#my inbox also may be broken. idk

[santadecides]

An Instagram reel I found for all the train lovers. I have had zero new requests for characters and I've been busy so I will start making my own when I get free time. There will be a lot of hoyoverse and vocaloid since I will ask my sister to give me some too and she likes those lol

[theaveragepsychoticbitch]

Idk if the formatting will stay corrupted when I post this ask but it was mad regular when it was just sitting in my inbox?? but uh, Gods bless. I dont think I'm all that good at sub reader, and I may be ass at writing insecurities as I gotta be careful not to trigger myself lol, but I am gonna enjoy writing this thanks for requesting me beautiful (Also, I'm not much of a daddy person but I LOVE Master kinks.)

A/N: OMFG TUMBLR FUCKEF AND I HAD TO DELETE AND REWRITE EVERYTHINGGGG

I proofread like half of it yall imma do the rest in a couple days💀✋🏾

Fem!Sub!Insecure!Reader x Soft Dom Odin || NSFW lol || Breeding kink, Master/Slave use (ion know too much bout that dynamic lmao so you gon have to bare wit me), insecurities, and raw dogging (my staple)

Odin can't help but notice the slump of your shoulders, persistent ever since the other day. You'd gone to see Aphrodite for the first time, wanting to greet the entire greek pantheon personally upon your introduction as his wife. You left all smiles and laughter, yet despite saying it'd gone well, you possessed an air of sadness about you, and it's lingered throughout the week.

You sigh again, pulling him from his pondering. Your seat in the windowsill is backed by a view of the gray sky, ice cold rain pounding the glass. You have to be cold.

You jump upon finding your husband behind you, wrapping you lovingly in a thick blanket. The expression on his face is uncharacteristically soft, and in your heart you know he loves you... but why?

Why does he love you, when women as beautiful as Aphrodite exist? The lowest ranking goddesses glow with divinity, an inhuman shine to their very aura that you could never recreate. When you entered that room, you'd never felt more mortal. You were drawn to them, their beauty and grace calling out to you, leaving you with no choice but to gaze in awe.

You think you feel tears on your waterline.

How could he truly love you when surrounded by women like that?

"Women like that?"

You blink, feeling the warm tears slide down your cheeks as your face heats up. You didn't mean to say that aloud, by the gods. But it's too late now, and his simple question and deadpan face have broken the dams you worked so hard to maintain all week.

"Women like that! Like Aphrodite, like the other goddesses. They're beautiful my love, beautiful in a way I can't compare."

He tries to speak, but you rush over him, the snot filling your nose choking your speech and corrupting your voice. "How can you caress my scars when presented with unblemished skin? Look me in my eyes when theirs sparkle with such power? How can you even stand my voice! The goddesses of this forsaken place sound as lovely and hypnotic as sirens, even when their screeching at the top of their damned lungs!"

You cough, gasping for air. You hadn't taken a breath in that entire monologue. Your throat hurts from screaming, and at some point, you'd stood up and thrown away the cover he gave you. The cold air from the window spread goosebumps across your back, down your legs and arms. But it was fear that made you tremble, fear he'd see the logic in your words and leave you in the dust. Fear you'd walk the palace halls one day, haunted by the sounds of pleasure your husband brings out of other women, like so many wives here in Valhalla do now.

Your coughing dies out and leaves nothing but silence. Even your sniffling is quieted under his stare. The rain fades away and you find you can't even breathe as you wait for his word.

"I walk among these women everyday, yet you are the one I've chosen. Does that alone not set you apart from them?"

You blink at his tone– darkened with an unknown emotion, yet somehow still soft on your ears. His hand is on the small of your back, nudging you closer. The other cups your cheek.

"If you think yourself to be in a sea of gold, then you must be the diamond of the bunch. In my eyes, you shine brighter in your mortality then any divine being could ever hope to. Your scars are sweet against my lips, and your eyes as bright as the stars. Your voice is the one thing I bow to, my love, your beauty the one thing I praise."

It's silent again when he finishes, but you hear your heart breaking. Breaking for yourself, because how could you have been so blind? To ever in a million years think this man could do anything other than love you...

He chuckles, kissing your ear. "Say my name, Beloved."

Chaste kisses are placed softly about your face. Your forehead, your neck, your cheeks. And all the while you're crying, you love this man so much. "Odin..."

You try to pull back but find he's holding you to his chest. "Odin?"

"My name."

You blink, then smile. "Baby?"

He smiles into your neck, and you think he's having a rare cute moment. "Not that one."

Your smile takes on a confused twist.

Then, it hits you.

He chuckles again, this one filled with a bit of sadism.

"...Master?"

"Perfect."

In a show of heavenly strength you're transported from the window to the bed in the blink of an eye. As you sink into the bed, he tops you, fitting himself between your legs like coming home.

Your lips come together in a clash of lust and passion, the chastity of earlier long forgotten. Your hands tangle in his hair as he fondles you through your clothes. You could feel his hard on through his clothes, the familiar press against your heat filling you with... love?

Love... that's exactly what it was. You loved this, loved this treatment, loved to see your ever-quiet, ever-composed husband fall to pieces when he touched you. His stoic persona peeling back to reveal a man so head over heels he'd stomp on his pride in his rush to hump you like a dog in heat.

Hell, when he's fucking you like this, how could you have ever thought he'd leave?

Your right hand leaves his hair to help him tug at your clothes, the left sliding down to feel his muscles rippling under the skin of his back. He's finally gotten your chest bare, and latches onto the first nipple he sees, blindly working at the fabric to reveal the other tit. His battle-roughened fingers graze its peak, then pinch, hard enough to make you gasp and jump.

His tongue drags out similar sounds. Flicking the cute bud, circling it, right before sucking on it like it'd fix all his problems. Your fingers do away with his clothes with practiced motions as your eyes close, arching up into his touch.

You can hear him moaning almost silently as he kisses your chest, and you swear you hear him whisper, "Sweet."

You sigh at the feeling, at your adoration for this man.

He pulls back, and in the low light you admire the creases of his chest, the scars that litter his skin like stars in the sky. One hand parts your legs, spreading you open, admiring the sight of your clit twitching while arousal pours over your asscheeks to stain the sheets below.

His other hand takes your wrist to lay your palm flat over his heart. He's dragging your palm across his torso, over his heaviest scars, while rubbing electrifying circles into your clit. You tear up again as your legs twitch at the direct simulation. Even breathes turn to pants, and you feel your hips trying to rut into his touch. But your eyes never leave his. No, no– you hold his gaze and hone in on the feel of his skin on your hand, on the feel of realization like a new dawn in your mind.

"Do my scars horrify you?"

You can't tell if your tears are from pleasure or pain; the emotional kind. But they're pouring worse than the rain outside now, and you feel your nose getting stuffy again. "Of course not, my love."

He didn't mind the slip up this time. "If these do not cause aversion, how could your own bring you such despair?" Two fingers slipped inside you, and you gasp, fucking down on them instinctively. His thumb speeds up to match the pace of his fingers, and you pull him down into a kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, sucking on it and exploring your mouth. You kiss him back just as hard, running your teeth gently over his lips and tongue in turn.

"You are mine. You alone can see me like this. You alone can look at me like that, kiss me like that. I only want you–"

He smirks, and you think you're on the verge of cumming.

"Afterall, who else can take me so well? Who could look as pretty when I'm filling them up, watching my seed pour from their warmth? Do those goddesses beg like a good girl for me to stuff it back in? Present themselves as a willing slave, to be used until I've had enough? Until I've put a baby in them?"

Your eyes roll, your back arches, and the world turns white as you orgasm on his fingers. Trembles shake you, but big, comforting hands are working you through it so well. You rock into him until he pulls away, and despite the looming threat of overstimulation, you whine at the emptiness.

"Answer me, slave."

"N...no one, Master. No one except... Me."

You can't see it as your eyes are still closed, but he's smiling. Just a little, but it's full of more joy than a kid on Christmas.

A haze sits over your mind. His voice is the only thing you know now.

His thumbs take either side of your labia and spread you further, coaxing the juices out. He stares for a long time, unable to look away right up until his dick is so hard it aches. He forces his eyes to close, fumbling to pull it out. You both sigh when it slaps against your cunt.

"Please, Master... Cum inside me."

He looks up to find your eyes are just barely open and trained on him. His demeanor softens even more somehow, despite how out of place it seems.

"Anything for the prettiest girl in the world."

He slides in, fitting as though you were made for him. Your walls are warm and grip his cock like they missed it, arousal continuing to overflow and drizzle out, just barely able to slip around his cock. He puts a hand to your stomach, pressing down and make both your eyes roll as he feels how deep he is.

He thrusts– once, twice, rocking you, opening you up. From there on his pace builds to something fast and rough. Your nails drag down his back till blood is drawn, the pain fueling his manic humping. Screams of Master! Bounce through the air as he fucks you, drunk on the drag of his cock against your gspot. Your own hand goes down to rub at your throbbing clit as tears cloud your vision to the point of blindness.

When you arch, his hand is at the small of your back, helping you, holding you. Your bodies press together and you can't help but think, 'fuck. He's beautiful.'

You allow your eyes to close as a smile spreads across your face. Your husband is beautiful. So you are, you have to be,

"Beautiful."

Your eyes drift to your husband's face upon hearing his voice. Velvety and deep, and filled with roughness from his approaching orgasm. You laugh, a breathless thing. "You too, Master." You say, batting your lashes.

His chuckle is equally breathless, "'M gonna fill you up now, lovely girl. Take all of me."

An order, one you'd jump to obey.

You joined at the lips in a passionate kiss, your finger working your clit hard as the other hand holds the back of his neck. He holds your legs in a mating press and strokes deep, hitting your deepest spot before releasing inside with a shudder and groan.

You throw your head back as your own body freezes from the force of your orgasm. You're wracked by shudders and hear naught but the sounds of your own broken moans. You can feel him inside of you, spilling his seed for you alone to keep. It's warm, and you can't help but relax at the feeling.

Odin stays inside for long moments after, holding it in, before pulling out. You blink at the sudden loss, to exhausted to do much else. You let yourself be gathered in an embrace, lazily enjoy the soft kisses he presses to your face.

"In the morning, we'll shower. For now, we rest." You hum your affirmation. His arms are tight around your body. You have no choice but to sink into his embrace, sink into a deep, deep sleep.

Right before you drift off, you hear him whisper,

"I love you, my gorgeous wife."

You wish you'd stayed awake long enough to respond back.

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A/N: yes yes I know this and many other ask have been sitting in my inbox for months😓writing is hard okay?? And I am very very sleepy all the time. This was fun to write but god did I hate writing the smut. Ion know nothing about master kinks, I use them in my own lil way so the formal way is unknown to me😭but uhh, I hope you enjoyed, and requester if you see this I'm sorry🫶🏾🥹I love you🥲

[goldfades]

✮ 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, jump then fall au!

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♡ ─ word count | 2.6k

♡ ─ summary | the story of how our little paloma came to be, and why adam has full custody of her.

♡ ─ warnings | mention of pregnancy (obvs), mention of abusive/manipulative relationship, some birth stuff but nothing graphic like at all, think that is all??

♡ ─ taglist | @literatureluster @valluvsu @lvrzegras @iminlovewithtz11 (fill in form in my navigation in you are interested!)

♡ ─ ev's notes | im finally back lol, the last nonnie inspired me to continue my series but i also saw the adam/luca content on instagram and i was like... yes i love these men with my entire soul. anyway, this is more background/filler chapter on the whole story behind adam/his ex. also idk if i did a good job making emma kind of unlikable but i couldn't make her too much bc at the end of day she is dovey's mom yk LMAOOO. but yeah, i was gonna include a little court segment but i didn't think it was necessary. this is kinda a summary of the timeline so yeah BUT YETH WE ARE BACK AT ITT!!!!! will be writing a more christmas-y one soon though i pinky promise :) LASTLY, my inbox is always open for au thoughts. please send them in, they literally make my entire day!

September ushered in a peculiar kind of unease, a restlessness that only settled within the corridors of high school, unbeknownst to Adam. The weight of impending change hung in the air, a feeling that clung to him as he navigated the familiar chaos that came with being a teenager.

It began with a murmur, a whisper weaving its way through the complicated tapestry of gossip. The news was illicit, news that would shatter the simplicity of his teenage years. Adam's ex, Emma, a figure exiled to his past, was harboring a secret that would bridge their worlds in a way he never anticipated.

The autumn breeze carried an unusual tension as Adam found himself standing before the door of Emma's house, a place he thought he had left behind in the remains of the failed relationship. She had called him about two hours ago, telling him that she had needed to talk to him immediately about something very important. He hesitated for a moment, hand poised to knock, before the door swung open, revealing Emma's worn expression.

"Adam," she greeted, her eyes avoiding direct contact, as if unable to meet the weight of his gaze. They hadn't talked in a couple weeks, since they had broken up.

"What's going on, Emma?" Adam asked, sensing the gravity of the situation even before she spoke.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of the secret she carried. "We need to talk," Emma murmured, gesturing for him to enter.

"Yeah, figured." He sighed. He didn't know if he was able to trust her after all the lies she had told him over the span of their relationship. This may be one of her ploys to somehow get him back.

He went into the familiar home as she guided him up to her room anxiously and his mind was racing. What could possibly be so important that she couldn't text him, or tell him over the phone?

They reached her room and he sat on her bed as Emma paced anxiously, the rhythm of her steps echoing the gravity of her secret. Finally, she turned to face him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability that he hadn't seen in a while.

"I'm pregnant," she confessed, the words hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

Pregnant? Her words hung in the air for a few moments as he looked for any sign of deception in her expression. But no, she looked like she was about to break down in front of him. The room seemed to close in on him, and he could feel the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future colliding.

He couldn't even process it. "What?" Was all he could mutter.

Emma's gaze wavered as Adam's single-word response lingered in the room. The weight of the secret settled between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the life-altering reality they were now forced to confront.

"I didn't plan for any of this," Emma continued, her voice shaky. "I never wanted it to happen."

Adam's brow furrowed as he tried to process the mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger, confusion, and a distant sense of responsibility danced on the edges of his thoughts. His head was spinning with questions.

"Why now?" he questioned, the frustration evident in his tone. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Emma's eyes welled with tears, and she seemed on the verge of unraveling. "I didn't know how. I was scared, Adam. Scared of your reaction, scared of what it would mean for both of us. I mean I have school and-and I can't have a kid right now."

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unspoken accusations and the weight of their shared history. Adam's mind raced, torn between the desire to understand and the lingering mistrust that had defined their past.

Adam's jaw tightened as he absorbed her words, a tumult of conflicting emotions churning within him. "Scared?" he repeated, a sharp edge to his voice. "You think dropping this bombshell now will magically make things less complicated?"

He didn't want to sound like an asshole but he couldn't help it. All she was thinking about was her future, her life and nothing to do with what his dreams, the ones he's had since he was younger. How could he go into the NHL with a kid and unstable ex?

Emma's tears flowed freely now. "I never meant for it to be like this. I just... I needed to tell you. I can't do this alone, Adam."

He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the growing tension. "You should've thought about that before. Now, what? What do you expect me to do?"

She reached out tentatively, as if seeking reassurance in the midst of the storm. "I want you to be a part of this, Adam. Our child deserves that, at least."

He takes her hand and his gaze softens as he heard her voice. Our child sounded so sweet, but he didn't want to go through what she put him through again.

He sighed heavily, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face. "Emma, you can't drop something like this on me and expect everything to be okay. We're not together anymore, and I can't just rearrange my life because of this."

Her eyes pleaded with him, desperation evident. "I know, but I can't do it alone. I need your support, Adam. We created this life together."

He pulled his hand away gently, creating a bit of distance. "Support? Emma, you've never supported my dreams. You made me doubt everything I did. I can't risk my future for this, not when I don't even know if you're going to stick around."

As the room descended into silence, the air seemed to crackle with the tension of unspoken truths. Adam's mind, however, echoed with the memories of a relationship colored by manipulation and emotional turmoil.

He couldn't shake the vivid memories of countless arguments, where Emma would twist his words, making him question his own sanity. Her subtle undermining of his dreams and aspirations left a trail of self-doubt that lingered long after their fights and maybe relationship had ended.

Emma's manipulation often took the form of subtle remarks disguised as concern. Every success he achieved was met with a backhanded compliment or a comment that subtly belittled his accomplishments. Her words had a way of eroding his confidence, making him second-guess his abilities. Was he even that good of a hockey player? Was he as smart as everyone would tell him?

She played on his insecurities, subtly exploiting vulnerabilities he hadn't even acknowledged. Emma's behavior manifested in controlling behaviors, whether it was telling him who he could spend time with or subtly isolating him from his support system. The gradual corrosion of his social connections left Adam feeling increasingly dependent on her for validation.

Emma's manipulation extended beyond words or fights; it was their daily interactions. The constant emotional rollercoaster left him drained and disoriented. Adam had become used to walking on eggshells, terrified of setting off another emotional outburst.

Adam found himself grappling with a mix of anger and resentment. The secret of her pregnancy now added a new layer to their complicated history, one that threatened to entangle their lives again.

The heaviness of the past hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the emotional scars that had yet to fully heal. The silence in Emma's room mirrored the unresolved scars of their relationship, leaving Adam to confront the challenging path that lay ahead.

He thought he had ended this relationship for good but now, he truly couldn't leave. Knowing that if he wouldn't stay, she would raise the baby alone and he would live forever with the knowledge of his kid somewhere with her. If they were to be together again, even just to raise the baby, he would promise that he would try to shield the baby from his mother as much as he could.

Emma's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded, "Adam, I'll change. I promise. I never realized how much I hurt you until now. I want to be a better person, for you and for our child."

Adam hesitated, his gaze flickering between her tearful eyes and the haunting memories of their past. The room seemed to close in around him as he grappled with conflicting emotions.

"Okay, Emma." He sighed. She let out a sob of joy, bringing him in for a tight hug.

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JUNE 11, 2021

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Summer arrived quicker than either had expected and soon enough Emma was in third trimester. In the sterile confines of the white hospital room, Adam stood witness to the arrival of their daughter. It was a moment of transformation, where the happiness of newfound fatherhood collided with the stark reality of uncertainty. Emotions played on his face, he had no idea how he was going to deal with any of it.

But as soon as tiny newborn baby laid in his arms, all the worries and uncertainty had faded into background noise as he held her with all the care in the world.

In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The worries, the uncertainties, the complexities—they all became distant as Adam cradled his daughter. Her tiny features, scrunched face, and the weight of her presence overwhelmed him, he couldn't help but tear up. She was perfect in every way. In that moment, he promised he would never let anyone hurt her in anyway possible.

He felt a surge of love, a protective instinct that whispered promises of care and unconditional devotion. The uncertainty that had clouded his thoughts seemed inconsequential in the face of the profound connection forged with this tiny being.

"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. The fragility of the newborn, the embodiment of a shared history and a future full of unknowns, stirred something deep within him. All he knew was that he loved her more than anything even if he'd only held her for a few moments.

Emma, watching Adam with a mix of exhaustion and affection, couldn't help but smile. "She's got your eyes," she remarked, a tender note in her voice. His pretty, big blue eyes. The first thing anyone ever notices about him.

Adam nodded, his gaze fixed on the tiny features of his daughter. "Yeah? Well, she's got your everything else," he added, a gentle chuckle escaping him. The weight of fatherhood settled on his shoulders, but in that moment, it felt like a privilege.

The room seemed to shrink, focusing solely on this new family unit. The soft whimpers of the newborn, the beeping of the monitoring equipment, and the distant sounds of the hospital—all merged into the backdrop of a moment that felt suspended in time.

Emma looked at Adam with tired yet contented eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The room, once filled with the tension of labor, was now a cocoon of familial warmth.

Emma whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion of childbirth, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

As Adam and Emma marveled at the beauty of their newborn daughter, the hospital room's door creaked open, and Adam's parents entered with a blend of excitement and nervousness. His mother, a mix of emotions painted on her face, rushed forward to embrace Adam.

"Oh, Adam, sweetheart, you're a father!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears of joy.

Adam smiled warmly, hugging his mother. "Yeah, Mom. Meet..." His words died on tongue when he realized they hadn't picked out a name for her yet.

"We haven't decided on a name yet," Emma adds quietly as she yawns.

"What about Paloma? Like your grandmother. It's perfect, just look at her."

Adam's eyes met Emma's, and for a moment, a silent agreement passed between them. Paloma—the perfect name, a homage to his grandmother, a symbol of heritage and a new beginning. They exchanged a nod, and Adam turned back to his parents.

"Paloma," he said, a smile breaking across his face. "Her name is Paloma."

The decision settled like a warm blanket, wrapping around the newborn with a sense of identity. Paloma, their little dove, had found her name in the embrace of a moment filled with love and the promise of a shared journey ahead.

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Adam's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he and Emma found themselves ensnared in yet another argument. The air in the room crackled with tension, a silent precursor to the storm that was about to erupt. Paloma, blissfully unaware in her crib, slept soundly, while her parents grappled with the unresolved issues.

"I can't keep doing this, Emma," Adam muttered, his jaw clenched. The weight of unresolved issues hung heavily between them, each word an echo of past disagreements. "We need to talk."

Emma, her expression defensive, crossed her arms, a subtle defiance in her stance. "What's there to talk about, Adam? Everything's fine."

A bitter laugh escaped him with the weight of their shared history. "Everything's far from fine, and you know it. Paloma needs stability, and you can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Emma's eyes flashed with irritation. "I'm her mother, Adam. I know what's best for her."

Adam's jaw clenched, frustration palpable. "You barely spend time with her but refuse my help. Every time I ask you to be a part of her life, you find an excuse. This isn't fair to Paloma, and it's not fair to me especially when you dragged me into this in the first place."

Paloma stirred in her crib, a subtle reminder of the fragile peace that hung in the balance. The argument, a reflection of their complicated past, loomed over them, threatening to unravel the delicate threads that held their connection together.

Emma's gaze hardened, and she retorted, "I didn't force you into anything, Adam. You were a part of this too, remember?"

Adam's frustration escalated, his voice sharper. "I was a part of it because I wanted to be a father to Paloma, not because I wanted to be stuck in this cycle with you. I can't keep watching you push me away, I wanna be apart of her life-"

She scoffed, a bitter edge to her tone. "You act like I'm the bad guy here. I'm doing my best, Adam."

"You dragged me into this," he continued, a sharp edge to his tone. "I fought to be a part of Paloma's life because I wanted to, but you make it impossible. This isn't about us anymore; it's about her. You need to step up and be a mother, like you'd wanted to almost a year ago when you decided to have her."

Emma's eyes narrowed, defensive walls fortified. "I am her mother. But you don't get to dictate how I should do things. I have my own life, Adam-"

"And Paloma is a part of that life, whether you like it or not!" Adam yelled, the frustration in his voice reaching a boiling point. "I can't keep covering for you, Emma. My mom asks where you're at and half the time, I don't even fucking know. You can't just show up when it's convenient for you and disappear when it's not."

Paloma's soft cries began, the room filled with the sound of her distress, a reflection of the anger surrounding her. Adam's frustration transformed into determination. "I won't let you keep hurting her with your inconsistency, especially when she's old enough to remember. If you can't be a constant presence in her life, then maybe it's better if you're not a part of it at all."

The words hung in the air, a heavy proclamation that seemed to mark the unraveling of their already strained connection. Emma, caught between defiance and vulnerability, met Adam's gaze with a steely resolve, setting the stage for a tumultuous chapter in the story of Paloma's fractured family.

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[elphilim]

>> To the one anon who send me this ask about posting a promo and me having so less interactions etc.:

PS: long post! But it's kinda important, cause there is some parts in the tumblr rpc that also annoys me pretty much.

Yeah I know I could post a promo and maybe it would attract more followers etc. and I would have done so already if I wanted to do this. But the fact is, I don't. I barely have time to engage with the people I'm already writing with and those are really not many.

I mean just look at my tracker, there are once again threads who haven't been answered since the beginning of May and we have June now.

Ofc I'm not closed to new people, if anyone stumbles over my blog and wants to interact or if I stumble over a blog I find interesting, I still follow (back) and write with them. But I try to keep my list small, not just for my sanity but also because I know, just because you have a lot of mutuals doesn't mean you have many interactions. For most of them you're just a number to make their followerlist look bigger and I'm not interested in being food for people's ego...

I mean right now I follow 19 people, 25 are following me and out of them I'm actively writing with only 8 and out of those 8 people it's like only 2-3 who really like and comment my stuff or talk ooc with me, without waiting for me to make the first step (not judging or blaming anyone here, only stating facts)

I have 8 threads, 31 drafts, my inbox: empty, activity: almost every day at 0; sometimes I get a like or a comment but that's it, DMs: you can hear crickets chirping and if you want to write there you first have to dust off the chat. My notifications almost never go over 5 per week. It happenes almost every time that I come on here and I got nothing: No dm, no ask, no like, no comment, no nothing. And if I do have more than this, I can be sure the bots have found me again...

And still I barely have any time to answer to this 8 threads like once a week or get to post the 31 drafts I have saved. It's not like I'm drowning in stuff to do here on tumblr, that I get so much stuff to answer to or anything like that and still, I'm happy if I manage to answer to everyone's thread at least once a month or write the starters I promised in the same month.

Do I wish people would engage more around here, sure I do. Who isn't happy when people show interest in something you created and stuff. But it is what it is, you can't force people to do so and it's also not fair to ask for more interaction, if you yourself can't do much either.

I always say: "You get what you give."

If you give much but won't get anything in return: Stop giving. But if you don't give anything yourself, don't be surprised if you don't get anything either.

The one thing I'm mostly dissapointed here on tumblr is, that everyone here kinda sits back and wait for the others to make the first step and then complain when no one does it. I see a lot people here on tumblr complaining about this, and with each one of them I always ask myself "Yeah I get it, but how much did you gave first?" You don't get to lean back and put your feet up, waiting for the sun to shine upon you and then complain cause everyone else is doing the same.

I get it, it's annoying if it's you who always has to be the one to write the first dm, to send all the ideas or pitching plots. It's frustrating if you always have to be the one to write starters and don't get them back or the one to reblogg, like, comment and send asks etc. while everyone around you is kinda like just sit there waiting and only respond to what you give them. There I can understand people complaining, that everyone else is just waiting to get served.

But in a community as broken as the rpc seems to be someone has to be the "bigger guy" and suck it up and idk start somehow. Otherwise you won't get anything started at all. Over time you learn who of your mutuals appriciate you and your efforts and who you can just drop again. I prefer to make the first steps, hoping that something like a friendship builds between us, than to be yet another person who just sits back and waits for the world to do all the work for you. There are still people here on tumblr who, when they see the effort you give to them, they give the same effort back to you again. You just have to find them which can take very long and be very exhausting, but they're still around here.

I mean sure, beside the threads I sometimes send in memes or asks, or comment, like or reblogg stuff from others, but again I can't force anyone to do the same.

But don't get this wrong: I'm fine with doing the first step and I'm also very patient. But if this continues and it's ALWAYS me to make the first step, at one point I'll be dropping you again. I always observe my mutuals a little. I observe who makes the effort to write to me first every now and then or who only waits and replies when I write first. I see who comes to me of their own accord, checking on me, sending stuff in, throwing ideas at me etc. and who doesn't. I see exactly who only seems to be interested if I was the one to write first and then just forgets about me again if I don't. At a certain point, my patience will run out too and I'll stop sending you stuff. If even more time passes and you still don't get your arse in gear, I'll unfollow you again. It's that simple. I'm fine with doing the first step, I'm fine with reaching out and interact first. But I'm not stupid and I won't waste my time on people who just take and won't give.

As I said: I'm not here to feed people's ego. No matter how cool your blog or how special your muse is.

[midnight--sadness]

i dont want to be negative in your inbox, but how do you feel about the way in-ho has kind of been victimized sometimes?

i feel like sometimes this fandom forgets just how cruel he is, and they try to make him secretly a good guy somehow. idk maybe im evil but i dont care all too much about him wallowing (it depends what its about bc im not gonna pretend like he isnt a tragic character. hes by all means human and has been partially victimized and taken advantage of). he got himself in his own mess. i guess as a gi-hun lover and jung-bae enjoyer, i cant bring myself to fall for this whumpification. and i can honestly understand why people may hate him or 457 for these reasons.

even though i dont sound like it, i really have a love for in ho and appreciate his writing. i think he deserves, like all characters, to be looked at like a bug under a microscope because he is a very interesting man. that being said, I can find myself hoping for a redemption arc or ever defending/forgiving a single thing he did.

this isn't negative at all!! there are loads of stuff in this fandom that i find annoying so feel free to complain in my inbox 🫶🙏

i completely understand where you coming from and i even agree to a point. i talked here about how i think people villainize gihun and try to put him in the same category as inho when that just isn't reality.

i think people forget that inho is meant to tbe antagonist. he is very clearly portrayed as being "the bad guy". now, i'm not saying that he can't have positive aspects to his personality or that he is wholly evil either.

but i think woobifying inho and removing his agency from his decisions is such a disservice to his character. inho is a bad person. there is no way to disguise that. his actions are bad, his beliefs are bad. and that's okay.

like you said, he got himself into his own mess. he joined the games and won them because he need the money and, in that sense, he is a victim of the capitalist society we live in (just like everyone else who plays the games). but after that, the decision to become front man is his own. people can argue that we don't know for sure, but we also don't know if he was forced; everything points to inho joining the management of the games of his own free will. his wife and child were dead, he had lost his job, he was broken and angry and bitter.

after that, every single mistake and crime he committed are on his shoulders. inho spent years watching 455 die in the games. he did nothing to stop them. hell, he even agrees that they should die and calls them "garbage".

this isn't a man who is going to change his mind any time soon. and i think his ending, i.e. his death, will reflect that. i think inho will sacrifice himself, either for junho and/or gihun (this one is more with shipping goggles on but i don't think we can ignore that obvious connection these characters have), and not for the players or their wellbeing. even his sacrifice will be "selfish" because he will be doing it someone he loves and not for others' lives or to end the games.

(very much, vader killing palpatine to save luke. he did it for his son, not for the resistance or to destroy the empire.)

people can ship and not ship whatever they want, as long as no one is being shamed for their choice. i don't even know if i'm gonna continue shipping inhun after s3, so i understand the jungbae and gihun fans who don't ship them.

generally, i think people need to learn that you can love a villain AND admit that they are villains. it doesn't make you a bad person or morally corrupt, it just means you have good taste 💖

[leonenjoyer69]

*Inbox Invasion* Free ramble card!! Make it a long one, About literally anything, anything at all, can even switch topics constantly. This is literally just for fun.

LGOWKFLEKVK LET'S GOOO 🗣️🗣️

Okay so, starting off strong, let's go music. Will Wood and the Tapeworms, right? A few weeks ago I listened to both versions of every song twice to find which versions I liked better for when I eventually burned CDs (my car is old af, bbg ain't even got an aux, but also her ass ain't got an engine rn 💀) for the albums.

My verdict for Self-Ish? Literally all the songs are the exact same, except Self-, -Ish (which just sound a wee bit different), and Dr Sunshine is dead (which just has a longer outro in the original).

EVERYTHING IS A LOT THO? Some big differences in some songs. So here's my preferences:

6 up 5 oh- Remaster, the "oh how I know how I go.." Part just sounds better to me

(Bones)- Remaster, the radio/tv talk at the end isn't glitchy and stuff, like the OG

Front Street- Original, I like the snaps (tapping?) Behind the pre-chorus, along with the dialogue clip. But, also, I like how much clearer everything is in the remaster, so I'm kinda torn.

¡Akiado!- Original, I am,,,, not a fan of the extra end part in the remaster

White knuckle Jerk- Original. The background(?) Voices are quieter and sound kinda different. Idk I may be wrong about that tho.

Cover this song- Original. I hate hate HATE Batman will wood growling in my ear, please never make me listen to that version again, it was a genuine jump scare. (EDIT: THE REMASTER JUST PLAYED ON MY SPOTIFY AND??? HE'S NOT BATMAN ANYMORE??? IS MY SPOTIFY BROKEN?? PLZ IK I'M NOT CRAZY)

Thermodynamic Lawyer- Remaster. Not really a fan of the robot voice in the original.

Red Moon- original, his voice seems quieter or more drowned out in the remaster.

Lysergide Daydream- Original, don't remember why, so vibes ig lmao, there's not really a difference between the two

The First Step- Remaster, I think it just sounds a little clearer

Jimmy Mushrooms- either, they're literally the same lmao

Chemical Overreaction- original. WE CAN'T STOP HERE, THIS IS BAT COUNTRY 🗣️🗣️ need I say more?

Everything is a lot- Remaster, so then I don't have to listen to construction noises (or destroy to enjoy in general) 😋😋

So yeah, ig that's my dream Everything is A Lot album.

BUT NOW!! more music! But Chonny Jash this time!! Specifically the Ballad of Dr Jekyll and Bargaining/compromise.

First of all, I love the lyrical differences!! Ballad Jekyll leaning more towards blaming Hyde for everything and being way more self-pitying, while B/G Jekyll seems to have more of a subdued acceptance? Like, Ballad Jekyll is a lot more emotional and bitter, while B/C seems to take more of the responsibility. Also!! I like how in B/C Jekyll seems to be with someone else, while Ballad Jekyll seems to be alone. The contrast between the last lines ("but if it takes Mr Hyde with me, then I'm glad to hang" V.S. "so take my hand, hold it till the end") really does show that bitter self destructiveness vs that sad, duty-driven acceptance. AND LIKE UGHHH JUST THE LYRICS OF B/C IN GENERAL!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!

Also, the Mr Hyde Jive? I love Hyde being a silly fellow. Literally just being like "damn, I'm not the villain, smh, lemme go have some fun for you gayboy 🗣️🗣️ (might still ruin lives tho!! I am vice, teehee)"

Yk what? Fuck it, this whole ramble will be music. THE JEKYLL AND HYDE MUSICAL 🗣️🗣️🗣️ I love Anthony Warlow so much, all the Jekyll or Hyde-centric songs are so eoughhhh ughhhhh AHHHH. Favorite songs rn? Board of Governors, His Work and Nothing More, The World Has Gone Insane, This is the Moment, Transformation--I JUST UGHHH I love listening to his screams idk man. also Alive. I also love you, Gabriel John Utterson. His parts are so fun to sing.

BUT!! the absolute hold Board of Governors has on me is insane. Every time I hear the intro begin to play through my tv I look up. I'm literally pavlov dogged to that shit. It's basically a requirement for me to go "THE BOARD OF GOVERNORS OF ST JUDE'S HOSPITAL IS NOW IN SESSION!" every time it plays. I love sassy Jekyll and Stride, it's so funny, like yes!!! The girls are fighting!! The absolute sass of half that cast is crazy. I have every part memorized, I AM the entire cast and recreate it expertly 🗣️🗣️

Anyways, yeah, I love Utterson too, his voice is in my range perfectly, he's literally my bbg. All his parts in How Can I Continue On and His Work and Nothing More? Kdoelvkskfldk I love him I love him. JEKYLL THO? shaking him aggressively (lovingly) I want to chew on him and rip him apart. Warlow's voice for him is so EOUGJDJDKKD ‼️‼️‼️

OKAY THAT'S ALL FOR NOW, TYSM FOR THIS!! ILY, LOYAL SCIENTIST 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[thetrasha]

I'm glad you are feeling better 🩵 AND YOU ARE RIGHT, YOU COOKED AGAIN 🔥🔥🔥🔥 loved it, no notes, chefs kiss!

Also happy to hear that you've been progressing in Dressrosa, can't wait for you to see Doffys potential 🥳 hope you enjoy the rest of the anime, i've currently only got like 40 episodes left and then im caught up, idk what i'll do with myself afterwards 😭😭

Ok sorry i'm yapping, thanks for fulfilling my requests, i'll be back 😈

From Ace/Doflamingo/Law/Zoro enjoyer (i guess thats my new nickname lol)

I feel like such a broken record saying thank you over and over again, but it's true: THANK YOU (◔◡◔)

Not the attempted Doffy conversion LOL 😭I may love writing for him (He's so interesting!! And dare I say I kinda lowkey did a good job portraying him) but I'm loyal to my skeleton man, you cannot sway me 😤

40 episodes left would actually break me, I've started watching OP in october 2024 and it has completely consumed me - worst thing is that I like it like that. That's why I started using my empty lurker blog to write in the first place BYE

Don't apologise!! Feel free to add to the mess that is my inbox, we're all just yapping together. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be ╰(*°▽°*)╯

That nickname is crazy lol If you want a tag, let me know! The only emoji I've handed out so far is the cookie for cookie giver anon, everything else is up for grabs

[daisynik7]

hello darling wife<3 i’m assuming that by the time you read this it’s morning or afternoon, if that’s the case i hope you slept well and had a good fill of breakfast and fluids to start, unless you don’t eat breakfast:) i have arrived for my bi-weekly(?) delivery of love and kisses for my pretty, pretty wife 🥰

one day until friday and then we have the weekend, whether or not you have plans, i hope it’s well spent ...cuddling me, duh. and nanami.  here’s a reminder to do something extra nice for yourself today, and tomorrow, and the day after:) and of course bundle up, blankets in the dryer, and have some hot cocoa. my brain’s been kind of slow to process the change in seasons and colder weather conditions, and it’s just now starting to hit me lol. 

i hope your spirits are kept high even with the colder weather, but if not it’s okay too! <3 i’d very much appreciate it if you’d do for yourself what you wish upon others. tend to your innermost needs, spoil yourself (i will accept no counterarguments 😶), and if it doesn’t financially compromise you, just do it. with work, social life, and this hellish app:/ i hope that in the midst of everything you find yourself and your needs a priority of utmost importance 🫶🏼

my sincerest apologies if the words are not wording, this just reeks of chaos and randomness it's 5 am and my bilingual brain has been brawling with itself lately and my English is actually starting to deteriorate 🫠, i’m also sleepy (i told you your wife is a sleepy girlie, it’s literally morning lol)

anyways I’M SO LUCKY TO HAVE THE PRETTIEST, SWEETEST, WIFE with THE PRETTIEST BRAIN WITH LOTS OF GROOVES AND SQUIGGLIES (i briefly read somewhere that the more texture, the smarter??? idk 😃), i’m saying it again but im so proud of you, even if you just woke up, you’re doing well! 🥹ok bye snookums have a good day! <3 

accurate representation of me rn, need wifey and nanami cuddles asap 😤

snookums! my precious angel, my most decadent sweet! sorry this is a late reply! I've been out all day, but I'm back now, ready for your cuddles! I usually drink iced coffee as my breakfast in the morning whenever I'm working in the office, but tomorrow I wfh, so I may treat myself to a home cooked meal of some sort :)

I treated myself today! I went out with a friend for dinner and we shared chicken karaage, okonomiyaki, and takoyaki! here's pics of it to whet your appetite 😋

we also got boba and chatted in the car for hours, so it was very nice to catch up! I imagine this would be a typical date for you and I, indulging in delicious food, then some sort of dessert after. ♥️ and of course, snuggles to end the night!

make sure you bundle up too! it's been very cold where I am and I have finally broken out the hoodies and sweaters. don't forget your fuzzy socks and beanies (if you wear those)!

thank you for always reminding me to be kind to myself! I've been in a bit of a funk lately, but seeing you in my inbox is a huge help, more than you know. also, please never ever apologize because you are so eloquent and I'm always in awe after reading your lovely messages to me. 🥹 I hope you were able to get enough rest today (you were up early/you stayed up late!), but if not, I hope you can use this weekend to do so.

ahhhhh you are SO PRECIOUS. I'm the lucky one to have you! I love you so so much, thank you for always being so good to me, so sweet, so kind, so absolutely lovely in every possible way. going to fall asleep soon, dreaming of you and nanami, the two most precious loves in my life!! have an amazing weekend snookums!

also this pic is very much an accurate representation of us, don't you think? 😘

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Very random and also from a lil bit ago, on the (probably past age…? Is there a word for “something talked about X amount of time ago”? Who knows) topic of humans doing dumb stuff like bull riding and Shadow finding it stupid, found a video that, I think, very much encapsulates human stupidity resilience:

https://youtube.com/shorts/35cSs7RQBtg?si=L5LtsTfPF7C6ozM6

(Don’t worry, there isn’t anything violent or gory or anything like that. Bull riding, but with a horse I think? And a fairy costume. You’ll see)

Also it’s just really funny. Sure, Falkry may have all sorts of cool natural gifts like wings and strength and powers, but they’ll never amount to the sheer determination and lack of self preservation and ingenuity humans will have for the idea of “fun” and I think that’s great! (Hope that doesn’t somehow sound derogatory to the Falkry. They’re great :D probably don’t understand human’s use of fun-time culture very well though lol)

https://youtube.com/shorts/M07SnTRRgL8?si=Zb3eXctu24KqvNYr

Here’s another one, pretty sure it’s edited (also warning for what is essentially human bowling with the bowling ball being a bull. There’s no blood/gore or trampling of anything like that, but just in case that’s a sensitive topic), but it’s just…ran out of words, but it sure is one hell of a thing!

Just wanted to drop that by because a) randomly found its way into my brain, and like a cool pebble, I wish to share it and b) it’s really funny (to me anyways. Also again, really hope none of them are, uh, triggering (????? Not sure if that’s the right word). Apologies in advance if it was)

ANYWAYS hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and are taking care of yourself and staying hydrated and all that jazz :]

-idk

ps might’ve sent an ask before, think it was about worldbuilding with specifically ocean stuff. Absolutely no pressure to answer, just a lil nudge in case either it got eaten in the inbox or accidentally forgot. Really hope it’s not being pushy or anything like that, just checking, gahhh overthinking why—

AHHHH THIS IS SO FUNNY!!

I actually have some videos to show you too, of the most OUTRAGEOUS things humans do for "sport" that Shadow finds ridiculous.

This one is a dangerous race that takes place where people run down a huge steep slope chasing a roll of cheese (yes, that's right, a literal roll of cheese), and whoever gets to the bottom and reaches the cheese first wins. There are often a lot of serious injuries like broken bones that occur.

And here is a game where you have to literally JUMP over a charging bull, and there's bonus points if you can do a flip too.

This one is even wilder. Reindeer racing, where you are wearing skis and being pulled by a reindeer that can run at speeds of 50mph.

Humans are CRAZY!! Like, who finds this stuff FUN?? So many people end up in the hospital because of sports like these.

As Shadow would say, "we have officially reached peak bonkers."

[ray935sworld]

🐢 Oh dear, you're back, I was getting so impatient (not because you should hurry or stress yourself, you name it. But yk. I was excited for your reply). I've clicked through the links and literally already knew all of the deaged fics but the angry teen one, but I will catch up on that!! And they were all so amazing and I've loved them so much while reading. I don't remember which fic it was in particular but I've also started following you because of one of the fics you wrote and I wanted to read more of yours (again, i feel like I've said that in an entirely anon ask as well, there were quite a few asks for your inbox already prior to my turtle era lol)

AND the deaged dani fluff, please i am begging you on your kitchen floor while still holding your hand, do write loads and loads of fluff for them, I am breathing that like oxygen. The broken glass scene holds so much potential, I love it, because it's so simple yet so revealing about someone's personality, the way they react, especially if it's a child involved.

Hope you are better now and get even better with every minute!!! Lots of love to you and a hug because you mentioned that you need that for total reassurance after a fight and maybe being anxious is similar to that, so have a full body hug with forehead kisses for as long as you need it!!! ❤️

Also, may I sprinkle another idea/question about Pedrenzo? Okay jokes on me, I don't care, I will any way. Do they kiss each other good morning? Do they greet each other with a kiss after one comes back home? What is it like, a little peck on the lips or with tongue or close to a makeout session or dependant on the situation? Probably the latter but I wanted to offer some options hehe

Hello my dear. I once again took forever, didn't I? I'm so sorry. It was a long day and when I got home and finally had internet again I had a short nap that accidentally lasted 3 hours. Ups.

Oh you NEED to read angry teen. Hehe, it's Pedrenzo. (Jorge being an angry 17 year old in today's paddock confronted with the fact taht he is married to Dani. Now that I think about it it's kind of like the amnesia fic just without the possibility of regaining memories.) It got pretty long (10k) but it was one of my favorites to write.

Oh there's gonna be so much fluff you won't believe it! (I think) Mostly because of Dani. Adorable little baby Dani. He's such a cute. Im writing him as a calm but very clingy kid (and maybe a little bit too trusting). Idk if that's accurate but for me it seems the most in character. Baby Dani is currently touching Jorge's face and giggling btw.

OH AND I remembered the post Dani being an adult again with Marc I mentioned earlier. It's crack tbh BUT Marc took a video of baby Dani saying "Fuck" and Jorge laughing and saying something like "Fucking hell, he's a fast learner" And Dani turns to Jorge (who definitely forgot that you're not supposed to teach kids bad words) and is like "If you teach our children to say fuck or any other curse word, I'm showing them all the embarrassing videos of everything cringy you ever did." And Jorge just nods but is SUPER happy because Dani said OUR children.

And the kiss question - OOOHHHHAAAAAAAH SO MUCH YAPPING POTENTIAL! Okay for the morning - they don't believe in morning breath. I don't care if that's actually a real turn off, I don't have a sense of smell anyway so I'm making them ignore that. They have very long, slow kisses in the morning that sometimes turn heated and end in a make out/ sex session but it's mostly just long, slow kisses, both grinning happily, still laying in bed, in each other's arm and just enjoying the moment. And when one returns - I'm thinking about a short kiss, but they are definitely the type to get to the door when the other comes home to open it and greet him at the door or look the one that comes home immediately goes looking for the other to greet him with a kiss. But it really depends on tje situation.

And NO ONE can change my mind that they don't go full on tongue/ make out session after a good race. Especially if they are both at the podium. One always drags the other in a storage room or a dark alley just to make out before the press conference, suit still on, still very sweaty and smelling like champagne. You know bike fuckers? They are rider fuckers. I don't why/ when but in my head Pedrenzo is the worst when it comes to being turned on from seeing the other ride a bike (It's worst for Jorge btw). I think it's because they've watched each other ride for so long and I think it's kinda cute that they used to hate that the other rode that good (early rivalry) to thinking it's extremely hot. Those are my thoughts on this. What do you think? Agreed? Not agreed? What wound you change/ add?

Thank you for the full body hug with forhead kisses. Returning it very much and giving them right back at you ❤️❤️❤️

EDIT: This is what Dani will have to deal with when Jorge and he adopt a kid (he has a heart attack the first time, then decided it's adorable)

[rappaccini]

Hiii, I just read your Gwen tierlist a while ago and was wondering if youre going to do one for Miles?

this asks's been sitting in my inbox for like. weeks. so sorry about that! i've just been thinking.

so this one won't be half as off the wall as gwen's bc i may really like miles as a character, but i haven't memorized his comics and i don't plan to. so i'm probably gonna miss a few and there won't be a 'never canonize this but let's discuss it in fanon' section bc i'm just not that invested in him. (meaning these are all gonna be straight ships bc i see and salute the mlm miles believers but i'm not losing at chess to that dog.)

so. dated, flirted with, or had a bit of a vibe with.

so. in this essay, i will...

... build off the same self-imposed guideline i used for gwen, from here, with a few additions.

miles needs:

a love interest who isn’t a version of one of peter parker’s. he'll never beat the diet peter parker allegations if he's slurping up his leftovers.

… someone his age. this should be obvious and yet gwiles exists.

someone whose sexuality he wouldn't be repressing. miles keeps being shipteased with girls who are queer or queer-coded. idk if his gaydar is broken or he's the kind of straight boy who doesn't get that queerness is an identity instead of an aesthetic but we need to cut this out. it's fucking strange how often this happens.

a superpowered girlfriend. he's a social hero who wants his girlfriend to join him on his adventures. civilian love interests just don't work in the long run.

someone who has an mj-level of presence: if miles leaves the room, she needs to seem like she'd still have her own life with her own conflicts… but she can’t be more interesting when he isn’t around. if she has better shit to do and miles is stopping her from doing it so they can kiss, she should dump him.

someone who relates to miles's struggles. i'm not just talking about marginalization-- though that is part of it. she also needs to understand how it feels to deal with loss, inherit a legacy, be caught between two worlds, take on a lot of responsibility... ideally, they should help each other with those struggles, not distract each other from them or encourage one another to be worse.

a black girlfriend. miles’s story hinges on him growing into a hero who represents and empowers his community. its in the dna of his character for him to consistently need validation from his supporting cast, and constantly feel tempted to pull away from them and seek white approval. the best way for his romantic arc to reflect his overall arc is if he ends up with a black girl. the worst way for that to go is if he ends up with a white girl.

so. to get into it....

get away from her: the tier for gwen specifically because it's that bad.

gwen stacy / ghost-spider (65, but tbh all of them). miles is infatuated with gwen because he sees her as a quick and easy way to get the status he thinks he needs. she only sort of tolerates him when she feels like she needs to hide behind a straight boy. they bring out the worst in each other and he destroys her narrative. it's not even mutually terrible, he's always been worse and he's always the one pushing for it to the point where even them being friends doesn't feel believable because his where's-my-hug vibes are insufferable. awful on a personal level, awful on a meta level. awful.

skip it.: it's happened or been hinted at before. let's not do it again.

anya corazon / arana (616; referring to 17628): they tried it once in msm '17 and it absolutely felt like they only went to the dance together out of a need to not go stag. she's too old for him. she's too gay for him. don't ever do it again.

katie bishop (1610): the bare minimum should be 'don't give miles a girlfriend whose parents are hydra agents' and yet. thanks to miles moving worlds and kate bishop being monumentally more popular we're never doing this again and thank god. but can we not do kate bishop either.

riri williams / ironheart (616): they at least have a solid teammate bond and shared nerdy sensibilities but she's got better shit to do and she's too gay for this. even the teases here and there were too weird. just keep it platonic.

felicia hardy / gata negra (2395, but tbh all of them): it's interesting in that one specific universe... but it's still felicia! it's still black cat! miles getting with any of peter's love interests, even a world where peter doesn't exist, is never not gonna be weird to me. he's not beating those allegations! let's not revisit this.

could date. but like, do we need it?: if it happens it wouldn't harm anything, but it doesn't add anything either.

ellie camacho (616): maybe its just the people i'm talking to but i keep hearing them say she and miles are flirting and i truly Do Not See It. deadpool's daughter shares the experience of carrying a legacy with miles, but they just don't fit, as a couple, in each other's stories. just... nah. pass.

phin mason / the tinkerer (1048): great character. great dynamic with miles in the insomniac games. the one thing that has her all the way down in this tier is that her actress can't play attracted-to-men to save her life, so phin radiates lesbian vibes. he's into her. she definitely doesn't reciprocate. i'd love to see her show up in more of miles's canon, but can we keep it one-sided?

brielle brooks (616): blade's daughter has a few common struggles with miles that could be the beginning of an interesting dynamic, and i do see a little chemistry there... but she's so deep into the horror/vampire corner of the universe that showing up in a spider-man book feels off and she has better things to do than kiss miles. including her first girlfriend.

barbara rodriguez (1610): she's not a bad character. she's just not a very compelling one either. barbara's just... Fine. her romance with miles is Fine. i don't miss her when she isn't around and her role could be filled by someone else better.

should date, should break up: the romance does something positive for his character that deserves more credit... but in the long run, they shouldn't end up together.

hailey cooper (1048): best Powerless Visions Girlfriend yet. hailey has a memorable presence and a cute romance with miles, and the people rooting for her to be replaced with gwen should fall in a pit. however... hailey feels like a very good First Girlfriend. good for his high school arc! but in the long run, we can do better. it's the lack of powers: she feels a little too similar to mj as the girlfriend who keeps his identity secret and sits on the sidelines during the fight.

kamala khan / ms marvel (616): the pr ship that actually works. they're a great team who understand each others' anxieties about living up to a hero they admire, and they have fun together, but they're clearly on different paths. it works best as what it is: a crush/casual romance that fades back into friendship.

lana baumgartner / bombshell (1610-> 616): lana is great. awesome design and powers. fun personality. interesting personal conflict with her family that feels like it sets the stage for tiana later on (and is a better version of whatever was attempted with gwen and katie). i WISH she and miles got to formally be a couple but that time has passed, and her friendships with him and tiana are more than enough.

... go on: they haven't canonically dated him yet but i'd be into it. and if it's not tiana, i'd be content with them.

margo kess / spider-byte (21798): the spider-romance he deserved tbh. they had more of a connection in five seconds than he had with gwen in two movies. on top of the spider-person connection, there's instant chemistry and solidarity, and margo is seeking the happy family dynamic miles has. unironically want to see them end up together in the sv movies, and i'd be into a romance in the comics.

raneem rashad / rabble (616): do i love that rabble is a female antagonist who has no romantic/sexual tension or conflict with miles whatsoever? yes. if they ended up making out while they're trying to kill each other would i be into it? yes. could he fix her? could she make him worse? can we find out?

mj material: the one he should end up with.

tiana toomes / starling (616). you knew she was gonna be on top. she's it. she's the best love interest he's ever had and she deserves to take the definitive status. she has a great effect on miles in and out of costume. her backstory as the vulture's granddaughter means she intimately understands his conflict as a black character inheriting a white character's legacy and they can redefine theirs to be something better. there's nothing left to do but put her in movies to make sure she sticks.

[willtheweirdrat]

(can u not post this ask but still answer it?)

hi i hope you r doing well I hope it’s ok to ask but i don’t know what support need/level I fit into could u help give any advice/insight?. I feel like my sensory issue are severe and interfere w my ability to wear most clothes and just daily life stuff, I feel very overwhelmed and broken by change, struggle so much with driving that it’s dangerous, can struggle to process things and do it slowly, I am verbal but have loss episodes and in general barely talk bc social/communication issues, very difficult to maintain and make relationships, I don’t know if I mask or not bc I feel like even if I were to try to I still seem autistic and mess it up despite some people telling they think I’m high functioning(but then turn around and tell me I’m r slur bc of my autism behaviors), I struggle with hygiene and eating drinking bc I don’t feel the cues or bc of executive dysfunction or sensory issues, I have motor/pain/muscular issues and do occupational therapy but they may be from things not from autism so idk if to count it but it does cause me to not be able to do certain things myself like wash/do my hair and I struggle to shower, I can go in public but I do it with people bc the surroundings seem overwhelming, I do not have a job currently and I know it would be so hard on me but I am going to college and eventually will be forced to get one, struggle to use utensils to eat and struggle with tasks/instructions when not done right in front of me 1on1 like a million times, I have a lot of stims and a lot of harmful to myself ones, I can’t handle money/taxes/bills, it’s hard for me to prepare meals, do laundry, and manage chores, and manage medications, extreme issue with organization, learning disabled, get overwhelmed/meltdown/shutdown very easily, I’m not sure what else to add to take into consideration or how to tell which this fits as .. like I guess I’m not low support bc I do need help with BADLS as I mentioned but I I don’t know if it’s wrong of me to say I’m high support or low support .. and have no idea with “levels” I was dx with a level but feel like it’s incorrect

This has been sitting in my inbox for months now, I thought it was a good time to answer since you told me not to post this ask (I can't do it cause you're anonymous). I believe you are about mid-high support needs (don't take my word for it, I'm not an expert!) It also depends highly on your ability to live independently. You can take a look at this too: https://www.verywellhealth.com/what-are-the-three-levels-of-autism-260233

[zenthymiya]

Hello, I have requested this of prinzessin-chr previously, and they did a very good job on it but I am curious as to what your take on it would be. Imagine how some of the characters would react to learning that their S/O is living in a crumbling ruin of a house. If you are not open to requests, I am curious as to what your take on the matter would be. I will include some of mine.

I mean the walls are coated in mold with fungus growing a corner, the ceiling is partly caved in, the windows and doors are broken and the bed is just a mattress on the ground.

I used to live in a house that was pretty bad with its own issues, water heater leaked through walls, had live wires with no caps on next to insulation in the attic connected to a switch that could turn them on, windows leaked, a couple rats, had to turn off water in shed outside and a couple other issues. None of these issues were as bad as what I am requesting the readers living conditions be but I understand what it is like to live in a mess of a house and yet not want to leave due to personal feelings.

I imagine that some would be stunned into a stupor only to snap out of it and be like 'hell no you are not staying here,' and proceed to tell them that sentiment or not they are coming with them. I picture Ayaka, Kokomi, Ayato, Kequing, Scaramouche, Zhongli, Ei and maybe Diluc.

Some would probably think that it was a joke until the S/O unlocked the door, or what was left of it, and went to enter only to turn and ask why they weren't following them. I imagine these are the ones like Childe, Itto, Kujou Sara, Kaeya, Yae, Rosaria and maybe Eula.

Some of them would be of the opinion that it is safer in the wilderness or in their more primitive home than in this ruin. Amber, Shenhe, Beidou, and Xiao spring to mind.

I hope you like the idea, like I said prinzessin-chr did a pretty good job with it for the three characters I requested. I apologize if requests are not open or you are not interested in this idea.

Notes: Requests and things you want to say are always welcome in my inbox, thank you so much for taking the time to talk to me <3

I’m not at all good at doing dialogue, so I’m sorry for that, but I do like the prompt. I am so sorry if this happens to be insensitive in any way, I have no prior experience close to it so it may not be all that accurate. I added two more characters if you don’t mind, I just thought they would be cool to do and I had already started writing them. Also I am so sorry for how long this took, I am just a very slow writer and had so many exams these past few months, but that doesn’t excuse it I’m so sorry </3

One more topic, so sorry for disappearing for like 2 months. Exams and school just kind of bonked me on the head.

Characters: Beidou, Zhongli, Ei, Ningguang, Keqing, Jean, La Signora

Cw: GN! Reader, Zhongli having a whole speech in his that doesn’t even make sense, Kidnapping?? Kind of, I think I had a bit too much fun on Ei’s, Suggestive Content in Ningguang’, Idk why but Jean sounds hot when sleep deprived, Signora’s real name spoilers? Is it spoilers?, Sorry for kind of terrible writing of dialogue, I still need to practice it, Slightly doesn’t make sense and I’m sorry for that

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ Beidou

Thinks it is just a huge prank you are playing on her at first, really does try to laugh it off until she realizes that it isn’t a joke

Is honestly stumped on how to deal with your stubbornness. She can’t just force you- as much as she wants to at times- she’s not like that.

Instead, Beidou’s method of getting you out of your house is copious amounts of affection. Essentially trying to coax you out bit by bit, to convince you that sometimes you just need to let go of old places and make new memories in newer places. Every time she comes to visit you she takes you out on a lot of dates in many different places. It’s almost like every other hour that she drags to a new place like a restaurant, shopping, going on a hike, anything you can think of that involves you two going out.

While Beidou may seem a bit insensitive, she does understand how you would want to keep memories close by like those made with friends and family, but she also treasures new things just as much. And she wants to teach you the value of seeing new places to make new memories with new people.

Her way of convincing is to try to just keep you out of your place so she can show you new places, to convince you that it is okay to let go for your own sake. It’s also for her sake as well, she gets so anxious when she’s gone for weeks or several months at a time, fearing that she’ll just one day stumble upon your dead body caused by some freak accident that could’ve been prevented.

One day, when she’s been especially spoiling you in taking you on dates, she will ask you to join her at sea. Just one trip if you feel comfortable. Wether you will sway to the ocean or remain is up to you.

“Come oooonn just once? Please?”

Sighing, you looked behind you at the pirate captain trailing behind you, tugging at you like a puppy.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I am not willing to live on the literal ocean with you.”

Looking up you could see your girlfriend attempt to pout angrily at you, flailing her arms around you. “I told you I wasn’t going to force you to come live with me, I just wanted to go on this trip with you. It’s to Inazuma too! You and I both have never been there, just one trip!”

Tuning out the rest of the whining you searched for any type of lie in her eyes or voice, reluctantly you relented to the thought that Beidou actually just wanted one trip with her. Perhaps you should go, it wouldn’t hurt to get out of your hometown for a bit right?

You supposed you should go as thank you, especially when she’s been so.. nice these last couple of weeks. Buying you all types of food, bringing you plenty of souvenirs from her latest travel, and in general just being more affectionate (More than she already is).

“Hey!! Are you even listening? It’s just one tiny trip- We can even go on dates-“

Groaning, you closed your eyes and hid your head in your hands- away from her gaze- so you wouldn’t have to see that sparkle of triumph in her eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. But only for this one trip, alright?”

It didn’t do much as you still heard her whoops of joy.

“Great!! I’ll see you tomorrow at docks at noon okay? I promise you, you won’t regret this trip one bit!”

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ Zhongli

Truly does understand the value of a precious memory. He knows how impactful a memory is, especially one that has been throughout your entire childhood. Yet understand that he wants the best for you, no matter how much it means to you.

He offers advice about how the best memories are treasured when you can simply treasure them in your mind. Through persuasion and safety concerns, he managed to get through to your head about it.

With your hand in his, he escorts you to your house one last time, rubbing circles on your hand as he instructs to you bid a farewell to that house. He comforts you when you try to look back, and tells you to bring something of value, a living memory of your home, so it will always be there with you, providing a warm shelter for you.

He knows the priceless price of a memory, so have a fulfilling farewell before you walk away to a cove of new ones hand in hand with your partner

“Love, I know all too well about the true meaning of a memory, but please even this is too much.”

Frowning, you shake your head at him. “I’ve been raised in this home, this home has sheltered me throughout almost everything in my life Li, how am I supposed to just.. say goodbye? Aren’t you an Archon? Figures you don’t know how precious these things are.” Pulling away your head away from his piercing gaze, you start to turn around to walk away from him.

Only for a sudden hand on your wrist stops you, however, and you hastily whip your head back to your lover.

“[Name] please, I know you don’t mean that. I have experienced countless moments of happiness just as you have. All over Liyue in fact. These moments.. sometimes have no reminiscence left in them. A dear memory, a location, or just something as simple as wine is all I have left of these moments. I know you spent your years growing up and being protected by this house, but this house now poses a danger to you — a danger to my most precious memory so far. I assure you memories are one of the most valued and powerful things to come about, but memories can be honored using so many different methods. A nice charm of a piece of your home can be used to signify its protection over you, a food that you enjoyed thoroughly will remind you of home perhaps, and.. you. Your existence was raised by that home, you are going to be a living reminder of that home, you are your own memory. There is no need to hang onto a home that can’t support new precious memories waiting to be discovered. Please consider my words, I want you to be one of my most long living memories, so please, be safe and think about my words. I’m not asking you to live with me, I simply wish you to just let go of this memory before it rots, and discover new treasure in new memories.”

Silence. You didn’t look up at his gaze, you didn’t push him away, you didn’t yell, you simply stood still, hand still in his. He started growing concerned when the only noise that met him was chirping of crickets from around both of you. And then you opened your mouth.

“Li..”

“.. Yes dear?”

“I love you, but a simple sentence would’ve done the job you know.”

“Well, my point was made clear wasn’t-“

You cut him off with a sudden hug, burying your head into his chest.

“I’m sorry.” You can’t bear to look up from his chest, a muffled apology leaving your lips as he looks down at you in surprise. His expression then morphing into something softer as you feel a hand thread through your hair gently, “Don’t worry dear, I understand.”

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ Ei

Is confusion. Why do you so adamantly endanger yourself in this eroding home — if it could even be called that. Do you really not know the danger of erosion?

Ei doesn’t want to see you hurt, especially by the home that provided you shelter for so many years. But her patience is thinning, sentimentality means absolutely nothing when you danger yourself.

You and her actually get into a whole argument about it and when you try to leave she doesn’t let you. She’s an Archon, she will make you come with with her no matter what. Any escape plans will be futile as Ei stations guards everywhere, as if there weren’t already enough

To make matters even more drastic, she is constantly observing you. Ei, the Electro Archon, the Divine Ruler of Inazuma, can and will throw you over her shoulder to carry you away from your home if you still persist to be stubborn.

She’s not good the best with words or understanding mortals, but she does understand wanting to remember things that are worth keeping. So while she can be very irrational about persuading you to just come with her; she will personally oversee the creation of something of your choice to keep the the memories of your home.

It’s not that she doesn’t mean well, she really just wants you to be safe. Even if she is very drastic. Yet understand that erosion contradicts her very beliefs. Like hell she’ll lose you to a rotting building. Ei has faced so many losses in her life, and she is not prepared suffer another one.

“Ei! I swear to the Archons if you don’t put me down-!”

“An Archon is right here-“

“Not the point Ei.” Stopping your struggle on Ei’s shoulder just for a bit, you still continue to try and wiggle out of her arms to no avail. “I don’t even know why you’re making such a big deal out of this anyways. I’m perfectly safe you know!”

“That ‘home’ of yours is past erosion. I will not let something so crucial to my eternity be lost to erosion. There also poses the threats outside of that ruin.”

“Well- you- you could’ve just asked at least!”

“I did.” Shaking her head while she responded. “You refused, and I worry for your safety, so I have to resort to drastic measures.”

Sighing, you slowly accepted your fate to be literally thrown over your girlfriend’s shoulder. You made yourself entertained as you watched the moving terrain pass you both steadily.

“Ei.”

Stopping, she cocked her head at you, looking back at you with a questioning look.

“Could you at least give me a chance to say goodbye? Or maybe just preserve something that reminds of that home? I-I’ve been with it for so long Ei.. I just really appreciate it for its shelter and I feel as if I need to honor that.”

Stillness and silence came from your girlfriend. “As long as you choose something memorable.” She spoke slowly and softly — a contrast to earlier. It was as if she sympathized or even empathized your unwillingness to leave.

“If the thing you choose is truly the thing that represents your home, then I shall preserve it throughout the waves of time for you.”

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ Ningguang

Oh she is so frustrated with you. She has a list of every single individual pros that come with living with her — which she proudly presented mind you, and yet you still refused.

She’s not very understanding as she’s never really had a very good connection with any previous homes of hers. She’s just trying to spoil you and keep you safe, even if she is a bit insensitive about the whole thing.

But she will definitely preserve something for you. Or just even keep several items or refurbish them to display them in your new shared home. Even if she doesn’t really understand the value of the item, she’ll do it for you.

In her mind, you deserve so much more than that home can provide. If this makes you happy and you will let her spoil you after, then she will do it.

She’ll actually come with you into your home and help you pick out some special items that are safe to bring with you. Just be grateful please; she’s internally cringing because of all the filth she is looking at and touching.

“You know you didn’t actually come all the way here to help me pick out items.”

“No- I… insist.” You giggle a bit as Ningguang flinches from the amount of grime and mold that coats the entire building.

“I know how high class you are, so I’m sorry about the mess. I already have a couple of things in mind though.”

“Don’t mention it…” She trails off that last word, making you turn back to look at her.

“Is something the matter Ning?”

“No.. nothing. Just a bit feeling a bit queasy is it.” A perfectly strained smile accompanied those sugar toned words.

Nervously chuckling, you sighed after at your girlfriend’s terrible attempt hiding her disgust. You did have to thank her though, as she is offering up her time to scour the home with you.

You know how hard it is to get free time as the Tianquan, and she even personally decided to escort you. Leaning up toward her face you pulled her down a bit to peck her gently on the mouth.

“Tell you what Ning, I’ll repay you back when we get back to the chamber okay?”

Her lips turned up slightly at that, and her nails came to grip your chin upwards towards her gaze, “Oh? And what is the offer of your repayment? Your company is wonderful, but perhaps this ordeal is worth a little more than that is it?”

With those words she dragged her nails from your chin carefully down your neck, continuing to drag them down on your chest..

“OKay!- Ning!” You gasped, pushing her away with a flustered expression. “That’s enough-!”

Your words were interrupted by smug sniggering coming from above you. Groaning you turned away and started walking deeper into the house.

“ I just love spoiling you [name]. Why don’t you let me do it here? It is a possible form of repayment for being here with you.”

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ Keqing

Very direct in her actions showing that she hates you living in this place. While she is experienced and willing to fend for herself in the wild, she is not letting you live that life. Not even close.

The moment you become her partner she had already made a vow to keep you safe and provide you with best life she can as the Yuheng. While she does not like to admit it, she is growing in readily irritated and frustrated with you. And it shows.

It is a long and brutal battle of stubbornness. Her not having a proper rest until all that is needed is done, and one of her top to-do’s is to keep you safe. And you, who is very stuck as you are forced to choose between your girlfriend’s sleep schedule and your previous home.

If she absolutely cannot get you to budge, she will barely let it go. She’s scoffing every time she walks you home, taking you shopping almost every other day as a way to spoil you and keep you out of your house as well.

“I still do not understand your persistence.”

Frowning you turn your head to see your girlfriend; arms crossed with a nasty scowl to top it off.

You didn’t get a chance to respond as your next words are interrupted with more harsh arguments from her.

“That home is dragging you down, like with Gods and mortals. You refuse to let go of that silly little belief and you are paying the price for it.”

“It still shelters me. And I am attached to it. What is the so called price?” You bit back.

“Your safety. Your inability to reach new heights because you cling onto this one. And simply the little convenience. Must I name more?” Keqing huffed quickly.

She struts towards you exclaiming, “If you would just let me-.”

“Save it.” You quickly interrupt her as she reaches your form, looking at your eyes in frustration with underlying worry. Sighing, “Please just let it go Keqing-, I,” running a head through your hair as you break eye contact from her.

“You what exactly? I’m not letting you endanger yourself!-“

“I told you I’m not endangering myself!” You yelled quickly. Your short little outburst shocking Keqing evident by her eyes going wide. When she opened her mouth to speak you interrupted her. “In fact you endanger yourself! Refusing to sleep or even eat!- Because what?!Even going camping out in the woods with nothing, absolutely nothing! For what? ‘survival training’!- You have no right to be judging me when you pull these stupid stunts!”

“I-, please [name] don’t-“

“No!” Pointing an accusing finger at her, “Why can’t I say anything on your habits?”

Panting, you put your hand down back to your side as you look away from the uncomfortable tension now between you two. You didn’t acknowledge the clacking footsteps sounding closer and closer until two hands grabbed yours; forcing you to look at Keqing who was now right in front of you, face to face.

You gulped at the sudden closeness, the proximity and tension making you anxious. It felt like hours before Keqing decided to speak up, “I- [name]. I just- I’m sorry.” Closing your eyes you leaned yourself sideways into her shoulder, burying yourself in there.

A hand came up and patted your head even further into her neck. “I just.. I worry for you. I’ve never felt such enlightenment when I’m with you. It makes me want to… Spoil you. To protect you, to always have you near me. To always know that you are safe. Precious memories like yours.. Have never exactly existed for me. I suppose I’m being as protective over you like with you and that house.. But I’m still not letting you live there. There’s a limit to how much faith you can put into something before it-“

“Let’s you down.” Sighing into your girlfriend’s neck, “You’ve told me this so many times..” You felt her hold you closer; tighter and protective.

“Keqing..”, she turns her head towards your voice, “I’m giving you one chance. Show me what you shall benefit me in if I let go. I promise you can have my presence in your possession always if you succeed. But. You have to take care of yourself too. I’m putting my faith in you. Prove to me that you won’t let me down.”

“Y-you’re not being serious.. Are you?” You nodded still buried in Keqing’s shoulder.

You felt a deep breath of relief rush through Keqing.

“I promise [name]. I will not let you down.”

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ Jean

Extremely worried for your sake; she’s going to keep insisting that it isn’t safe for you at all and that you should just come with her. Where it’s safe, warm, and filled with everything you could ever need or want.

She doesn’t want to force you if you are that unhappy or persistent, but you have to understand that she’s just so stressed for you. It’s honestly either she ends up dragging you with her or you reluctantly go because she’s just not taking care of herself anymore because she doesn’t know if you are safe yet.

Literally almost physically cannot go a single conversation without mentioning it for your safety. When she first saw it she was stunned; stupefied and immediately asked if you were okay and if you wanted a place with her.

When you explain your connection with the house, she understands somewhat. That doesn’t make it better for her though, she’s basically worrying about you every moment she thinks of you during the day. Sometimes she even randomly checks up on you.

Don’t mind her too much, it’s just that she’s already so stressed with Mondstadt and she doesn’t want to cost either factor for each other. She refuses to choose between Mondstadt and you because both of the choices are just so prioritized by her.

“Jean! When was the last time you ate- or even slept for that matter?”

Tired, distracted eyes looked up to see you leaning over the Acting Grandmaster’s desk, waving a hand in front of her face. “Hmm? Oh! [Name] I didn’t realize you visited today,” ignoring your protesting cries about her health in favor of glancing at a clock.

“I appreciate your visits, but it seems to be quite late.” Quickly interrupting your offended complaints with a groggy voice that just resonated with you - how can a sleep deprived, groggy workaholic sound so hot anyways…

“Would you like me to escort you back home? Or if that happens to be too far I can happily lend you my place for the evening.”

Crossing your arms and lightly glaring at her, “I can walk by myself you know.” You whined — with a cute little pout on your lips, to her. “Besides I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Of course you can.” she responds softly, “but you know dangerous the city can get, especially at night.”

She smiles reassuringly at you, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind at all, please I do I insist on escorting you back, besides it is a welcome distraction from work.”

No matter how sweet and lovely her smile is, you can’t shake the feeling of.. hesitation? No more like.. reluctance coming from her. You knew that she subtly disapproved of your home, but she never outrightly persisted on convincing you.

Maybe.. just this once you should let Jean rest without worries for you. What kind of partner would you be after all if you didn’t?

“Well there’s no time to waste,” she stands up quickly from her desk, swiping her sword along the way, “Well? Shall we?”

Shaking your head while she looks questioningly at you, “I- I decided I want to spend the night with you,” fidgeting with your fingers a bit with worry, “If it’s no problem of course-.”

“No! It’s absolutely no problem at all.” Somehow Jean is by your side in seconds, she looks considerably less worried, and much less tired even.

She pulls your hand along tugging you with her, shes not the best at hiding her glee you notice; the grin on her face says everything after all.

“Let’s hurry along now love, my place is not that far from here, and I’ll guarantee that I’ll do my best to accommodate you.”

※ ゜* ･ ﾟ⋆ ❆ La Signora/Rosalyne

She scoffs, stone faced telling you that it is, “Very funny.” Won’t actually pick up on it until a couple more times after because she thinks you’re just being a prankster

Literally asks you if you are keeping yourself humble for dating such a wonderful person such as her. When she realizes it’s not that reason then she will be carrying you all the way to Snezhnaya, no questions asked.

Sentimental value or not she’s taking you with her. She doesn’t understand why are being so stubborn, if she can leave Mondstadt as her first home then you can too.

She’s going to pamper you from then on, getting you like 10 different personal servants catered to each need you might have. She will going to look after you wether you like it or not. But she knows how painful it is leaving a place that you have so many memories with, so she orders a small piece of your preferred jewelry of your home for you.

Don’t confront her on how soft she was being though, she’ll deny every single piece of evidence about being love struck for you.

“Here.”

You stared, confused at the little locket Rosalyne had placed in your palm so suddenly.

“It’s a pendent containing a high quality picture of your old home,” she huffed, arms crossed with her head turned away from your curious eyes,”don’t think too much about it. I just think it might help you get over your homesickness.”

It definitely did help me, Rosalyne thought as she subtly fidgeted with the old pendent still clipped on her robes after all this time.

“Thank you Rosalyne,” a stupid lovely smile spreading across your face as you inspected the pendent. “I really appreciate you doing this for me.” You giggled out breathlessly.

Archons damnit, you looked so fucking adorable holding the gift close to your heart while you eyes glistened slightly-

Clearing her throat, “Do not mention it, I just supposed it would help you stop complaining about missing that place.”

How embarrassing. Was she really becoming the head over heels maiden she once was all that time ago?

Taking a peak at your still grinning, flustered face with those oh so kissable lips with adorable little cheeks that she could just squish all day-

Yes.

Yes she was falling in love with you just like she had done with another so many years ago.

[karura]

May! How are you? Sapphic questions: 1, 3 , 6, 8, 10, 13, 20, 26, 30, and 31. It's so many, but they're fun questions, sorry!! ;; ✨💕💕

hi jennifer!! its nice seeing you on my dash and also my inbox hehee~

im doing alright how about uuu? thanks for the ask btw 🥰 it made me happy

1. blue sapphic or pink sapphic? r: thats so hard omg ajkgsh i think pink?? ish?? purple bc its both idk ahkgajshga

3. coke sapphic or pepsi sapphic? r: COKE!!

6. windos down sapphic or ac on sapphic? r: oh windows down!! (but if its too hot id say ac bc i hate summer omg 😭

8. lots of games sapphic vs lots of social media sapphic? r: well, i do have an app/social media for games, i like using stuff to mark what i read/watched/played sfshkdh games!! i have so many games to play tbh i need to catch up

10. swimming pool sapphic or beach sapphic? r: SWIMMING POOL HANDS DOWN i hate the beach ajghasjkgh

13. nose ring sapphic or nose stud sapphic? r: oh fun fact!! i had a nose ring before i get my septum pierced, but the rings always get broken so i changed!! (but before getting the ring u have to use a nose stud) think i never shared this on tumblr, so nice 👀

20. incense sapphic or candle sapphic? r: i think neither tbh, but if i had to choose, incense!!

26. scary movie sapphic or romcom sapphic? r: SCARY MOVIES i love them so much!!

30. coffee sapphic or tea sapphic? r: tea!! bc coffee hurts my stomach jkaghksh iced tea its perfect

31. late night sapphic or early morning sapphic? r: god i hate to function in the morning, and also late night its so aesthetically pleasant

thanks again for sending these! i had fun 💙

sapphic ask game!

[veliseraptor]

Hi, Lise......I can't help but want to ask (if you don't mind), what are your favorite (that you personally like) books or movies/ tv series that contains lesbias and gays? Thanks if you want to answer.....

wow I completely forgot this ask was sitting in my inbox and has been for a long while. and uhhhh the thing is here that I actually...feel like I don't have a separate category in my head, so much, for "media that has queer people in it" and "media that doesn't"? which like. feels weird to say, but when I get questions like this, or requests for recommendations, I always...struggle to parse these things out. and also to parse out, for instance, "books that read as having queer elements" from "books with explicitly queer characters."

but I guess if I'm gonna try...most of these are going to be books, with a few exceptions.

BOOKS

Doctrine of Labyrinths is a four book series that comes stamped with a whole list of content warnings (rape and child abuse chief among them, probably) but is also one of my favorite series of all time, so, you know.

The Masquerade series by Seth Dickinson also comes with a big "IT'S SAD. IT'S SAD AND DARK" warning, along with content warnings for serious societal homophobia, but is another one of my favorite series of all time. it's not that I hate happy queer stories or anything, I just tend to like stories that aren't happy

The Locked Tomb Trilogy by Tasmyn Muir which you've probably heard about by now, but honestly I think the common tagline of "lesbian necromancers in space" really doesn't...cover it? It's funny, it's weird, it's unique in terms of setting, story, and magic system, it's doing some very interesting things and I can't wait to find out where Muir is going with it. it's very much stylistically not something that's going to work for everyone, but I would recommend giving it a go and finding out if it works for you.

I loved the series by Lara Elena Donnelly that starts with Amberlough, but that one's definitely Rise of a Fascist State and therefore might not be everyone's cuppa right at the moment.

Oh, Imperial Radch by Ann Leckie is very queer, not in terms of, like, "these characters are explicitly gay" but more in terms of what she's doing with gender. I don't know that I'd say it's a central part of the book but it's an important enough piece of the worldbuilding at least that I'd put it here. I don't actually remember, textually, but Machineries of Empire also feels very queer to me in a similar sort of way. A queer theory sort of way, maybe? idk.

this one's a sort of...not for me exactly but it was cool rec, but The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon was very classic fantasy in a lot of ways, but gay, and with some fresh twists on old tropes.

COMICS

The Wicked and the Divine by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie. look, it's just really good and not just for the queer. I need to do a reread from the top.

TV

I am really enjoying Motherland: Fort Salem actually, which I feel like people either aren't aware of or watch the first couple episodes and get turned off, but. one of the three main characters is lesbian, and sticks her hand down another girl's pants in like. the second episode? maybe even the first one, I don't remember.

Person of Interest doesn't introduce its gay until later in the series, but if you're anything like me as far as what you want in relationship dynamics you're in for a treat.

Yes, it is an animated children's show, but She-Ra and the Princesses of Power gave me such a gift it still makes me emotional because I'm going like. is this what it feels like to get what I want, canonically, in a piece of media? wow.

look, I'm putting The Untamed on here because (a) it is based on a gay webnovel and is pretty fucking gay considering the limits of censorship, everybody in the cast knows it and is playing it, and (b) some of the secondary relationships come off, I would argue, even gayer in the live action, probably because there are actor people putting them right in front of your face. (because the discourse is what it is: censorship isn't progressive, etc., but this is my list and I'm putting MDZS on here too.)

THOSE CHINESE WEBNOVELS I WON'T SHUT UP ABOUT

like, seriously. I mean, look, they take some work getting into because reading works in translation that come from a culture that you (general Anglophone you) may or may not be familiar with on one level or another actually does come with having to learn some shit and get used to some new things about genre and style, and reading webnovels maybe even more so, but as far as I'm concerned it's worth it.

so far the ones I've read are (titles in English, with common abbreviation, mostly from the Chinese) Heaven Official's Blessing (TGCF), Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS), Scum Villain's Self Saving System (SVSSS), The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (erha or 2HA), and (still finishing but at this point feel pretty comfy recommending) Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (JWQS).

there are several others on my list that I've had recommended and just haven't gotten to yet. my favorites personally are probably TGCF and 2HA, but I'm pending a reread of MDZS with a different translation to do my final assessment there and JWQS is giving me a lot of very good shit.

(I feel like I have to mention, because I'd be remiss if I didn't while I'm talking about ~personal preferences~, that the Coldfire Trilogy is astonishingly queer in my memory for one of the central relationships although it's been years since I read it, admittedly, and the Lymond Chronicles which is a series I love dearly is also incredibly queer, particularly for a series written in the 60s, and is like. juuuuust barely shy of having a canonically bisexual protagonist. and does have an explicitly lesbian secondary character, though fair warning, she, uh, does have it pretty rough.)

there's also some books that didn't make it on here even though they have queer characters because I felt like the queerness of those characters was not really key to the story, for instance the Broken Earth Trilogy by N.K. Jemisin, which is fantastic in its own right and I would recommend to everyone, but didn't quite feel like it fit this post.

I'm almost certainly forgetting stuff, but I did my best.

[kisekinodrabbles]

Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him. 

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works. 

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point. 

–

“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin. 

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.” 

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?” 

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.  

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine. 

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips. 

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.” 

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

–

Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras. 

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so. 

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?” 

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress. 

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.” 

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later. 

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.” 

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?” 

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one. 

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room. 

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours. 

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs. 

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs. 

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts. 

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm. 

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment. 

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point. 

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him. 

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again. 

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.” 

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort. 

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.” 

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture. 

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.” 

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.” 

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge. 

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then. 

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps. 

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin. 

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms. 

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth. 

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.” 

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.” 

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second. 

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms. 

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time. 

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.