my favorite Strawhat pirate (Sanji being a very very close second), and there is so much I have to say about her but none that I can really say without spoiling pretty large chunks of Alabasta/Skypiea/Water 7/Enies Lobby. So Mads, if you have any intention of ever reading/watching One Piece (which I highly reccomend because GAH) then warning that under the cut are lots and lots of spoilers

And if you do stop here, then here's me officially accepting your blorbo shouting invitation apology gift--I missed you on my dash and in my inbox :)

The first time we meet Robin, it's as a villain--Miss All Sunday, the partner of the Alabasta saga's primary antagonist, Crocoldile. While it's made clear she's working with Crocodile, her motives are purposely unclear and foggy. She offers to help the Strawhats at first by giving them an Eternal Pose to Alabasta so they can bypass the first island on their course, which is full of dinosaurs and giants. They refuse it, assuming it's a trap, and go to Little Garden anyway.

The next time we see her is in Alabasta, where she spends most of the arc in the background assisting Crocodile with all of his evil plans, until near the very end of the arc where she forces the king to show her to the kingdom's secret hidden Poneglyph. He takes her underground, and we learn here that Robin is the only person in the world that knows how to read the ancient language written on these giant stone cubes, and that when put altogether, the Poneglyphs are thought to hold the truth about a time in history that's been completely erased from the records. There's just a whole hundred year period that's been totally erased, and anybody who tries to research into it is branded a criminal by the World Government and usually hunted down and killed for it.

This particular Poneglyph is not the one she's been looking for though, and after lying to Crocodile about what it says, she's betrayed and stabbed and left for dead. She says here that this was her last hope to discover the truth, and now that it's not turned out she has nothing left to live for, so she planned on staying in this underground temple and letting herself die when it collapses. Now enter--

THIS lovable fool :)

This is Luffy :) and chances are you've seen him before even if you have literally never watched anime ever. He's maybe one of the most famous anime characters of all time.

After literally kicking Crocodile through like four or five layers of bedrock, Luffy grabs both the king and Robin to save them from the collapsing tunnel. Robin tells him to leave her there, but he downright refuses and saves her anyway. After everything is over and they're leaving Alabasta, Robin reveals that she's been stowing away on their ship ever since. She says that because Luffy forced her to live when she wanted to die, then she doesn't know where else to go and asks to join their crew

From here the crew goes on an adventure into the sky (yes, you read that right, the LITERAL sky), where a lot of stuff happens but the most important part for Robin is that she discovers another Poneglyph on the island, which gives her a light of hope that she can still achieve her dream of learning the truth of that hundred year gap in history. She bonds with the crew and starts to dream again (which is integral to the overall theme of One Piece as a whole)

But then, at the end of a very silly and short arc, a certain man shows up who says he knows Robin after letting her escape from him a long time ago. He warns the Strawhats that Robin will eventually bring ruin to all of them, and of course the crew collectively tell him to fuck off. At first, it seems like he's going to let them go without a fight, but last minute he changes his mind and attacks Robin, freezing her solid. The rest of the crew jump to her defense, but all of the crew's fighters are easily overpowered, including Luffy. They save Robin anyway, without even questioning anything the guy said to them, which gives us one of my favorite panels because there is SO much to this one little page; she's finally felt love after all this time, but she also knows just how much danger she's putting them in now

And then we go to Water 7, where things take a MASSIVE turn. The goal here was to get their ship repaired (because it turns out taking a ship into the sky isn't great for keeping that ship intact), so while one group goes to take care of that, Robin goes shopping with Chopper and it seems fine at first but then we get a scene of a mysterious figure in a mask cornering her on the street, and then she disappears. We don't see her for a while, and then it's suddenly revealed that the mayor of the city was shot in the middle of the night, and when he wakes up he says it was Robin who did it. This leads to a huge manhunt where the whole city is looking for the Strawhats to arrest them all, meanwhile the Strawhats are searching the city for Robin, and this is where we get another really great scene.

Sanji and Chopper are searching alone for Robin when she appears on the other side of the canal from them and tells them she won't be coming back. She specifically says to tell the others that even though she didn't deserve their kindness, she appreciates everything they did for her. She also gives one of, in my opinion, the most important lines to understanding her as a character.

I could say so much more about this particular scene, but instead I will link a really great video talking about it at length (and this same channel has a lot of really great One Piece analysis videos that I'd reccomend if you're interested)

After this, Robin shows up back to the mayor's mansion, where it's revealed that the people she's been working with are a top secret World Government assassin group known as Cipher Pol 9. She tells them that she's working with CP9 to achieve her dream, but it's later revealed that she actually agreed to work with them because they threatened to kill all of the Strawhats if she refused, so she essentially gives herself up for their safety.

A lot more stuff happens in between, but eventually CP9 takes her on the sea train to transport her to Enies Lobby and then Impel Down, the World Government's prison for the world's most dangerous criminals. Of course, Luffy and crew go after her, including Sanji who had secretly boarded the sea train prior to this. Sanji goes on a whole rampage (which is really great and one of my favorite moments in this saga lol) and eventually makes it to her car, only to get completely turned away; she tells him to go away, because she just wants to die (hint, they do not)

Some more stuff happens, and everybody arrives at Enies Lobby; from the second they get there, Luffy and crew start destroying absolutely everything and demanding to see Robin again, but then we get probably my favorite moment of anything ever when Luffy and the crew finally get to see her at the top of the stairs to the building; Luffy yells at her to tell him she really wants to live, and they'll do absolutely everything they can to save her, and finally-FINALLY-Robin admits the truth, that she wants to keep living, that she wants to go back to sea with them, that she wants to achieve her dream (literally just looking at this panel has me misty eyed)

I think it's after this scene that we finally get her backstory in full: Robin was the sole survivor of something called the Ohara Incident; as a child, she was alienated from the other kids on her home island of Ohara because of her devil fruit powers, which were called creepy and unsettling (I also think this where she first gets called "demon," which is a recurring moniker). Her only company was the island's resident scholars and historians, who resided at the library for which the island was famous for; it's then revealed that the scholars of Ohara were secretly researaching the Void Century, that hundred year gap in history you're not supposed to look into under threat of assassination. Robin learns how to read the poneglyphs from them.

But because of their research, the World Government decides to eliminate the entire population of Ohara. Robin only manages to escape with the help of three people--her mother (who was also a historian out collecting research, but came back when she found out what was going to happen to the island), a giant who was friends with her mother named Saul, and the same man who freezes her solid at the end of Long Ring Long Land--Aokiji Kuzan; Robin becomes the only (at the time) survivor of this mass genocide, and as a result the World Government gave her a bounty of 79 million berries at only eight years old

After this flashback goes the rest of what is maybe my favorite arc in the whole series, with the only real contest being Whole Cake Island (but that's an entirely separate post); it's an incredible arc with too many great moments to put to words; I'm not going to go into detail with all of it, but it's great and I love it, and in the end, the Strawhats do end up saving her (as well as the shipwright guy who kinda got pulled into this along the way on account of some blueprints for a world ending superweapon, who will become the crew's carpenter)

There's so so so much more I left out of this post btw, I didn't even cover anything post-timeskip

I also need to talk about the current manga arc, where she cuts her hair back to the same style she had as a child upon learning that Saul is actually alive

It's revealed that Saul actually lived and recruited other giants to retrieve the books that were saved from the Ohara library fire by the scholars; she and Saul get a very tearful reunion on the giants' homeland of Elbaf, and yes, I cried my goddamn eyes out at this scene

Believe it or not there's still more I could have talked about, but for the sake of everyone's sanity (and Tumblr's 10 image limit) I'm going to make myself stop here

but MADS. IF YOU'RE READING THIS FAR. YOU SHOULD READ/WATCH ONE PIECE. I PROMISE IT IS FUCKING WORTH IT AND THIS HAS BEEN MY OFFICIAL ENDORSEMENT. AND IF YOU'RE NOT READING THIS THEN IM BEAMING IT INTO YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW XX

[leviathans-watching]

Hi hope you are having a good day, Could I request the brothers having an argument with MC and they accidentally say something hurtful towards the MC? If your ok with writing something like this? Thank you and love your writing cant wait to read more!💖

the brothers hurting your feelings

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list

warnings: fighting/arguing, hurt feelings (nothing specific)

a/n: thank you and thank you for requesting! this was a little bittersweet to write but i loved it anyway. my inbox is open to chat or req so feel free to drop something in it!

hello, i am once again asking for reblogs

➳ lucifer knows he’s gone too far the moment the words leave his moth. he watches, unable to do anything as he watches you rear back, mouth falling open in shock. “wait!” he finally manages, stretching a hand out to you. “i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it!” he feels sick to his stomach. he’s managed to hurt the one person he’s sworn he wouldn't, and watching your eyes fill with tears is a special kind of hell. but, against all odds, you wait, willing even then to let him apologize, proving once again that you are so much more than he deserves.

➳ mammon lets the words hang in the air, too frustrated to take them back right away. he knows he’s gone too far, knows he crossed the line the both of you tried not to cross, but at the moment he doesn’t know how to undo what he just did, doesn’t know how to begin to apologize. communication’s never been his strong suit, not even when he was an angel, and he can’t blame you for walking away from the argument, locking yourself in your room. it’s not long before he's in motion, scrambling to get you flowers or something, but when he presents them to you, head hung in shame, he’s startled by your tearful laugh. “i don’t care about gifts, you idiot! i just wanted an apology!” that’s something he can do, at least.

➳ levi pales, hating himself in that moment. he’s a big jerk when he’s upset- he knows this, and you know this, but he always tries his best to make up for it right away. and this time is no different. he hastily stutters out an apology, more than one, actually, pleading with you to understand. even though you forgive him, you still want a little time, which he agrees to, immediately working to get supplies for a better apology, planning to make it up to you lavishly.

➳ satan hits where it hurts, knowing exactly what to say to make you feel bad. he just wants you to feel as bad as he does. he knows what’s he’s done isn’t right, knows he’s potentially destroying your relationship, but he can’t stop, not when he feels so angry. even though you’re so clearly and obviously hurt, you still try to responsibly separate yourself from the situation (and him), his warning that he might go too far when you fight ringing in your ears. later, after some time has passed he comes to you, wringing his hands as he works through his long and thorough apology speech.

➳ asmo is good at making his words into honeyed poison, good at twisting the true meaning behind his insults into something deceptively sweeter, but you’ve always been able to see through him, and this time is no different. you bite your lip to keep from responding, walking away from the fight, and as soon as you're out of the room asmo’s working on fixing his mistakes, filling the tub for you and pulling all of his nicest spa stuff out, lining it up on the counter for you. he brings you to it, almost unable to meet your eyes, and tells you he’ll understand if you want to do it all alone without him, and to totally go ahead and do that.

➳ beel rarely lets your petty arguments spiral into something more, so when they do, both of you tend to go a bit overboard, not used to yelling at each other. this means the boundaries can get a bit blurred, so when he crosses them neither of you knows what to do. he quickly does what he knows how to do best, cooking all of your favorite things and presenting them to you, looking like a kicked puppy. he feels awful, and his anger had faded as quickly as it had come, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. it's a testament to how bad he feels about the situation when he turns down a bite of food you offer him, insisting it’s all for you.

➳ belphie watches you walk out, regret twisting in his gut. he doesn’t know how to apologize, doesn't;t know how to take back what he just said, and it hurts. he almost revels in how bad he feels, knowing he deserves it, trying desperately to convince himself to just apologize to you. he can’t, though, and so the day turns to night, and for once, he can’t sleep. he thinks a walk might help, deciding to head to the planetarium. you’re already there, though, and even though he still can’t find the words, he sits down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and it’s enough for now.

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own

[hispipsqueak]

Your Cowboy

(Ushijima x F!Reader) NSFW

Summary

Ushijima and you have been happily married for a while and everything is perfect. But sometimes, you just want more.

A/N : Was this written just to satisfy my deep desire to see Ushijima in a cowboy hat? Yes. Am I mad about it? NO! (Also, if you have any Ushi dressed as a cowboy, my inbox is open ;) )

TW: daddy kink, unprotected sex, rougher sex (not BDSM, but rougher than usual), Ushi in a cowboy hat

Ushijima was, in all aspects, an incredible husband. 

He loved you and spoiled you with beautiful gifts, because you were his treasure. He would come home to you cooking dinner and wrap his arms around you, pressing soft kisses to your neck before he would go shower and you never felt neglected. He was devoted, handsome, sweet, loving, the whole nine yards.

There was just one tiny little issue.

Ushijima was a little...vanilla.

The sex was amazing, don’t get it wrong, but it was always too perfect. Too sweet and pure. He would kiss down your body and tell you he loved you while rocking you gently on his cock. Missionary, loving...but always the same.

It was nice, but sometimes you just wanted something a little wilder. Ushijima was a large guy and sometimes you wish he would slam you on the bed, or wrap his large hands around your throat. You wanted him to...well, to put it plainly, to fuck you. 

But you knew Ushi wasn’t really that type of guy, so you decided to meet your needs virtually. He had just left to work and you headed back to bed with your laptop, scrolling through a porn site.

“Why does every girl in these videos look like they are being tortured? Pass...incest? Eughh...pass. No, no, God no, no...wait.” You muttered before finding stopping on a video titled “Back in the Saddle.”

You clicked on it and some cheesy western music started playing before a buxom blonde girl in denim shorts came on screen talking in an overexaggerated southern accent, in an old style saloon. You were about to click away to continue your search when the man walked into the shot.

He was tall, and built like a Greek God. He reminded you a lot of your husband actually. His muscles were on full display in his open flannel shirt, denim jeans that hugged his thighs and on top of his dark hair, he wore a deep brown cowboy hat. He pulled the girl to him like a ragdoll and kissed down her body. She ripped open his shirt and let out an exaggerated moan. As the cowboy lifted her and placed her on the bar. He tipped his hat before tearing open her shirt and ravishing her. You watched in amazement. The acting was terrible, the moans were over the top. But the image of your husband, your Toshi, in a cowboy hat, with sweat glistening down his chest as he slammed into you wouldn’t leave your mind.

You turned the video off as you began to run your fingers down your slit, rubbing at your folds, imagining Ushijima taking you as he wanted. You slipped a finger inside as you thought of him gripping your hips and pounding into you. You wanted him to fuck you sore. Another finger went inside as you grinded against your hand, dreaming of his thick cock. Your thumb grazed your clit in soft circles and you felt yourself come undone. You let out a soft cry as you gushed around your fingers. You sighed, suddenly sleepy and pulled the blanket around you. You wanted him to dominate you and use you for his pleasure, and you wanted him to do it in a goddamn cowboy hat.

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Ushijima came home, tired from work, but excited to see you. He walked in the door, expecting to see you in the kitchen or lounging on the couch. 

“Princess?” He called, putting his bag down by the door and slipping off his shoes. He walked around searching for you, and opened the bedroom door. He saw you sleeping under your dark burgundy comforter and smiled at how beautiful you looked. He walked in silently and pulled your laptop from the bed to place it on it’s charger. He gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before walking out and shutting the door.

Ushijima pulled the laptop out and placed it on the desk in your home office. He plugged in the charger and opened the laptop to make sure it was charging. 

What he didn’t expect was to be face to face with a woman orgasming on the screen. He quickly slammed the screen shut. Why was there porn on your computer? His face turned red. Was he not enough for you? Maybe he was spending too much time at work, or not making you feel special. Or maybe you weren’t enjoying sex. He looked around and closed the door, making sure it was shut tight, before opening the laptop again. If he wasn’t pleasing you, he was gonna learn what you liked.

Ushijima watched as the man in the video grabbed the woman by her hips and plowed into her. He cocked his head to the side. Did you like that? Ushijima was never rough with you because he didn’t want to hurt you. But if that’s what you needed, he would do anything to make you happy. He continued watching.

The cowboy in the video tipped his hat before going down on the woman. She gave a long moan begging her “cowboy” to “give it to her”. Ushijima considered taking notes, but decided against it. He put his head in his hand and continued watching, not noticing the door to the office click open.

“Toshi...what are you doing?” You asked, half-asleep and a little confused. The woman on the laptop screen chose that moment to let out an exaggerated moan. “Are...you...are you watching porn?”

Ushijima jumped and quickly closed the laptop. “I…”

His normally stoic face was pink with a heavy blush and he seemed at a loss for words.

“Um…” You started before he interrupted.

“Do I not satisfy your sexual urges?” He asked suddenly. Now it was your turn to blush.

“What, oh my....Toshi! Is that the stupid cowboy video?” You asked, your eyes widening. He nodded, a little ashamed to have been caught snooping.

“I apologize, my love. I did not mean to invade your privacy. But if I am not pleasing you, please tell me.” He said in his normal voice, swallowing hard.

You fought the urge to cradle him in your arms. 

“Toshi...you are the absolute love of my life. Don’t get me wrong, sex with you is AMAZING. Sometimes though...I just wish you might want to be a little rougher with me?” You mumbled the last bit.

He looked up at you. He suddenly stood, and towered over you. You looked up towards him and he pressed you against the wall with a quick kabedon. You shivered, and your mouth dropped in surprise. Ushijima stared at you the way a predator stares at prey. He then pulled away and said “I’ll be right back.”

“TOSHI?! What...where…”

He turned back around and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back, princess. I need you to wait for me in the bedroom.” 

He walked out the door and you could hear the jingling of keys and your front door close. Confused, and flustered, you decided to trust him and headed to the bedroom to wait.

40 minutes later you heard your front door open.

“Princess. You better be in that bedroom.” Ushijima said, his deep voice brimming with authority. You heard him place his stuff down and walk towards the bedroom. You sat up on the edge of the bed and he swung the door open.

Ushijima was standing in the doorway with a red flannel shirt and on his head...was a black cowboy hat.

Your face reddened. 

“Toshi…”

“Listen to me. You are mine. And I’m going to make sure you know it.” He said, his baritone voice causing your stomach to flutter. He pushed you back against the bad and climbed on top of you. 

He whispered in your ear, “If it gets too much, let me know and I’ll stop.” You nodded and gave a small smile. He started leaving hot kisses down your neck, and gripped the front of your shirt. He pulled it, ripping the material in two pieces with his bare hands and you gulped.

This was a new side of him.

He kissed down your chest and cupped your breasts in his hands. He squeezed them roughly leaving small bites on the tops of them as he worked off your bra. He tossed it to the side and began to lick and suck on your nipples, pinching and tugging wherever his mouth wasn’t. You let out a low groan as he sucked dark purple marks onto your skin. He pushed you into the mattress, as his kisses got lower. His hand held your hip down as he licked and nipped at your tummy. You pulled off his hat, and tossed it to the side of the bed.

He pushed your thighs apart and you could feel his breath on your clothed cunt. 

“Fuck, princess. Let me taste you.”

He pulled your panties down your thighs and ran his finger over your folds, collecting the arousal that was dripping from you. He pushed his finger to your lips.

“Taste yourself.”

You obediently opened your mouth and sucked on his thick finger. You could taste the sweet and slight tang of your arousal and he pressed down on your tongue, causing drool to slip out of your mouth.

“Such a messy girl. You’re so wet from this.” Ushijima chuckled. He pulled his finger out of your mouth and brought it back to your pussy. He slowly rubbed up and down before licking a thick stripe across your cunt. You clenched the sheets as he began to lick and suck at your sex. He let out a deep groan and the vibrations caused your head to spin.

“Toshi, that feels so fucking good.” You yelped as he continued to lap up your juices. Your eyes fluttered as he darted his tongue inside. “Fuck...daddy, don’t stop!”

Ushijima could feel his cock grow harder at the sudden nickname. He growled into your tight little hole. 

“Cum for daddy, princess.”

You felt your cunt tighten before releasing all over his tongue. He moaned at the taste and licked you clean.

He sat up and grabbed your face, pushing you on to your knees.

“Show me how much you love daddy’s cock.”

Your fingers fumbled with his belt and you pulled out his thick cock. Ushijima’s cock was massive, thick with two veins running on either side that led to the soft pink tip. You opened your mouth wide in an attempt to fit him in. 

“That’s it. Good job princess. Suck daddy’s cock.” Ushijima gripped your hair, pulling you closer. He could hear you gag on it, but, remembering your words, he continued to force it down your throat.

“This is what you wanted, Y/N? You wanted to feel my dick in your throat. You wanted me to use your body to please me?” Ushijima asked, panting. 

You moaned and tried to nod around his cock. Seeing him so feral and taking complete control was so fucking hot and you could tell he was enjoying it too.

“Fuck that feels good. You are so good for me. Swallow around my cock, princess. Make daddy cum down your throat.” Ushijima grunted, feeling his jaw tighten as he continued to fuck your mouth.

You cupped his balls and gently massaged them in your hand, lightly tugging and he let out a sharp hiss.

“FUCK...you are pleasing me so well, princess. This is incredible.” He pulled you off his cock.

“But I want to cum in that tight pussy. I want to claim what’s mine.” His eyes burned with determination and he lifted you onto the bed on all fours. He slid his cock up your slit and placed one of his strong hands on your lower back, with the other pulling your hair, causing your back to arch.

“Tell me what you want, love.” Ushijima whispered.

You whimpered.

“Please...fuck me daddy.”

He slammed into you and you cried out. His cock was so thick, you could feel your pussy clench around it automatically. He pulled it out and you could feel the veins drag along your walls, before he pumped back into you.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” Ushijima asked as he pounded into your cunt.

“Y-you daddy. I belong to...you.!” You sobbed out as stars danced in front of your eyes.

“That’s right. You...belong...to...me.” He punctuated each word with an even deeper thrust. You felt your body tense up and your eyes rolled back.

“G-gonna cum...so good...ahh.” You moaned, clawing at your bedsheets.

“I’m close as well, princess. Cum with me. Cum with Daddy.” Ushijima growled and you felt yourself combust.

“I - I - I’m CUMMING!” You wailed and Ushijima let out a low moan before you felt his cock twitch inside you. You could feel his searing hot cum pump into you, deeper than ever and your body shivered. He gripped you tight, leaving small finger shaped bruises you knew would show up tomorrow as he unloaded into you.

You both panted, coming down from your respective highs and he slid out of you. He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his biceps around you. You both laid in bed, sweaty and sticky.

“Was that good?” Ushijima asked, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. You looked up at him with dazed eyes.

“That was amazing, Toshi.”

He had a soft smile on his face. He then suddenly reached over and pulled the cowboy hat from where it laid on the floor.

“So should I keep the hat?”

[rodeoxqueen]

Ever since I got this idea I haven't been able to stop thinking about Dante being a stripper cowboy 😳😳 Maybe smol shy S/O was dragged by her friends into a strip club when she caught the attention the attention of a certain red devil? 👀🌹 I have a mighty need for some Dante erotica, I'm sorry 😅

Howdy Howdy,

Partner, there’s no need to apologize. If anything, I’m sorry this request was sitting in my inbox for more than a week. I was watching as many male stripper movies as I could find to make this accurate. Here’s a fully written work to make up for the wait. 

Part II is in the making, I couldn’t fit all that raunchiness into one chapter. For my male and gender-neutral readers, I’ll do my best to write inclusive installments that make you feel sexy and well-loved by this stripper cowboy. All readers deserve a lap dance.

Yours,

Rodeo 

Can You Touch This?-Cowboy!Stripper! Dante/Reader-(PART I)(AFAB! READER)

Tags/Warnings: 18+, AFAB! Reader, Stripper!AU, Magic Mike!Au, Erotica, Minors Do Not Try It.

Read It On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28256070/chapters/69242487

You were never one for large crowds, alcohol, loud music, and nudity. So what a mess you were in, your friends dragging you into a strip club. 

It wasn’t your fault, they promised you were all going for a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. No loud noises, no crowds, and especially, you didn’t even know why you had to specify, no naked guys!  That’s what happened at first. You went and blew out your candles on your cake at a nice place, but then things got weird. Your friends had got you thoughtful gifts, except one of them who promised to give it to you after another “surprise.”

They practically herded you to their car, blindfolding and ear-muffing you while giggling. After driving in some unfamiliar directions, you were pulled into a strange building. 

So when you couldn’t hear your own thoughts due to the overbearing bass in the room you were in, you realized you should’ve known better. The blindfold and earmuffs were taken off and you opened your eyes to a neon-lit room with the most hard-cut abs right in your face. 

“A strip club?! W-why would you think I’d want to go to a strip club?” 

“Okay, first of all (Y/N). It’s a male strip club. Second, come on! I know you want to touch some diamond abs!” One of your friends exclaimed as they threw bills at one very tan and very oiled up man named Diego. The box from before landed on your lap, and you unwrapped it to find a giant stack of dollar bills. 

“Now stuff them bills down some hottie’s pants!” 

The orange thong-wearing male with the most defined quads you had ever glanced at winked at your friend and opted to dance on someone else. Clutching your drink, you swallowed thickly as other males who clearly went to the gym every other hour thrust their hips proactively at you. 

Your friends had called ahead and bought the lot of you a table to the stage, much to your chagrin. 

Luckily, your ability to disappear in a room, with your meek personality and small stature, came in handy in these situations. The tall and buff guys your friends screamed over seemed to prefer the company of the more extroverted and thirsty. While other tables farther from the stage had easy contact with the not-themed strippers, you were all confronted with the stage floor dancers. 

“My god, how many themes do these guys dress in?” You squeaked as an entertainer dressed like James Bond (minus the clothes except for the bowtie and gun holster) ground on the stage floor. 

“Not enough! Now make it rain, (Y/N).” Another friend demanded as she took another shot. 

You made a noise as your hand was forcibly placed onto an eight-pack. You quickly threw a wad of bills at the man and ran off to the bar. 

“I gotta go!” You panicked, speed-walking to the bar in your heels. Stomach quivering, you put a few bills down and asked for a stronger drink. Maybe you could pass out on the table and your friends would feel bad and take you home. 

You sighed as you watched your friends have the time of their lives, although they noted your absence. 

“First time?” The bartender asked, sliding your fruity drink to you. You fiddled with the napkin. A woman posed in the corner with the logo “Devil May Cry” to the side of her, all lined in neon pink. 

“Oh!... Yeah, it is.” You mumbled shyly. You blushed at his blue-eyed stare. Luckily, he wore a collared white shirt so you could look at him without bleeding out of your nose. He was very handsome, with rugged features and slight facial hair. His stark white hair shined even in the dim lighting. 

“Ah, could tell. Watched you get dragged in here.” He chuckled. 

“I-I was tricked, first of all!” You exclaimed, tucking some hair behind your ear. 

“It’s alright. Your next rounds on me if you stay a lil longer.” He winked, wiping a glass. A few other people came and went, requesting all sorts of raunchy-titled drinks. Despite that, he leaned on the table where you sat, making idle conversation. 

“I’m Dante.” 

“Nice to meet you, Dante. I’m (Y/N).” You impulsively stuck your hand out to shake and stilled at his strong and warm grip.

He whistled. 

“Nice name for a nice lady. It’s your birthday right?” You nodded. 

“What did you wish for?” 

“Peace and quiet.” He laughed at that, gesturing to your friends who screamed and clapped at a dark-skinned stripper who ripped off his pants. 

“With those friends?” He chuckled. 

“They’re a lot more restrained. This is an exception.” You whined. 

The conversation grew longer. You learned that Dante worked here with his twin brother Vergil. He loved pizza and strawberry ice cream, along with nice motorcycles. A total manly man, if you asked yourself. 

You found a safe space talking to him since you didn’t have to look at nude guys with your back turned. 

You were hoping to talk the night away until a similarly white-haired male with a serious glare rounded the corner. 

Swiping back a few stray hairs, the esteemed brother Vergil knocked the smile off his twin’s face. 

“You fool! Your shift has been over for some time now.” He snapped. Dante rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, this is old douchebag.” You giggled at his comment, quickly stopping when meeting eyes with the frigid twin. 

“Have you been speaking ill of me? I will-”  Dante threw a towel at his brother’s face before leaving the bartending station. By leaving, he jumped over the counter. 

“Hey, (Y/N), nice talking to you. I’ll see you later.” The white-haired man left to the employee’s room. 

“Alright-” You muttered. You’d sit, but Vergil’s cold glare prompted you to leave and rejoin your friends. 

“Where were you? Chatting up the bartender?” 

“Look at you. Being social in a strip club.” They teased. 

After a few more dancers, you couldn’t help but miss the blue-eyed bartender with his quips and casual flirtiness. 

Suddenly, the music and lights went off. The crowd stirred. Your friend grabbed your arm. 

“Oh girl they’re gonna need a mop after this.” 

“Ew!” You cried out. Your friends sang that one horribly sexual song from the radio. Something about parking a truck in a garage and about wet-

A shirtless DJ grabbed the mic. 

“And now, for our next entertainer, we have the Legendary Lady Killer. Hold onto your panties and your wedding rings, you’re all in for the ride of your life.” 

 The lights were turned back on from back to front. On stage, stood a muscular man with a cowboy hat and shawl. His legs were perfectly framed by black leather chaps and boots. You turned as red as his shawl as you could see his formidable bulge from yards across. 

His spurs clinked on the floor as people began to cheer at his physique. Your jaw dropped in shock. 

White hair. 

“Ladies, I got some questions for y’all.” He drawled, lowering his hat. 

“Yes! I’m single!” Someone yelled from the back. He chuckled as others screamed with agreement. 

“That’s nice ma’am. But really, I got three questions.” He made his way down the stage, his shadow covering your table. 

He palmed his chest and abs, showing white chest hairs and slicked down muscles. 

“Can you touch this?” Everyone screamed for yes. He tutted. 

“No, no, no.” He waggled his finger. He spun and exposed his lush tush. He was packing it front and back and you blushed while putting your face in your hands. 

His hands groped his own butt. Even with his giant hands, he still had more ass to spare. 

“Can you touch this?” The screams grew louder. He waggled his finger again, wiggling his butt. 

“No, no, no.” The crowd awed. He turned back around, a cocky grin on his face. 

“Now, ladies.” He pointed to the crowd. 

His palms groped the leather that concealed his huge package. 

“Can you touch this?” Your friend threw a wad of cash at him, hitting him in the nipple. He stood unflinching. 

“No, no, no.” He drew out each word. 

“These are my laws.” Putting his hands on his hips, he rocked left to right, clicking his spurs. 

“But I see a hell of a lot of lawbreakers here tonight.” 

He shifted to walk around the chair placed behind him. He sat on it backward, legs spread to place his groin in the spotlight. 

“And I don’t see a cop in sight.”  He pointed at the DJ. 

“Hit it!” Music blaring, he did his number. And boy, was the DJ right to warn you. Dante practically made sweet love to the chair, flipping his head back. 

Hips circling and then pistoning the air, sweat trailed down his pecs. 

You ended up throwing a few bills, hoping to avoid eye contact. It failed as he slid to his knees to the edge of the stage and crawled off the ledge onto your table. Like a preying tiger, he made his way over to you. 

Thank god you had health insurance, your blood pressure was going off the charts. 

Your friends lost their heads, throwing bills and screaming like banshees. But he wasn’t interested in them. His eyes preyed after your own, baby blues on an absolute beast. 

“Wanna save a horse and ride a cowboy, pretty girl?” He purred as he traced your jaw. Your skin jumped as you internally imploded. This was was too sensual and people were watching, for goodness sake! 

“(Y/N), if you don’t agree I will cancel your Barnes and Noble membership.” Your friend threatened. 

“Come on, spare this outlaw some sugar?” You didn’t have a moment to think. Dante threw his hat on your head and carried you onto the table and to the stage. 

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” You shrieked. 

He ran hot. So hot. Your skin burned at contact with him, pressed up against his chest as he stood you in front of the chair he practically humped. 

“Take a seat, lil lady.” You blushed at his sensual persona, not sure where the kind bartender and the suave cowboy started and ended. 

Obediently, you turned the chair around and sat with your ankles crossed. Dante tutted in disapproval. 

His hands lingered by your legs.

“May I?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, feeling his callused hands on your thighs. He firmly spread your legs and stood over you on the chair. 

As if that wasn’t enough, his arm muscles bulged and twitched as he ripped off his leather chaps. He ripped the chaps. There were no zippers or velcro straps. That was all him! 

Your face a hair’s width from his abs, he gently took your hands and traced his pecs with them. He growled and winked at you. 

Despite the one in a million situation you were in, you shrank at the many peering eyes of the other women and bar patrons. Your anxiety was seen by Dante, who tilted your head up. 

“Hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. If you’re nervous, just give me a purple nurple or something, alright?” You laughed at his idea of a safe word and nodded. 

“Okay, Dante.” 

And like that, it was like you pulled a trigger. Dante grinded on your form and explored his own peak-conditioned skin with your own hands. 

You gasped as he led your hands down his front to his leather shorts. You couldn’t stop looking with widened eyes at his crotch. You had read erotica before, describing the male member in the throes of passion, yet this was the first time you had really been this close to anything like those erotic novels. 

It was obscene! Why did it seem to get larger? How was he allowed to carry that thing around without a license?! 

“Hey, eyes up here.” He teased as you snapped your head up. 

“O-oh! Sorry.” You whispered. Your blood had rushed to your head and you had grown deaf to your friends’ yells of validation. 

“Grab him by the buns!” One of your friends yelled. Dante turned around to make eye contact with her. 

With a grin, he slid your hands to the back. What he didn’t expect was you to squeeze. 

“Whoa now, kitty.” He purred. You gave a watery smile. 

Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown at his head. With lightning reflexes, he caught it after it bounced off of him. 

“Hey! Stage times’ over, you fucking show pony.” A short-haired woman with mismatching eyes called out. Dante scoffed. 

“Just givin’ a nice lady some lovin’.” He argued. 

“No, get off the stage, Dante.” 

“Five more minutes?” 

“NOW.” He sighed. Getting off of your lap, he kissed your hand that was resting on his thigh. Lord, if you died right now, that’d be fine. 

“Glad to have this dance.” He flirted. 

“Y-you too.” Taking your hand, he took you for another surprise and swept you off your feet. You squeaked as he handed you to another dancer on the ground. The club-goers cheered as dancers arrived, dressed like businessmen with briefcases. 

You were promptly seated, head dizzy from everything that just happened. You watched as he took his leave as if he didn’t just cause you to get feverish from how hot he was. Your friend hugged you. 

“Nice work! You were so lucky!” Another friend plucked the hat off your head. 

“Ah! He left his hat!”  You exclaimed as you took it from her hands. 

“A souvenir.” 

For the rest of the night, you held onto the hat and traced the red stitching. You never saw Dante for the rest of the night, his brother in charge of the bar service. 

Finally, before the last round of dancers, you were tapped on the shoulder. You found yourself staring into much harsher blue eyes. 

One of your friends threw money at him, which he growled at. 

“I am not an entertainer. Well, not right now.” He explained. He handed you a drink with a napkin on the bottom. 

“My buffoon of a brother said to keep the hat. Although, I’m not sure why you would.”

“I-”

“The drink is on the house. Good evening with you all.” 

 He walked off, and you took your drink. You realized it was the same one you ordered when you got to the bar. 

“Hey girlie, take a look.” A well-manicured nail pointed to the napkin. You saw in red pen an arrow pointed to the folded corner. 

You shakily opened it to reveal a series of numbers and words, along with a card that flitted onto the table. 

Tonight was fun, wanna do it again? The card’s for a private dance, just call and ask for Dante Sparda. No crowds, only you and me. No Lady barking up my tree for appreciating beauty either-DS 

A little heart with an arrow through its center was scrawled in a corner. You picked up the laminated card and saw it was for a free private dance. Your heart beat out of your chest. 

Your friends laughed as you immediately stuck it in your purse, along with the note. The club closed and you were all ushered out. The night was pitch black when you emerged from the debauchery that was the Devil May Cry strip club. 

As your other wasted companions were stuffed into the car, you sat shotgun to the sober and designated driver. 

You were silent the car ride home, laying your head against the window. You thought about that white-haired flirt’s remarks and how gentle he was to you.

Waving and embracing your wonderful friends, you left for your apartment with all your gifts. However, the little slips of paper in your purse weighed the heaviest on your mind. 

High heels in your hand, you climbed up the stairs home. 

After closing the door, you slid down the wall and let out a pleased sigh. 

“Best birthday ever!” You said to no one in particular. 

[sinsbymanka]

Writing Tag Game

Okay listen I’m on vacation XD hence why I’m ignoring everyone’s tags/taking forever to respond. But I’ve been tagged in this A LOT and I really liked it/wanted to do it so thank you to everyone who tagged me (oh my god I’m so sorry if I missed one of you there were SO MANY): @noire-pandora, @in-arlathan, @thevikingwoman, @morganlefaye79, @elveny, @kunstpause, @pikapeppa

I’m not tagging anyone because I’m tagging everyone since I’m too lazy to find my tag list (I’m on VACATION). If you’ve not gotten tagged and wanted to do this, say I tagged you. 

How many works do you have on Ao3?

147 - I have 145 linked to my profile and two in the anonymous collection. 

What's your total Ao3 wordcount?

1,468,248. Almost 1.5 million!! 

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Of Miracles and Heroes (FenHawke, Cadash/Varric, Varania/Blackwall): 269

Interspecies Relationships Have Their Ups and Downs (Shakarian): 145

Don’t Make it Hawkeward (Varric/Hawke): 135

The Ambassador’s Vices (Josephine/Adaar): 111

The Girl with the Arrow Tattoo (Cadash/Varric): 101

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I do (but - to be honest - it takes me FOREVER). I love comments. It’s so much easier to not leave comments than leave comments, so every time someone leaves one I’m blown away. I feel like - for leaving me a comment - you’re definitely owed an answer! I do apologize that it takes me awhile though - I am very bad at answering because they mean a lot to me and I get easily overwhelmed by the AO3 inbox I don’t know why. Blame anxiety. 

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I’ll be honest, I don’t like angsty endings so I don’t have many of them. By far the angstiest ending I have is Flowers, Lies, and Forgiveness. This is a Bianca Davri/Varric Tethras fic set during the final act of DA2. I wrote it from Bianca’s POV - showing Varric unraveling under the pressure of Kirkwall and Bianca’s complicated feelings about infidelity to her husband who clearly cares about her as well. I wrote it for @hollyand-writes who always lets me lean into the tragic “fucked upness” of the pairing when I’m feeling like making Varric suffer.  

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending

I prefer happy endings so almost EVERYTHING has a happy ending. My favorite endings, so far, are for Cheating the Dread Wolf, which is my Varric/Cadash/Solas polycule (or as I like to refer to it - Solas has a dwarf kink) and The Viscount’s Mistress which is my Hurt/Comfort Cadash/Varric Trespasser bullshit. 

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

I have not written crossovers - but I am very into AUs in another setting that belongs to a different fictional universe. Most recently I got back into my Downton Abbey bullshit and wrote Flappers for Fen’harel which is basically a Downton Abbey AU Solas/Cadash and I’m not taking comments about the outrageousness of it. 

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yep. Honestly though? Over the two years I’ve been active in Fandom, the shitty comments can be counted on one hand and usually came from the same people over and over again, who are easily blocked, and should stop seeking out clearly labeled content they don’t like. Me and my work are not for everyone - that’s REALLY okay. I’ve blocked people for no other reason than making things I don’t like - that doesn’t mean they’re bad people. 

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

GOD DO I.

I am extremely sex and kink positive. Because of this - a lot of my work involves sex in some way or another. I think sex is a beautiful part of many (although not all) relationships, and that it’s frequently glossed over in mainstream media (particularly queer, kinky, and polyam sex). 

This ranges from sort of vanilla slow burns (My Cole/Bea fic, Compassion for an Assassin, has smut which hasn’t been posted yet. It’s Cole’s first time and is fairly vanilla and romantic, and occurs approximately 40k into the fic) to some pretty dubious consent near 24/7 dom/sub dynamics with BDSM kinks (I’ve written JUST as much of the Sereda/Gorim problematic smut as @jarakrisafis has in our series Forced Moves). 

There’s very few kinks I’m not willing to touch at least to try out - even if I end up not liking them. And the ones that aren’t for me are 100% allowed to exist and I will fight for them to the bloody end. My only recommendation is CLEARLY labeling your shit and not being afraid to add a tag if someone asks you to. 

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of? I’ve seen ideas I’ve tried on picked up by other people - but I don’t consider that stealing and it’s hard to trace “who has been inspired by who” because we ALL have been inspired by thousands of other people and frankly more stuff for me when I pull you over to my weird AUs and rarepairs. 

I also think that’s a huge part of not getting stolen - I’ve got so much weird niche shit that only a couple people read that stealing from me is going to most likely be caught IMMEDIATELY the audience is so small. 

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I’ve got some co-written secret smut with @blarfkey which almost nobody has seen, I’ve borrowed @tightassets Hawke, Lavellan, and Shepard for fics that she has illustrated, borrowed @tuffypelly‘s Adaars for some great fics, and my most ambitious project - the Forced Moves series with @jarakrisafis. It started out as us just exchanging gifts back and forth but we’ve wrangled it into Gambits and Countergambits, an Aeducan-origin prequel, that I’m VERY proud of. 

I love co-writing very much, but it’s very important to find the right partner and for it to be someone you trust completely. 

What's your all time favourite ship?

This is a stupidly hard question because I am, at heart, a multi-shipper. 

I love Varric/Hawke and Varric/Cadash. I’m also a sucker for Solas/Cadash. My fandom pool noodle is Varric/Cadash/Solas which I adore, and I’m very fond of Cole/Cadash. 

Most recently I’ve been DEEP in Aeducan/Gorim Saelac, Bhelen/Rica/Vartag, and Aeducan/Brosca feels. Dwarf origins are the best origins in my opinion and those characters are PERFECT. 

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I fully plan on finishing everything. My writing style changed a lot, for the better, in a short period of time. I need to integrate my old style/new style and had to get a pep talk about how to do that. Now I’m ready to try as soon as I finish Compassion for an Assassin. 

What are your writing strengths? 

I write very sexy, hot smut. I also really like playing with character voice and making sure I get them “right” so I do a lot of experimenting before publishing a new character for the first time. 

I struggle to write action scenes - it’s like pulling fucking teeth - but people really LOVE my action scenes and they read well. So that’s something I’m proud of even if it feels like doing fucking pull ups. 

What are your writing weaknesses?

I never learned anything. My experiences with English and writing teachers were overwhelmingly negative. I’m unsure if I’m just not cut out for classes or if they were that bad, but I always left feeling like there was one “right” way to do it, and everything I liked was “bad”, so what was the point of “learning” anything? 

It turns out there’s this very pompous, pretentious thought process in writing where people “assume” things must be done, but GOOD writing teachers teach you the rules and then how to break them. I either never had a good writing teacher or got too intimidated to give them a chance before bouncing. 

So I’m exceedingly self-taught. I lack the vocabulary to discuss plot structure, characterization, grammar, etc. I instinctively know most of these things based on trial and error and reading, but I didn’t learn them and I miss a lot of nuance in the rules, but until recently I was still too intimidated and unsure of myself to admit that or take it seriously. 

So - my defense mechanism is NOT taking ANYTHING seriously. If my writing is a joke to me, it’s gotta be a joke to everyone else, but that’s been a shield to hide behind instead of being thoughtful about things. I’m here to have fun, yes, but there’s nothing wrong with learning a technique to the art. 

I’ve learned - mostly thanks to @blarfkey who is an amazing person and a wonderful teacher - that I am a good writer based on my self-teaching. And being intimidated of people who throw around impressive sounding words is a weakness that I am working on. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? 

Use sparingly and with good reason. It should be short and explained later or clear from context. 

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter on message boards back in the fucking day. Thankfully none of it exists anywhere anymore. 

What's your favourite fic you've written?

This is such a sappy answer and I’m so sorry. My favorite things have been written for and because of people I love and care about. When I read them, I’m not just reading the story, but remembering the relationships I’ve made and how important they are. 

So, my top three fics for THAT reason: 

1. Cheating the Dread Wolf - written for @blarfkey who inspired the idea and ruthlessly encouraged me to make it happen. This fic was so healing for me because it heavily features Fatherhood within it - and I lost my father in June 2020. I don’t know if I’d have been able to do it without her and it was so important for me to do. 

2. Gambits and Countergambits - written with @jarakrisafis and the culmination of a years worth of gifting shit back and forth and crafting a shared universe. The worldbuilding, smut, relationships, EVERYTHING about this fic is so deeply and passionately cared about by both of us and to our knowledge it is completely, totally unique.  

3. Relentless, Ridiculous, and Rakish - one of my only primarily gen-fics focusing on a forming brother/sister relationship between Maria Cadash and @tuffypelly‘s Otsar Adaar. I very much enjoyed writing it for her <3 

And then my overall favorite fic: 

The Viscount’s Mistress: I have a lot of opinions about how fanfiction treats the anchor’s meltdown and the aftermath. It’s one of the things in DAI that resonated with me SO much as someone who lives with chronic pain and a disability. I loved the fact my OC was in the same shoes and STILL saving the world. This is very much a fic that explores all the dark sides of trauma, pain, and the mental health effects of it. But it ends on a happy and hopeful note.  

[cirilee]

i just found a text my browser had saved on a word count website, and i apparently typed it last november while being sad - i just wanna have a place to post it, and it explains why i was gone for most of may through november last year.

if you’re interested, u can read, it’s basically just a long long long vent and i wanna save it somewhere :’)

(and if you wanna, you can tell me what u think of the whole thing, maybe share if something like that happened to you too, because man, this whole thing was WEIRD for me)

bottom line is: i’m much better now and have way better friends then back then and in general, i’m a pretty happy person again^^

My parents and me had been fighting a lot the past years. I still love them. For a while though, it was just shouting matches between us. We weren't really speaking to each other throughout january 2019 until april 2019, so i wasn't informed by them that they were planning to mOVE OUT. And the place they wanted to move to only had enough space for 2 people. now my brother and me had 3 months total to find and finance our own flats. i was desperate. 2 months i unsuccessfully searched for a job or a flat or a way to make a deposit for said flat, without any saved up money. an old school friend offered to move out together. i only saw him once every month for group activities. he was nice, but we also had a bit of a history. 3 years ago he had acted kinda scummy and tried to get me to be his girlfriend because "he couldnt find anybody else” - ending in a "movie night with friends" that turned out to be a trap, where the only one spending the night was me because he only invited me. creepy. he apologized and i forgave him and we were chill and it was normal between us. i realize now, that i should have just left him out of my life at that point. but time was running out, so i gave in and asked myself "whats the worst he could do. i’ve known this person for 12 years and the he's part of my friend group" we set up basic rules, how we would pay for stuff, etc. .. we moved in. it seemed fine. then i noticed that he talked A LOT. and he wanted A LOT of attention. after a day of working on my diploma or working at my job, he would assert himself in my room and try to engage in smalltalk. i am not the hermit type. i engaged with him, i joined in on his conversation. but when i was already tired he wouldn't accept "i'm gonna go to sleep". there was always something else he needed to talk about. I was trying to make clear to him that i needed alone time too, but no matter how honest i was, the message either didn't seem to stick, or he'd get upset and start asking me if i hated him. With that, i could have kept up with in the long run. Then he started knocking on my door. even when it was already late and i already told him i was gonna go to sleep. Repeatedly knocking on my door. At some point he just opened the door. It was 1am. I pretended to sleep. I could hear him breathing, it sounded angry. He eventually closed the door. The next morning i confronted him. He argued it away as him trying to warn me that he was going to take a shower, so that i wouldn't use the bathroom. He started commenting on how i wasn't funny enough around him. in that friend group, i'm the funny one :c. but i cant keep up that energy 24/7 (this was supposed to be a home, not a free neverending standup act, for this one guy). that confused him. the next day he asked me if i had depression. My parents had given me a griller/toaster as a parting gift (there’s a backstory for that too but anyways) my flatmate ALSO had that same toaster. He demanded we make up our minds which one to keep. i didn't understand why this was important to him and i hated discussing this useless topic with him so i stored the toaster in my room. He repeatedly suggested i throw mine away (?). One evening i got hungry and decided i'd make myself a toast in my room. So i made some toast. Suddenly he bursts in. And he starts ranting. "why are you doing this are you CRAZY you cant TOAST in your own room thats DANGEROUS you're gonna start a fire, don't ever do that again, we have a KITCHEN for that. why don't you want to use the kitchen you cant just HIDE from me every day, this is OUR flat  and i want us to live TOGETHER!" He didn't stop talking and it overwhelmed me, so (this is embarrassing, but) i actually started crying and i turned away from him so i could try to control myself. and he just started babytalking me "awww its alright i didn't mean to scare you, but you see, you shouldn't have done that". he tried putting his arms around me, i told him to stop. "you need a hug right now" ...... i was so angry i think my brain might have short circuited because the next hour was me just acting the whole way through. i told him everything he wanted to hear. i was so sorry for almost burning the house down and made up some explanation that my parents were still making me sad, so i needed distance. The next big thing involved one of my best friends. she wanted to spontaneously go out for an evening. so i put on some pants and of course: HE appears in my room, asking where i'm going. i was surprised by the question and just answered "going out with Lina" he left it at that. then suddenly: "can i come too?" He threw me off with that question. Lina had said she needed some advice on personal stuff, so I said "no" because i didn't have a better answer. he got ANGRY. i explained. "Lina wants some privacy, i'm sorry" He starts arguing that Lina is just as much his best friend, and that he should be allowed to hear what she wants to say to me. Before i can reply he slams his door shut. "Don't even try to explain yourself", he says. I told my friend while meeting up with her and she began with the sympathetic "you should have said yes" and we argued about it and then she came out with this absolutely horrifying sentence: "you know how he is. you cant be *too* honest with him. he's sensitive. you need to lie to him so he doesn't get mad" it was as if i'd been splashed with cold water. i said i didn't agree with that. that that was actually unfair to HIM. nobody likes being lied to and treated less than. she called him, told him i was gonna apologize and he showed up with the angriest expression i ever saw in his face. he accused me of being depressed and that he now has the burden of my mental issues to bear. This he assumed because one night i told him about me dissassociating sometimes a few years ago. Then he wanted me to promise i would never leave him, because he's afraid i won't be able to pay my part of the rent. the crowning moment was my friend Lina mostly agreeing with him and both of them berating me for not having my life together because i still hadn't managed to find an open-ended contract job, only limited-time jobs. at the end he justified himself by saying he cant stand my parents phoning me. (at that point they had started calling me everyday and showed genuine concern ... i was trying to reform a bond with them) - apparently he resented that. he knew about my parents disciplining me with face slaps as a kid (when i was 9-11 yrs old) (they feel bad about it, and they they stopped doing it fairly early) in that moment my flatmate chose to tell me ..... (hoo boy i need to get ready to type this) .... "i'm concerned about you. if your father would ever beat you, i would beat him  to a bloody pulp" then he repeated "i would beat him/kill him" a few times, VERY agitatedly. it was scary and at that point i was numb. i didn't really respond, i just said "its fine" or something to that extent. the  thing that made me decide to move out (although certainly among many that followed that night) was this: one morning i informed him i was going to visit my parents that weekend. we had started talking again (as i mentioned before and i wanted to meet them without fighting for once). he says "but you're coming back, right". i say "of course don't be so nervous". i go to work. i get a LOT OF texts from him suddenly. i skim through it. he's mad about me calling him "nervous". i don't reply/read bc i am at work. Then he actually CALLS me. i don't pick up.  now i'm thinking: What is so  important, that he has to call me during work.  there's a 4 paragraph essay in my inbox. "watch your mouth", "you have no right to speak that way to me", "you should have more respect". he was mad i called him nervous. i responded that i don't have time to reply. he argued back. at one point i said "if i cant even call you nervous then i'm ACTUALLY gonna stay with my parents" he fiNALLY didn't reply to that. after a 10hour day i come home. i wanna shower. i go to my room, close the door and start undressing myself. of course, there's knocking on my door. i say "No" he flips out. i calmly tell him i'm only half dressed. he flips out even more, says i'm a horrible person who WANTS to fight because my "no" wasn't a good enough answer and i should have explained in full detail why he couldn't get in. he was actually SERIOUS. this was his reasoning for flipping out. he goes away. not even a minute passes by and he hammers his fist against my door again. "OPEN UP THIS TIME I *HAVE* TO COME IN" at this point i'm beginning to get kinda scared  so i say "come in" He comes in and says he needs me to disconnect with the wifi because he needs it for his work. i calmly say "ok" and disconnect my wifi. he goes away, leaves the door open. i stand up to go and close my door. HE ACTUALLY GOES AND PULLS AGAINST ME TO TRY TO PRY IT OPEN AGAIN. eventually he lets go and then he flips out FOR REAL. he starts screaming about how i'm a psycho, and that im crazy and awful and he has been nothing but nice and that he "saved" me and i haven't been thankful enough.

.... ..

yes, i was in a difficult position. but that flatmate arrangement was made on even ground. he had wanted to move out from his parents for years. i fled and left. called my parents, but they were miles away and laughed it off. i would have probably too. i called my friends. Lina offered to come and mediate. He continued screaming even with Lina there. It culminated with him roaring at me, pointing at the door saying "if you don't like how i treat you, there's the door, leave right now" with lina replying "don't say that, you NEED her money to pay rent!" it was awful, and an eye-opener. the next day, on the way to work, i decided i was gonna move out. and before i could tell him, i get a message from him (!). An ultimatum. he tells me i have 3 options. 1) leave immediately and take my stuff away within a week. i wouldn't have "pay any more than i've already payed" (it was the first day of that month and i had already payed my rent. nice) 2) stay for half a year, but immediately pay him something so that he knows i'll stay 3) stay indefinitely, but set up a " bevahiour contract" with him, so this "never happens again" i told him i'd take option 1 and then i stayed over at a friends house. then at a friends shared appartement. then at dormitary and soon i'm gonna move in with my younger brother. we've been estranged a bit but grown closer through this whole thing. now Lina and him are still friends and lina blames me for "everyone in our friend group" being mad at him. one of her first concerns, was that her birthday parties are gonna be weird now. i am completely done with her as well and don't want her in my life anymore. according to her, I left him with a rent he cant pay  and i should feel bad for that. except i dont. should i though?

[wroteclassicaly]

Ride

Title: Ride

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit language and a bit of smut

Playlist I listened to as I wrote this: Rock You Like A Hurricane by the Scorpions, & Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

A/N: Hello, all! *gasp* Has this bitch finally arose from her dry spell? Will she provide quality content and not suck? To be determined below. ;) I appreciate the patience and loyalty from the people who have stuck by me and supported me, despite me not providing content on my blog like I once used to do. I’m trying to change that, and I do intend on finishing Ripe. 

As well as getting though requests in my inbox and getting my Kink Hours and writing exercises back on track. I hope y’all like this! It was requested by the lovely @katiekitty261. Let me know what you think? I’m nervous about writing Xavier and just getting back in the game in general. 

From now on, I will be including the songs I listen to as I write each story. Just something new. I want to apologize for any grammar mistakes. And I want to thank one of my biggest cheerleaders, @icylangdon. She continues to push and inspire me. 

Enjoy! Let me know if you want tagged in future blurbs! Tags never go so well for me. :(

You didn't mean to do it. Really... it sort of just happened. One minute you're watching for snakes on a dirt path near the docks, and then the next you're stalking out Xavier's colorful van. You never got to ride with the other counselors to camp, Xavier seemingly forgetting all together that you were the first one who knew about his duties at Redwood for the summer, thus volunteering yourself as the second attendee. (Really, how pathetic can one bitch be?)

He never offered you a ride, not even when you passed him after class, mentioning, or the two times you went up to him and told him you managed to get a job there too. Flat out denial towards you and apparently whatever he thinks you stand for. It hurt, yeah, but your determination and fascination were in a fucked up affair, now here you are. You wrangled someone at the studio with bribes of gas money and a gift certificate you had for pizza to bring you the long distance. Spending the last of your pay from your custodial job in the aftermath of some dance classes, you made it to Camp Redwood and checked yourself in.

You already knew that he brought along a select group of students he liked to chat up in the common areas, so the sting wasn't unnoticed. His annoyance seemingly joined hands with his shock when you actually did show up afterall. (Hah, take that, slick man.) He brushed you off, as did most of the guys. But you found yourself in eagerly grateful company with Brooke and Montana. Montana always had been nice to you, Brooke new to the classes seemed to also mesh well with everyone.

You and Brooke were the shy girls in the spotlight, only she was more focused on after her survival of her attack. And Montana seemed really into her, right along with Chet. Ray was cool, but he never really paid you much mind. So what had you done after dumping your stuff in the cabin? Hung out in the infirmary with nurse Rita.

A few hours had passed and you had grown bored, venturing off to look around. And that's when you spotted Xavier Plympton's Vanta-C. The colors of enriching paint adorning fractions of the sides. You looked both ways, as if expecting to be struck, kicked your worn sneaker into the dirt roadway, then neatly proceeded to Xavier's vehicle. Pretty stupid of him to leave the side door unlocked, but even more lucky for you.

~*~

There's seating and tables, curtains on the back windows, shading the inside from crisp summer sun. There's a gym bag and some empty soda cans strewn around, but all in all, the van is clean. You're a little disappointed there's nothing in here you can play with or steal just to be a brat. And that's when you spot it, a huge ass boombox nestled against the driver's seat.

"Oh, fuck yeah!"

You barely have time to reach for the device before a shadow is cemented behind you, making you shriek and spin around. Sunglasses perched on that defined nose bridge, earring dangling, swaying with the breeze, pants bunched around his defined hips, blue muscle shirt stretched around a firm body, plump lips wet with amusement, blue eyes seemingly grinning on their own, topped off by a mop of frosted hair, stands the object of your desires and every waking (fuck, sleeping too.)  fantasies. You feel the flush heat up your skin, backpedaling an apology. Xavier intercepts, slinking forward in that cocky way you're accustomed to seeing. You back yourself from the van and don't remember human functions as Xavier uses his thick thigh to hold you in place.

"See anything fascinating, Y/N?"

Fuck, the way he says your name has you afraid Margaret will pop out of the bushes and douse you with holy water for sinning.

"I was just looking. I'm sorry." Is all you muster from your dry throat, the cologne wafting off him and smacking you in the face.

"I admire a girl that knows what she wants, you know? Has the balls to track me down here, go through my shit." He's smirking, baring milky white teeth.

"Maybe if you didn't treat me like shit under your stupid ass shoes, I could've rode with all of you." You find your voice, angry and guarded. You shove at him, ignoring how warm his body is through your palms.

He doesn't say anything for a few moments, several different looks crossing that gorgeous face of his. You think he's pulling his method acting shit on you, however, you're scratched wrong.

"Mhm. I have been an asshole, haven't I? Maybe I can give you a ride."

You lower your brows. "After camp?"

"No, now." He states, as if it is totally obvious.

"I'm not leaving, so get used to it. I paid a lot of money to get out here and I have to earn it back somehow." You snap, arms crossing over your breasts.

"I said I would give you a ride," He's shifting his stance, jutting a muscular hip out. "I didn't say it would be in my van."

And just like that your throat is drowning in saliva, causing you to sputter. Images cascading volcanic heat like lightning through your system, shocking between your thighs. You don't have a chance to respond before Xavier's laugh is honey-hot, his body moving backwards.

"Chill, Y/N. I'll give you a lift back to LA when we all have to go back. I was just fucking with you. You're fun to tease."

You can't really describe what goes through you in the next several seconds. Xavier is looking at you in challenging expectation, sure of himself, and you think, "What the hell, right?" Shrugging your shoulders to capture the adrenaline, you find your voice.

"Would you give me a ride in your van, Xavier?"

The double meaning you spit back at him does not go unnoticed. In fact, you think his eyes might bug out of his skull. He didn't anticipate you'd give it right back to him. At all.

"You're actually fucking serious? I thought you were a virgin? And fucking your hairbrush doesn't count, Y/N."

"Screw you, Xavier." You're trying to match his height, but that's not possible. Tall fucker.

"If you really want to, Y/N." He's got his shades off, reaching out for your hands, raspy tone softening an octave. "If you really, really want to."

~*~

"That's a good girl. Squeeze my fucking cock, just like that. Use those muscles."

"Will you shut your fucking mouth?" You growl, sweat a salty burn in your eyes, the van ceiling in your sights, teeth shredding the skin on your bottom lip.

Xavier is beneath you, back moving up and down the shag carpeting from your combined movements, your knees on either side of his toned waist, his hands on your tits, cupping, pinching your nipples.

"Spread your cunt apart on my face and maybe that'll get me to," You give his cock a tight pressure, a fresh burst of wetness soaking out around where you're joined, running down his shaft and dripping onto his balls, causing him to groan out his next few words with gritted teeth. "Shut my fucking mouth."

You can take not looking into his blue eyes for more than a few seconds, your gaze meeting his fucked out, lust blown observation. He's appreciating you, giving as you give, thrusting his hips off the floor like you've seen him do a thousand times in classes, except this time, he's drilling his dick inside of you. His hands find your hands, you pinning his arms above his head, leaning down to let your tits smash against his chest.

"Give me a few minutes and I will."

[laceymorganwrites]

Lacey gushes About her Friends (I refuse to call you guys followers, it sounds entitled to me)

so recently i thought About what big of a number 900 smth really is and oh Boy....my favorite One Piece Blogs have that many followers, the ones that made me start Posting on here, it´s weird to have the same Kind of following that they have because to me i don´t deserve it. they´re all so amazing and I´m just not.

i never liked my writing, Always hated it and thought it sucked (i couldn´t depict Things Right and whenever i proofread i didn´t feel anything, so how could anyone else?). 

honestly i just started Posting my stuff because i thought nobody would read it anyway and i didn´t have anything to lose, nobody cares About me so why not share it with the void?

and then you guys came along, yeeted me out of selfdoubt, made me proud to be myself, proud of my writing. because of you i´m actually able to view my writing objectively now and even like it! you don´t know how much that means to me, thank you so much, you´re the best <3

and i wanted to apologize for Always complaining About not getting enough interaction, it´s just that sometimes i wish you guys would talk to me more. but if you don´t wanna that´s okay, the notes you leave speak for themselves <3

really i´m just glad that i get to be on this journey with you, see myself improve and have you there with me, the biggest gift in the world are you guys becausse you actually seem to like whati write, which forever will be a mystery to me xD

I love you all so much and don´t be shy to drop in my Inbox to start a conversatioon, I don´t bite unless I´m asked to ;)

[sayurinomoe]

Saw your tags on that post talking about teaching out to people. I can feel lonely like that too, but I've found hotlines help. Like crisis hotlines and related. Getting counciling can also help you to gain the confidence to go out there and make friends.

Thanks for reaching out, anon, and for advising me. I really appreciate it: I rarely find stuff in my inbox (I've never received asks in years... and that's why i'm so surprised to find yours and other two asks sitting in my inbox.). I don't know which post you're referring to, as today self-loathing streak had kicked me hard in the guts. The problem is that when you're an introvert fellow and suffer of social anxiety, every interaction is a struggle. Sending an anon message is a struggle. Leaving a review is a struggle. Writing tags is a struggle. Answering asks is a struggle. Creating content for the fandom is a struggle. Our real life is a struggle too, because real people are even scarier than internet nicknames. And on top of this, add to the mix a job (and when it's in public places you're done). Yet, often times an introvert person does his best to do it. To reach out. To talk. To draw 'a present' to someone. To 'write' a fic for someone else. To send a message. A subtle one maybe, but he does. At great personal expense, because he's freaking out most of his time and his whole mind is shrinking and panicking because your self-confidence keeps screaming "wtf are you doing you're making a fool of yourself!". And it does it non-stop. We have a fucking screwed up fight or flight switch, that keeps going on and off at awkward intervals, even when there's nothing to be scared of. And yet, introvert fellows do really try their best most of their time.

But 9/10 our efforts are ignored. We get ignored, because... well. People we try to befriends with are surrounded by more interesting people than us. People that chat more. That laugh more. That are funnier. Who are capable of using socials, chatting on Discord, or Skyping. Or saying "ily" with a more carefree attitude on Whatsapp. Or sending selfies. They have their own world, but it's too difficult for us to get in.

We need a thorough warm-up before being this open. We need more time, and a bit more effort. But we are also the kind of people that tend to look at every reblog and read every single tag. And that squirm with joy when they squint a message that is meant for them. May it be a single word (and imaging what effect phrases have!) or an emoji. Or a tag.

This is not a rant, don't get me wrong. I don't want to sound like I'm fishing for attentions, or i want my post reblogged or my inbox filled to the brink. And I do not make gifts or leave reviews or whatever because I want to receive something back.

But you're giving me the right chance to unravel the tangle, and I'll be selfish for once.

The more you get ignored, the harder it gets to try crossing the bridge. The more you fail, the more your brain activates and overthrows you into another bundle of tantrums. The more you get ignored, the more you feel useless and unworthy. And the more you feel useless and unworthy, the less you create.

It's a vicious cycle.

And then, when you finally see a message on the mail, and you see the umpteenth anon hate on a work you did...

Well, that's it. You start asking yourself how is it possible that haters have time to leave spiteful messages in your inbox, or on your works even, and 'fandom friends' don't even have time to 'heart' a content or reblog a drawing.

That's how it started. I'll get better, I'll eventually make it. It's not the first time, and it won't be the last.

But there are times in which I wonder if maybe there's something wrong with me. If I'm 'not enough' for other people.

Sorry if I used your ask to unload myself, anon, I've been a bit selfish and I apologize for that. It's a load off my shoulders.

Thanks for your concern, tho. You made me feel better, and I'll never thank you enough for this.

[mittensmorgul]

Hello. This might be a stupid one but; why didn't Michael showed himself to humanity? (Meaning mass revelation biblical style). He doesn't want an apocalyptic earth he already had that. So why take it by force? If he is not afraid of a god intervention, most of the people want peace not freedom and he is a bridge between 3 major monotheist beliefs.(did I missed something?) Thank you

Hi there! First of all, sorry this took so long to answer. And I’m gonna take a line here to apologize to everyone who’s asked me stuff that I haven’t replied to. Sometimes I just don’t know how to reply, sometimes I hold on to stuff to see it in my inbox (like nice things people say), and sometimes I save stuff for when I have the brain power to reply and then maybe never do actually come by that brain power… whoopsie… I am doing my best. :P

That said, let’s tackle Michael.

*waits for someone to take him out with a strong hit*

*still waiting*

Well fine. I’ll do this.

I think you may be misunderstanding exactly what Michael wants here. Michael doesn’t give a flying heck about people. If he wanted to be worshiped like a god, he probably could’ve had the whole planet on their knees in a matter of days, you know? Pull a Godstiel, but with a lot less murder and mayhem, perform a few miracles on international television, and bam. He could’ve had the whole population bowing to him.

But I reiterate, he does not care about PEOPLE.

I mean, we got the best look into Michael’s point of view in his conversation with Jack in 14.09:

Alternate Michael: Oh, but, Jack, we’re family. You know, in fact, we’re the only kin each other has left in this world.Jack: My uncle’s in the Cage. And you – you’re not family.Alternate Michael: Well, not literally, no. Our connection, our relation is more a matter of scale of power. Haven’t you learned yet? In this reality, monsters, humans, even angels – they are insects, atoms compared to us. But you [chuckles] – you’re just a child, a mere infant. For you, the past two years – the entirety of your existence – feel like eons. You don’t even know what time is. But you will. Real time, the time that makes mountains, that wipes out species. You’ll see it all with me.Jack: No.Alternate Michael: Year by year, century by century, and as your power returns and grows, we’ll only become more alike. Oh, I know. Your loyalty to Castiel, the Winchesters, the rest of humanity? It will fade. And so will the minor differences – angel armies versus monster armies, this Kansas City or that Kansas City, one world from another – they’ll fade, too. 

He doesn’t even consider other ANGELS as anything significant or noteworthy, you know? He’s essentially been driven demented by just having existed for so long, and watched so many other things rise and fall, evolve and go extinct. Everything else holds no real meaning to him. Things are born, things exist for a while, and then they disappear forever. Why bother forming any sort of attachment to anything?

It’s a horrific prospect, honestly. Jack is horrified by it. *WE* are supposed to be horrified by it.

Immortality… is not a gift… it’s a curse. And Michael proves that. He loves nothing but himself, because everything else will die.

His goal is not to amass a hoard of loving, devoted followers. His goal is to wreak as much havoc as possible in the process of reforming the world to whatever he thinks would be most interesting to him right now. We have no idea what that would look like, because I don’t even think Michael knows. He’s like a scientist just throwing random stuff into a vat to see what happens. Oh, that combination of things exploded! This other combination made poison gas! Moving on to the next thing… just leave those other experiments there smoldering in ruin. It just breaks up the boredom for him, and then he’s on to the next thing. Because nothing at all really matters to him.

So the question for Michael is… why not take it by force? He’d done it once with angels, and this go-around he’s decided to try the same thing with monsters. But they’re all monsters who are explicitly under his control via his grace making them essentially his puppets. They’re not even operating of their own free will, technically. They’re just extensions of Michael’s will at this point. He’s not looking to make them all into his devotees, or remaking the world for them to enjoy. Because again, they’re only temporary fixtures in the universe, from Michael’s perspective. He doesn’t care about them or what they want, despite that having been his question to everyone at the beginning of the season.

I suppose I should address that here, for the purposes of understanding how I’ve been looking at him. Yes, his question was “what do you want?” But he didn’t really care what anyone wanted, beyond attempting to discover which group (humans, demons, angels, monsters) was both honest about what they wanted, and simplistic in their desires. Because strangely enough, that’s what Michael needed in the group he chose for his army. He needed a group with simple goals that he could use for his own purposes.

Humans are too messy and complicated. Even ensnaring the entire population in a Divine Revelation sort of way wouldn’t guarantee complete submission, you know? Not to mention the fact that Michael and Lucifer both (and even Raphael) have never, ever, thought that humans deserved that place of love God had ordered the angels revere humanity with. I think Michael resents humanity just as much as Lucifer and Raphael ever did.

There just weren’t enough angels to make a functional army for him, and Heaven is in shambles. He’d already failed to eradicate humanity and wrest control of the world with a full angel army in his own universe, so he wasn’t even really interested in trying to recruit the few angels who are left here.

We know he approached demons, and talked to at least Kip from 14.01. But as we know of demons, they have their own wants. They’re conniving, cunning, and tricksy. I mean, look at Kip’s answer to Michael from 14.01:

Kip: You see, recently, I had a revelation. You know, somebody asked me what it was that I wanted. And I realized that after 600 years as a demon walking the planet, destroying, drinking, defiling – you know, the Three D’s – I didn’t know. So, I sat back, and I gave it a good think, and I realized exactly what I wanted.Castiel: And what is it?Kip: Everything.

So he wanted EVERYTHING? Well, funny enough, that’s kinda the opposite of what Michael wanted in an army, you know? Michael wanted mindless, ravenous soldiers he could control completely. Whose desires were uncomplicated enough that he wouldn’t have to care about keeping them content beyond the very basic.

That left him with monsters. And yes, not all monsters are mindless killing machines.

I mean, think of the vampires from Michael’s AU. They WERE reduced to animalistic eating machines, nearly starving to death because there just weren’t any more people to feed on, and they were beneath Michael’s notice, just like mosquitoes or mud. I mean, why would he care what they wanted?

Because what they wanted was to be able to feed without persecution. Also from 14.01:

Michael: Now, you – you know exactly what you want. You don’t pretend to want to help people… or save the world. Your want is pure and simple… and clean. And that’s why you are worth saving. That’s why we are going to work so well together. Because you – you just want to eat.

Not because Michael admired this quality, or thought it was “worth saving” in its own right, but because it made them useful to him for his purposes. He’s essentially using them to hoover up all the other intelligent life on the planet. What would happen, theoretically, when all the people were gone? When all their food dried up? Michael said he intended to have all the monsters turn all the humans in Kansas City. Well, what THEN? What would all those monsters eat once the entire population of the world were monsters?

It would be chaos, is what. It would likely provide a few years or even decades of entertainment for Michael to watch unfold before he’d have to find something else to amuse himself with. But again, he just does not care. Which makes him possibly the most dangerous villain the show has ever seen.

Even Amara cared about something, you know? Even the Leviathan intended to just take over the planet and create a never-ending perfect human food supply for themselves.

But this is even worse than Raphael restarting the Apocalypse out of ennui. Michael’s a nihilist. He doesn’t want to be loved or worshiped. He doesn’t want to convert the world to bow to him. He does not care.

[mjolfarr]

ONE SHOT

TITLE: A SLAVE TO YOUR KING

original inbox request- Hi I was wondering if you could write something where Loki is king and Reader is given to him as a gift from a rival kingdom as a peace offering. As like a bed slave or something, I would love to see some Loki Dom and reader sub kinky stuff because I noticed you haven't written any kinky scenes yet. Maybe a bj lol that leads to other stuff. Also, I hope you don't mind I inboxed it instead of commented i wanted to stay anonymous.

Warning: This chapter will contain sexual scenes and situations if you are uncomfortable reading things like that please skip this chapter- Eira

---Loki's Pov---

It has been three months since I was crowned king of Asgard and other kingdoms were already begging for my mercy. Most people think I am quite hasty in my decisions regardless of how much I think before I act. This is why I have messengers coming with gifts daily begging me not to start a war with them and instead be allies. It was a stupid notion that I would ever jump straight into a war only after three months as sitting king but the gifts were pleasant so I did not bother to correct anyone. Perhaps I should have and I wouldn't be sitting in front of four girls dressed skimpily in chains kneeling before me. "This, your highness are four of the most lovely women our kingdom has to offer. The king would be honored if you choose one to be your bed slave." The advisor said in a proud voice, now I knew that most kingdoms were far is the past compared to Asgard but this was remarkable. Bed slaves have not been used for decades by kings and I honestly wouldn't know how my people would react. I would have to choose because if I didn't that would be grounds for war, something I couldn't afford. "Shall I examine them?" I told rather than asked he bowed backing away from the girls allowing me to get up close and personal. The first one was a red-head which wasn't a turn-off but I disliked how significantly shorter she was than me. I shouldn't matter since I had no intention of laying a hand on any of them but I did want to choose one I liked. "What is your name?" I demanded, looking at her stubby legs, "Whatever you wish to call me master." Ugh, nothing was more unattractive to me then not having your own identity so I walked over to the second girl. She was around my height with long brown hair and elven ears to match; I've heard they're quite flexible so I was intrigued. "What is your name," I asked fully prepared to choose her no matter the answer, "Whatever you wish to call me master." Her voice had to be the most shrill thing I've ever heard in my life, that was a for sure no. The third one's face had an attitude on it which caused me to walk straight past her without stopping. Now the last one she was just so interesting, her (h/c) reached around (h/l) on her body. Unlike the rest of the girls, she had a realistic body type that I wouldn't mind grasping. The messenger read my mind, "You can touch them if you wish your highness." A wicked opportunity I couldn't pass up it would be the only time I enjoyed her body so I might as well toy with it a bit. I grabbed her hips pulling them towards me sharply causing her to stand, she didn't dare protest but it did come as a surprise. I let my hands dance up and grip her breasts and tugged her back against my chest roughly. The sheer white dress she was wearing didn't put much distance between me and her flesh so I used it to my advantage. I teased her nipples rolling them in my fingers slowly kneading them until I heard her breathing quicken. It didn't take much to excite her but I enjoyed playing with her, I let go of her and stepped around for her to face me once again. Instead of looking at me directly like the other girls she had her head down and cheeks flushed. "What is your name?" I questioned, she didn't look up but she did speak, "(Name) master." the other girls gasped at her answer and she raised her face in shock of what came out of her mouth. "My apologies your highness she is new in our program and isn't quite bright." The messenger walked with heated footsteps but I waved him away and reached out to touch her face. She flinched away as though she thought I was going to hit her so when I stroked her cheek everyone was surprised. "I desire this one, (name) is it?" she leaned into my touch and bowed her head to me, "Yes, master." she spoke only to me, "Take her to my chambers I have other duties to attend to at the moment," I told to the servants that her standing on hand and watched them loop around her arms walking her out of the room. The other girls' chains rattled just as much as (name)'s had when they were told to stand and were walked out of the room. I would much rather tend to (name) but the royals of the court she came from where excepting me to entertain them and talk treaties for the rest of the morning. This couldn't be over any faster.

----Your Pov----

His room was really big it shouldn't be a surprise because he's a king but this had to be the biggest room you had ever seen. You wished the servants had released you from the chains connected to your ankles, wrists, and neck. They made it so hard to turn your head or walk at all but either way you waddled up to the big window near his bed. Asgard was so beautiful, you would probably only see what you could from his bedroom widow but you wouldn't take it for granted. He was just as intimidating as everyone told you and the other three girls, he was so tall and his green eyes were hard to read. You wondered why he chose you over the other more attractive options; no one guessed he would have. The only reason you were even here was because the girl who actually got chosen lost her virginity to a stable boy and you were the only one on hand. With a limited amount of submissive training and lessons you were already messing up telling him your real name was a rookie mistake. You felt tired after the long carriage ride of your teachers drilling you all in preparation of meeting the king. You hadn't eaten or slept in days so his grand bed was looking so nice and comfortable. Luckily you knew better than to do that you were not supposed to touch anything unless told to. You compromised and took at pillow off the bed and a throw blanket from a chair to make a spot on the floor to sleep. If you were going to be punished for anything it would be for using his pillows to sleep something you could live with.

----Loki's Pov----

That took much longer than I had anticipated it was at least 12:00 at night and I only just got away from the ongoing banquet I threw in their honor. At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, once I reached my room  satisfaction crept over me I finally got to be alone. The room was strictly lit by moonlight and a silhouette was lying on the floor, Fuck I forgot about the girl. The further I went into the room the better I could see her figure lying there. She was sleeping in an uncomfortable position because it appeared no one released her from her bonds, "Is everyone useless?" I muttered under my breath storming around looking for a key, I dug through my drawers loudly and I heard stirring behind me. "Master?" Her voice was still laced with sleep which made it all the more sensual and appealing. I spotted a little pink box with a bow that had a key on top of it, "Hold on," I replied walking over so I could unlock her. She was sitting up with her wrists out for me, "How long have you been asleep?" I asked shedding her of all the shackles and tossing them across the room, "Has someone fed you?" she shook her head and rubbed her neck. "No master," there was that low and sexy voice again I had originally promised myself I would refrain from touching her but it proved to be harder than expected. "Are you hungry," I spoke pulling her up to stand, "No master." Something inside me twitched if she used that voice one more time this would be a very different night indeed. "You're a virgin aren't you," she nodded feebly and a small smile to match. "Sit on the bed," I demanded pushing her towards it she looked scared but complied with my order. "I have rules that you will always follow do you understand?" she nodded again not speaking which was probably for the best, "In private you will always call my master no exception, while in public you may call me whatever you desire except my first name. You will sleep in my bed every night and that's me being generous, you will not talk back to me ever or you will be punished. You will have your own wardrobe of anything you wish but any outfit that is short, sheer, thin and leaves room for imagination will only be worn in front of me. My pleasure always comes before yours, you will swallow what I give you and be a good girl, if you follow these rules you will never want for anything and get plenty of rewards." She was looking at me intently soaking in all of my words, "Now I will call you pet or (name) when I choose to." She tilted her head thought, "thank you for your kindness." I sighed running a hand through my black hair I didn't know where I was going with this but I knew where I wanted it to. "Are you fearful of me?" She hadn't met my gaze yet and it was getting quite annoying, "yes master," I swallowed hard, "look at me when I'm speaking to you." she raised her head and looked at me directly that I could manage but when she bit her lower lip absentmindedly it pushed me too far. Lust and desire overwhelmed my senses a needed her now, "I had originally promised myself I would not lay a finger on you and treat you as a guest instead of a bed servant. It is clear to me now that isn't going possible since you're quite tempting. Now be my good girl and get on your knees pet." She didn't protest my order and did as she was told promptly, "I assume you've been taught but I shall let you learn firsthand."

---Your Pov---

As soon as your knees hit the ground he had moved and sat on the bed removing his pants completely. He took a fist full of your hair and dragged you closer to him, "Like I said you will swallow and what I give you if you dare spit it out there will be consequences." His eyes were dark and lust filled the tight grip he had on your hair sprung tears from the corner of your eyes. "Yes master," you choked out and he released you all at once offering you his mostly erect member. You didn't want to do this it made you feel more disgusted at yourself than anything, you didn't have choice he owned you this was the first night to a long life. You sucked in a deep breath and took the large length in your mouth wrapping your hand around it trying your best to stroke it. "Too slow," he hissed gripping the back of your head again and forcing it down on his length. You gagged feeling it at the back of your throat it was hard to breathe but he didn't allow you to raise your head. He groaned and thrusted into your mouth without letting go of you, you pulled away quickly coughing and panting to catch your breath. He grabbed the hair on the top of your head even tighter than before making you wince at the shooting pain. "Don't you ever pull away unless I tell you to or you won't live to regret it?" The tone of his voice was frightful you didn't dare protest, "Now go back to work," He grunted letting you take control instead of gagging you. You went as fast as you could trying  and your best to please him, you still were having trouble breathing but you didn't dare stop now. He seemed to be enjoying what you were doing because he kept groaning and encouraging you with soft hair caresses rather than yanks. The longer you did this the better you felt, you were getting making your movements smoother and faster you could feel him nearing his end. He stood pushing your head deeper and giving more affirming groans of pleasure. "Eyes up here, now" he demanded you to watch him; you brought your face up and saw his pleased expression that motivated you to keep going. He started to moan in a low tone dipping his head forward, you felt him twitch in your mouth and hold you more closely. His warm seed darted into your mouth until there was no more to give you, it was absolutely disgusting and you didn't want it in your mouth but you had to swallow it. You forced it down and gagged once it was all gone, your stomach turned but at least it was over. He looked impressed while you wiped the corner of your mouth, "you are a good girl aren't you?" He spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "As I promised I will give you a nice reward for your good behavior." He gestured for you to bend over his lap and you obeyed standing up slowly but he wasn't having that so he tugged you onto him. You felt his hand creeping near your nether regions, "Oh look at this pet, and you're far more excited than you let on." It was true but it only made you more embarrassed, you had never volunteered for this job yet here you were. He started nudging a finger at your entrance coaxing quiet moans from your lips, you used your hands to cover your mouth but he used his hand and pulled them behind your back. "Tell me how badly you need it," you squirmed underneath him trying your best to stay calm and collected. He took another finger and prodded more but not enough to give you the pleasure you wanted. "You will answer me pet," he smirked pressing his fingers deeper inside of you. It wasn't that you didn't want to answer him but you couldn't form any words all that came out were squeaks. A hard slap came on your backside, the mixture of pleasure and pain proved too much to hold in. You finally found your voice and started moaning aloud giving him the confirmation he wanted to hear. "How badly do you want me?" he made you quiver with a cocky tone of voice, there was no point lying about it or denying how aroused you were. "I need you really badly, please," he chuckled at your desperation and curled his fingers in you. "Really, that bad hm?" you tried bucking your hips against his hand but he wasn't allowing you to, "Yes, please I need it." You begged, he retracted his hand completely and lifted you up placing you on the bed bent over. You knew exactly what he was going to do and you wanted it, it made you sound like a freak but you really wanted it. You felt the pressure of his member aligned to your entrance he didn't give you once second to brace for what was coming before the thrust inside of you. It hurt way more than you had expected it to, you screamed out in pain but he didn't stop of slow down. He took one hand and held your hip while the other covered your mouth to silence you and your shouts. He did slow his pace but it didn't feel any worse or any better until about five minutes in where everything turned into sheer enjoyment. he started a steady pounding pace that made you grab the sheets out of frustration you couldn't get a better grip on him. It was almost  like he felt the same so He turned you abruptly making your face in his eye line and yet that still wasn't enough. He lifted you up not to exit you but to slam your back against a wall; you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck so he didn't have to stabilize you. He then proceeded to bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood and licked over it demanding his tongue entrance into your mouth. You retaliated by tangling your fingers In his black hair and opening slightly for him to gain access. Your tongues engaged in a needy desperate fight for dominance but it was harder to focus when you kept moaning against his mouth. He broke the kiss and pinned your wrists over your head and using his other hand to guide your hips once more driving you insane... you needed more of him. A wave of tingles ripped over your body letting you tighten around him, "Say my name," he said through gritted teeth. You didn't know if he meant what he told you to call him or his first name, your brain was going numb so you said the only word that passed through your lips. "Loki," you groaned arching your back off of the wall and shaking from your orgasm. Loki followed in pursuit pressing his forehead against yours while he became undone inside of you releasing your wrists and focusing on holding you while you took him in. Once it was all said and done with you both were breathing jaggedly, "You broke a rule," he whispered into your ear that shot fear down your spine. Was he going to hit you or something worse? It had to be about the name you called him.You opened your mouth to say sorry but he cut you off, "My pleasure always comes before yours but since you pleased me so well pet I shall let you get away with it. He let go of you and you slid down the wall on shaky legs and a stinging tingling coming from between your legs. Even though you slept for hours that whole thing exhausted you immensely, He still towered over you menacingly as always. You doubted you would ever not fear him but you did like him, He kissed your temple and chuckled, " you're exciting pet I chose well, now come I require rest as do you."

-FIN

[brittanacedes]

brittana headcanons?

Okay, this has been in my inbox for a month because I kept putting it off. Just because it’s such a broad question and I have A Lot of thoughts, so I wanted to make sure I was able to think about all my random thoughts!

I’ve had this half finished in my drafts for weeks now because I felt like it wasn’t Complete, but I can’t think of anymore, so I’m just gonna post it. If anyone wants to know my headcanons for anything specific that I haven’t listed here, send me an ask and I’ll answer! I can start a headcanon tag :)

I tend to try to make my headcanons as reflective of canon and realistic as possible, as opposed to just straight up ignoring canon, so keep that in mind when reading :)

Pre-Series:

Brittany came on strong when they first met and while Santana was attracted to her, was put off by how touchy and forward she was, and thought she was weird. Brittany wasn’t fazed by any of Santana’s insults and decided herself that she and Santana were friends and would sit with her in class and at lunch and practice and stuff, and eventually Santana just stopped complaining because it’s not like anyone else liked her much. Until one day, for some reason that wasn’t actually Britt’s fault, she snapped and hit below the belt, calling her dumb or whatever, and instantly regretted it when Brittany finally left her alone. Of course, that made Santana admit to herself that she actually grew to like Brittany and her company and so, for the first time ever, she apologized, and they were best friends ever since. It’s part of why Santana became so protective of Brittany and why she always makes sure Britt knows how smart she thinks she is. That’s the one and only time she ever said it, and normally I am Against the idea that she would ever, but Britt did imply she had when she said Artie was the only one in school, so.

Santana lost her virginity to Brittany, and that’s why she didn’t have a story to tell when the other girls did in The First Time. It’s what made her start sleeping around with guys more, trying to prove to herself that sex with boys felt just as good/better than with Brittany and she wasn’t a lesbian. It never did.

Series:

Brittany’s little sister has always had the biggest crush on Santana and was heartbroken the day she found out Brittana were together. She didn’t talk to Brittany for, like, a whole weekend and everything.

Like Mercedes predicted, Santana was obnoxious as hell after Brittany won senior class president, and would try to wield her power as First Lady in the most ridiculous situations; like when she wanted a specific seat in class or in the choir room (“Excuse me, but my girlfriend is your president. Do you know what that makes me? Your First Lady. Wouldn’t you give Michelle Obama your seat?”)

Brittany was bummed they lost prom king/queen, and had brought a crown to give to Santana after just in case they lost.

Santana definitely cried the first time she had sex with a girl after breaking up with Brittany, and only partly because she’s tipsy.

When Sam [redacted], Brittany didn’t say yes right away. Right before he did that, she was telling the other glee club members what she really thinks of them as part of her countdown to dying or whatever. I’ve always thought she tried to get in contact with Santana to do the same with her, to tell her she still loves her and everything, but she gets ignored in one way or another - either she goes to her house and finds out Santana isn’t coming home for Christmas after all, or she leaves a voicemail and never gets a return call back or gets left on read, whatever. And it was that rejection and her sadness from it that made her say what the hell, and does the stupid thing. She just looked so miserable and sad during that scene, and preoccupied.

Brittany hooked up with a couple girls while at MIT. Being in Lima, where she and Santana were apparently the only girls that liked girls, she had only ever had boys as non-Santana options. So once she got to MIT, she wanted to explore more so she was specifically looking for ladies. One was a girl that actually went to MIT - she was cute and nerdy, but not very experienced (that was okay with Britt), and the other girl she met at coffee shop just off campus. They were both just one night stands, but it was the only fun Britt had at MIT.

Santana called Dani and broke up with her right after Brittany kissed her in 100. Even if she didn’t know what she wanted to do in regards to Britt, she knew she still had feelings for her and it wasn’t right to be with Dani while still being in love with someone else.

After enjoying a few days in Lesbos, they locked themselves in their room for like a solid 24 hours and just talked about everything that went down between them and everything that happened to both of them since. They talk about any lingering beef they have with each other and ask questions and tell each other about hook ups, etc.

Brittany didn’t come back to NYC with Santana after vacation because she was finishing up some commitments she still had at MIT.��

The only person Santana told about wanting to propose to Brittany was Mercedes, while they were on tour. While Brittany was busy rehearsing with the dancers, the two of them would go look at different ring shops in different malls until Santana found the ring she wanted.

The real reason Brittany invited Kurt and Blaine to also get married was because she knows 50% of marriages end in divorce and even though Santana did a good job of talking her down from the ledge as far as her superstition went, she just wanted to really cover her bases.

Brittany surprises Santana with a nice engagement ring on their honeymoon, because she knows Santana loves her bling and thinks it’s only fair she gets a rock, too.

Post-Series:

They absolutely get infinity symbol tattoos on the inside their pinkies.

They take Lord Tubbington with them to New York, but Lady Tubbington stays in Lima with Brittany’s sister.  At first Santana worries Britt feels obligated because she was a gift from Sam and she thinks Santana would feel some type of way about it, but Brittany promises it’s nothing like that, but because 1) she doesn’t want to leave her family with no pets and 2) she’s not as adventurous as Tubbs and Britt doesn’t think she’d like the big city (she didn’t do well with the move to MIT).

Both of them go back to school, to the same one, but Brittany takes a shorter program because she just doesn’t like school much. She doesn’t hate it and she thinks it’s important to have some kind of college education, so she takes something in media or dance, but she doesn’t go the extra mile to do anything beyond completing a basic program. Santana takes it a bit more seriously, and takes a general program until she decides what she wants to do. She switches majors at least twice, before finally settling on something like business management or something; some kind of job that helps their budding Youtube career.

Brittany starts taking her Youtube stuff more seriously, and after Santana appears in some of her videos and the viewers really respond to it, it starts happening more and more until it becomes their channel. Their channel getting bigger is what finally helps Santana settle on a major, and she really gets involved and helps to make their channel a real source of income for them. They get big and get all kinds of awesome gifts and trips and stuff for their channel, and they travel a lot and vlog it and they just have a fun ass life that they get a lot of say in.

They do odd jobs with/for Mercedes throughout her career, singing with her or dancing with her, appearing in her videos, etc. Same with their other friends, but Mercedes the most; she’s got the best hook up.

They don’t have any kids. Neither of them were against the idea, but it was never something either of them was dying for or even planning for. Then after Kurt and Blaine have their kid, and they see how much their life changes and how boring it gets, they both agree they don’t want that. They love being able to travel when they want to and they just aren’t interested in being tied down by a kid.

They’re totally the cool aunts, though, that always have the best presents and stories to share when they visit all their friends kids.

No skyping or double dates with Kurt and Blaine on their anniversary, but they do text each other on the day, at least. At least Britt does, because she lowkey feels bad about using them.

Abuela still has moments of obvious uncomfortableness, but she really tries and both of them really appreciate it and never push her. They’re always very cautious around her, even as she gets better about it. She is not happy about their decision not to give her any grandkids though.

[distant-rose]

Hello! I love to read your Opinions™ and I wondered - what's the very best gift you could hope for from a fellow fandom friend who can art a bit and word a bit? Is there a prompt you've seen and would kill to read? An underused trope that you love? A story of yours that you'd destroy whole worlds for fanart of? A fic of yours that you'd like to see remixed?

I apologize for just getting to you, especially because I had a ginormous smile on my face when I read this message. My heart actually kinda exploded a bit because these questions are so lovely and nice. I’ve been outlining criminal and contract law all day so this was just wonderful to see in my inbox. When I say I’ve been outlining all day, I literally was in the law library from 9:30am to 8:00pm and just finished my outlines like maybe 30 minutes ago because I really just don’t want to fail and I have so much anxiety. And you really didn’t need to know any of this but I can’t stop word vomiting about my anxiety and just this message really kinda helped. So yeah, helping my not-so-great mental health with just a nice comments and questions. Thank you. Truly. From the bottom of my heart.

Answers to your questions under the Cut

What’s the very best gift you could hope for from a fellow fandom friend who can art a bit and word a bit?

You mean the most selfish desires? That I would normally not ask of anyone because I’m totally afraid to come off as a self-absorbed, self-obsessed narcissist? I mean I’m happy with anything and I mean that genuinely, but if you’re being entirely honest and in the realm of impossible things where I could actually feel comfortable asking? Honestly art for Little Pirates. Anytime someone does something for it, my heart genuinely fucking explodes. But I never ask for it. Because it just feels too weird and too narcissistic and I have some admittedly self-esteem issues that I really need to just get over. Like I’m fucking struggling to ask Svenja FOR A COMMISSION for my original characters and she’s getting PAID for it (and she whole heartedly deserves it. She’s such a talent and I leave her tips when I can) so asking for something like that is…not even on my radar. But honestly, I would cry if happened. Or die. Possibly both. Simultaneously. 

As for wording? I’m very versatile in my fic preferences. I just love a fucking good story, man. Like well plotted, well written. It’s really all I ask. Though, once again, deepest, darkest desires? I love sports fic more than life itself, it’s half the reason why @welllpthisishappening is my platonic soulmate. If you’re new to following me, you should know that I love baseball more than life itself. I’m the world’s biggest Yankees fan. Like literally would marry Aaron Judge or Giancarlo Stanton or Gary Sanchez or Didi Gregious or even fucking delicate as glass Greg Bird in a heartbeat. So, you could never ever go wrong with a baseball fic. Though, Laura did promise me Yankee!Killian as a Greg Bird/Gary Sanchez fusion (aka a severely wounded catcher who can hit like a dream) so if I would advise Not-Laura people to say away from catcher!Killian. I love where Laura is going with her fic, but an honest to god dream baseball fic for me would be a For the Love of the Game AU where Killian is a pitcher for the Yankees instead of the Tigers but Emma is still Jane-like in her oblivious gives two shits about baseball but grows to love it and Killian kinda thing. If you haven’t seen that movie, you should watch it, it’s the only Kevin Costner film I would ever recommend. (Here’s a link to a trailer you never asked for: [LINK])

Oh my god, I just made two huge ass paragraphs about my inner most desires. Fucking kill me.

Is there a prompt you’ve seen and would kill to read?

This is a tough question because I’ve seen a lot of prompts and a lot of amazing fics based off prompts. I would have an easier time telling you the ones I don’t understand more than I can the things I like. Though, I’m not huge on high school AUs because I’ve hit a point in my life where I’m skeeved out about the idea of teenagers banging or thinking about it but I think a 10 Things I Hate You scenario would definitely work with Killian, Emma, David and Snow. So, yeah, there! Something non-sports! I’m sure whoever is reading this is kinda relieved.

An underused trope that you love?

I’m huge on friends to lovers because that’s basically my life but that’s done well enough. Another struggle, but I guess “stealing and wearing significant other’s stuff.” Like Emma just casually taking and wearing Killian’s stuff and him being like “where the fuck are my favorite socks/pants/shirt/girdle/whatever?” Oh! And banter? Is banter a trope? I have never thought of it as a trope, more as a golden rule. I need banter to survive. It’s probably my favorite thing.

A story of yours that you’d destroy whole worlds for fanart of?

Oh man, no one reads it because not only is it Little Pirates but it’s way in the future fearing an adult Beth, but A Once and Future Thing. There are like five million scenes I would kill to see illustrate, most of them are in the upcoming chapter but goddamn. I would love to see my sassholes Jim and Beth illustrated. Like I would willingly finish a fucking drawing just for reference and I hate finishing drawings. I’m a lazy piece of shit. But yeah, totally would destroy the world for Jim and Beth illustrated.

Though I realize that LP is a dumpster fire that is written for a very niche market and totally not everyone’s thing. Which I totally respect. Like I understand and try my best in conversations not to bring it up without prompting. Like if you don’t specifically ask about it, 90% of the time, I will never even mention it. I’m totally capable of not talking about it but once I do, it’s just fucking word vomit and I apologize. Like all of my posts are essentially word vomit. 

But yeah, if someone were not willing to do art for Little Pirates, probably the scene where Killian catches Emma sitting at his desk while wearing his jacket in It Was Always You which is probably my most popular fic, and you have no idea how much that fucking amuses me since I didn’t spend that much time on it.

A fic of yours that you’d like to see remixed?

Most likely my Stranger Things AU Should I Stay Or Should I Go. I have a lot of mixed feelings about it. I go back and forth on how I feel about it because some days I feel good about it and some days I feel horrible…there’s just a lot of drama around that fic that kinda poisons my mind to it. Like I know for fact that people who I am friends with didn’t like it so knowing that kinda just fucked with my head. I have a lot what ifs? in regard to it. Like if I didn’t have a mandated word count? Would it have been a better fic? Would it have done better as a multi chapter? Should I have introduced the kid POVs to it? Does it even make sense from just strictly a Joyce perspective? Am I even a fucking good writer at all? Like just the immediate aftermath of posting that fic had me in tears mainly because of reactions and non-reactions of friends whose opinions I really value, people who were supposed to have read it and obviously didn’t and it was quite clear that they didn’t or that they just skimmed it and were like “whatever.” 

I’m not saying there weren’t positives. There were one or two people who really liked it and @cocohook38 made me some gorgeous stuff for it. And honestly, my beta was fantastic and I wouldn’t trade meeting her for the world. But every time I think back on it, I remember my mental breakdown and how I wondered if I should even bother writing. 

This was a lot of truth bombs. I’m sorry about that. Like if you made it to this point, kudos to you because I’m sure it was a struggle and a half to read. But I do truly appreciate it.