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[whitefireprincess]

[soyoursoulisgreen]

7, 24, 27!

7. Is there a character or ship you’d love to write for, but haven’t yet?

I honestly can't believe I've gone this long without actually writing anything solid for The Stanley Parable - I have ideas, and headcanons that I think would be really interesting to explore, they've just been relegated to drawings, almost completely! I've have a fix-it fic in mind for Ace Attorney for too long that I'd honestly like to make into a fancase lol, an Adventure Time comic, a Coraline/Camp Camp fic, there's like no Nova/Hikaru in the Magic Knight Rayearth fandom somehow and I'd love to fix that, some original work...

If I had to pick one, it'd probably be Nova and Hikaru, since they're just so sparse. They're also kind of a dead giveaway on the next question lol

24. What are some of your favourite tropes?

Clones/duplicates/souls split into two people are a big big big one for me - YuGiOh was a huge influence on that, Jekyll and Hyde, Kingdom Hearts, Hermitcraft to a lesser extent, MKR as mentioned lol, Vargas of course <3 And most recently In Stars and Time! I'm a huge sucker for This Guy But Twice haha ♪ In a similar vein I also really like possession (demonic, parasite, etc.) - any time there's two individuals hanging out in one body it's interesting to me :) What does personhood look like! What does individuality look like! What does free will look like! Bonus points for partial control of the body ♥ I may have a Stanley Parable and Law Abiding Citizen double feature with that particular trope sketched out in the backlog cough

27. Does anyone you know in real life know you write fanfiction?

Yes! I tend to share That I've written with my family, not necessarily What tho lol. I'll sometimes read snippets out loud if I think it's particularly clever or funny, but I rarely subject them to more than a line or two haha. My mom has read the intro to Inside and Out and yes I'm okay with that lol - she stopped when it was too much for her and I respect that deeply haha

[darknight3904]

Sure as Hell Ain't Worth it

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend, Joel grows tired of you hunting for "the one" in all the wrong guys. Warnings: 18+ Joel Miller: Gentleman in the streets, Freak in the Sheets!! Smut, Language, Oral F! receiving, unprotected p in v (ew don't do that irl), breeding kink, dom Joel, pussy pronouns, PWP. Reader and Joel are both in their mid-20s. Imagine it's like the early 2000s. No pressure tags, just thought you might like it: @freythecrazyfae @heartpatch @amyispxnk Word Count: 6.2k Inspired by the song I Ain't Sayin' by Jordan Davis

"That beer ain't gettin' any colder." Joel motions to the sticky bartop where your hands curl around a bottle of Lone Star.

You sigh and bring the glass to your lips, polishing off the rest in one fell swoop. Setting it back down you glance around the stuffy atmosphere of Kim's Bar on this wonderful Texan Friday night.

"What's wrong? Normally you talk my ears off." Joel asks bumping his elbow to yours.

You sigh and kick your feet back and forth, taking note of how they dangle from the barstool, "I dunno. I think I'm just tired tonight."

"They got you on nights again?" Joel asks sipping at his own beer

"Only twice a week. Most of the time I just sit at the nurse's station though." You reply

Joel nods, "Outta put you on days only. You been workin' there for what five years now? There's gotta be some schmuck fresh outta school to take your spot."

You had graduated with your RN at 22, and your past five years had been spent working at Valley Central Hospital, a short twenty-minute drive from your little apartment here in Austin.

"Yeah, well. I don't write the schedule." You reply, resting your chin in your hand, turning to look at your best friend.

Joel gives you a grunt in acknowledgment, motioning to the bartender with his card.

"I can pay." You say, reaching for your purse that was sitting in your lap

"I got it." Joel says, passing his card off, "Sides' how're you gonna pay off those loans if you're buyin' me drinks?"

You huff and shove your wallet back into its little nook in your bag. Joel had a point. He had been working as a contractor since the two of you had graduated high school. The labor seemed backbreaking to you but at least he wasn't thousands of dollars in the hole.

Joel rises to his feet, towering over you as he offers his hand to you. You take it without a second thought and let him lead you through the crowded bar, his broad back obscuring your vision.

The sudden shout of your name over the loud music as you halt your steps, your shoes squeaking as they stick to the dirty floor. You drop Joel's hand and spin around to the voice.

"You gotta be fucking joking." You groan, your eyes drifting to the source of the voice.

"Could say the same thing." He laughs loudly

Cole, a guy you'd gone out with a week ago was pushing his way toward you. It'd been only one date yet he had been relentlessly emailing and texting you for a second one.

You'd met him in the produce section of the grocery store, he was cute enough, taller than you, and had nice hair. You hadn't anticipated his horrible personal views though. Your first date with Cole had been spent at a restaurant listening to him drone on and on about how much he hated "non-traditional values". At first, you didn't understand what he was getting at but eventually, you put two and two together and realized he didn't like the idea of women leaving the kitchen, or well home in general.

What a load of bullshit that was. If some mediocre man thought you'd be giving up your degree that you'd given half your soul to, he had another thing coming.

"You haven't answered any of my emails," Cole says when he finally reaches you.

"Ah...well my internet has been weird..." You lie

"And my texts?" Cole asks

Dammit.

"Er...Well you see, I just don't think we're-"

A big hand lands on your shoulder from behind, "What's happenin' here? Got halfway to my truck without ya." Joel's deep voice cuts in as his eyes scan Cole

"Joel!" You exclaim, finally your savior had arrived

"We're just talking." Cole nods to Joel, "Think you owe me another date."

You shake your head, "I don't think we're compatible, Cole. Sorry."

Cole grimaces before his features twist into an ugly frown, "Are you serious? I even paid for that shitty pasta you ordered a week ago! I think I'm entitled to some more after spending 15 bucks on your ungrateful ass!"

"Hey!" Joel snaps at him, "Watch your tone."

Cole breathily laughs, shaking his head at you, "You're a fucking bitch."

With that he turns on his heel, disappearing into the bar. You wrap a hand around Joel's bicep, pulling him close to your side.

"Let it go." You order, knowing what Joel's next move is.

Joel grunts, "You're kiddin' me right? I'm not letting that sack of shit call you that and walk off."

You roll your eyes and pull Joel out the doors of the bar. He'd punched enough guys for insulting you over the years. Cole's stupid face would be spared tonight.

Joel helps you up into his truck before getting in the drivers seat and pulling out onto the road. You sigh, slipping your shoes off and tucking your legs into your chest.

"You ain't tired. Tell me what's really wrong?" Joel asks, "Is it that Cole guy? He ain't worth it, sweetheart."

"No, it's not him." You say truthfully, "He's a piece of shit."

Joel gives you a small laugh, "I second that."

You lean over and rest your forehead against the window, watching the way the headlights reflect off the Nissan in front of you.

"You ever get worried you'll die alone?" You ask

Joel snorts, "That's what's botherin' ya? I don't think we'll be dyin' soon. 25 is still young in my brain."

"No...I just mean like...Aren't you worried about settling down? Marriage? Kids?" You ask

A beat of silence follows as Joel digests your question. Your eyes take in his face, dipping down his neck to the soft green t-shirt he has on tonight, and blue jeans to match, beat-up work boots press on the gas pedal as he drives.

"Guess I'm more focused on just payin' bills and keepin' Tommy out of trouble...But I guess it's crossed my mind." He admits

You nod slowly, shifting a bit as he takes a sharp turn.

"That why you're goin' out with dipshits? Thinking some fool like Cole is "the one"? Joel teases, "Bet he can't even change the oil in whatever SUV he drives."

"Ugh. No!" You groan hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment.

"Yeah, yeah, You're not foolin' me, girl." Joel laughs as he pulls up to your apartment building.

"Whatever, Joel." You huff in embarrassment. Why was letting your closest friend in on your romantic dreams so embarrassing? Perhaps it was because he was a guy. Knowing him he'd probably wear that t-shirt another two times before washing it.

You jump down from his truck, pushing the door shut behind you.

"See ya next Friday!" Joel calls out the open window to you

You flash him your middle finger, an ongoing tradition you'd had with him since you were both 15.

"No manners!" Joel yells after you as you laugh to yourself.

Joel isn't sure what to make of the strange feeling that bubbles up in his chest whenever he sees you. It had started a year ago, the Texas sun was hung in the sky and was hot enough to cook an egg on his dashboard. You'd shown up to his house in a white sun dress, strappy brown sandals on your feet, and an oversized tote bag slung on your shoulder. It was a simple, low-effort look you'd thrown together to attend Tommy's high school graduation party with him yet it had his heart pounding in his chest.

Sure, Joel was aware you were...well female. He still remembered the first time it really clicked in his head. The two of you were 12 and a half, sitting in your bedroom playing Uno. One of your dresser drawers was half opened and he had spotted something lavender poking out of it. In his infinite twelve-year-old wisdom, he had scooped it up, only to find out what a training bra looked like. You shrieked so loud, he's pretty sure his eardrums broke a bit that day. He spent a week, trying to apologize to you and only won you back after buying you a popsicle at the corner store on the walk back from school.

It came to the forefront of his mind again, your sophomore year of high school. The two of you had holed up in the library your Chemistry final was a week away and you had been trying to help Joel cram a year of knowledge into his brain so he wouldn't have to repeat the class.

You had disappeared into the little unisex single-stalled bathroom at the back of the library for nearly twenty minutes. Joel had initially suspected you were constipated, after all, you had been complaining about your stomach all day long. Instead, he found himself out on a mission to hunt down a box of tampons at the corner store after you discovered the little pouch at the front of your bag was empty. He was pretty sure he bought the wrong ones but you never said anything about it.

And now, he was 25 and feeling it again. However this time instead of the sense of awkwardness and uncertainty, the fuzzy feeling of want was filling his chest.

He sighed and flopped onto his bed, head resting on the pillows as he stared at the ceiling. Joel's eyes lazily fell shut as his brain swam with thoughts of you and that stupid white dress you'd shown up in. The way you'd smiled and cheered when Tommy's name rang out in the football stadium, enthusiastically pointing your little digital camera at the stage when the principal finally handed his dumb-as-rocks baby brother the keys to his freedom.

His breath hitched a bit in his chest as he pictured you going out on a date with that Cole fucker. Even if it had only been once, he hadn't deserved your time of day. Had you gotten all dolled up for that piece of shit? Had you curled your hair and worn that light pink lip gloss Joel bought you for your birthday a few months ago?

Deep-seeded jealously clawed its way through his chest as he groaned again. Fuck, he was really losing it.

Three days later, Joel was standing in the To-go area of Sanchez's Mexican Restaurant when he spotted you. He'd been picking up overpriced tacos and a couple of burritos for himself and Tommy when he saw you at a booth alone.

You jumped when he slid into the booth, sitting across from you.

"Howdy, stranger." Joel greets you, reaching out to pluck a tortilla chip free from the overflowing basket the waiter had put down for you.

"Oh, hey Joel." You sigh, fingertips running along the rim of some drink you're down to the ice with.

"Now that's not a Texas welcome." He says, deepening his accent on purpose, knowing it always makes you laugh.

"I don't think I'm up for a Texas welcome." You sigh sadly, pushing your glass away, and slouching in your seat.

"What's wrong?" He asks, concerned

"I think this guy on my floor is standing me up." You huff

Joel glances around like he'll be able to identify the mystery man, "He works with ya?"

"Yeah. His name is Nick." You say, "He's a traveling nurse, but we hit it off and I asked him out."

Joel nods. He wonders why a pretty girl like you should even have to make the first move. God, other guys his age were dim.

"Guess he's not into me though." You huff, glancing over your shoulder again at the doors.

Joel stuffs another chip into his mouth and leans back so his back hits the plush of the booth. His eyes drift over your form, tonight you've got a light blue sun dress on. Lace trims the edges and a gold necklace with the letter of your first name sits nestled on your collarbones. You look positively angelic tonight.

This other guy must've lost his mind, you were sitting here waiting all alone for him and his stupid self looking like that.

Joel hears a hostess call his name, a brown bag in her hand as he looks around the waiting area for him.

"Wanna get outta here? Gotta a couple of burritos and tacos to go." He nods to the exit.

"What about Nick?" You ask sadly

Joel looks around again, god he can't believe this Nick fellow is standing you up like this. Joel was sure glad he wasn't in his boots, letting a woman like you go.

"Screw Nick." Joel declares, "He ain't worth it."

You snort out a laugh and quickly slap your hand over your mouth, mortified at the noise you just let out. Joel feels a smile tug at his face as he pulls you up from your booth, grabbing your purse from the seat,

"C'mon. Before you scare the other customers."

That earns him a laugh and a small swat to the arm.

Joel drives to the local Community Days and parks his truck for five bucks a couple hundred feet away from the Ferris Wheel. He drops his truck tailgate and sits with you, legs dangling as the two of you much away at Sanchez's "gourmet" Mexican.

Groumet his ass. Joel was almost certain he was going to pay for these tacos tomorrow morning on the toilet. At least they tasted decent when paired with the salsa.

"So who was this burrito for? "You ask as you wipe your face with a napkin.

"Tommy," Joel says

"I'm stealing your teenage brother's food now?" You tease

"Hardly a teen anymore. Twenty inna couple of weeks." Joel reminds you

"Quit reminding me. Making me feel old. " You huff.

"You're telling me. We're both gonna be pushing thirty soon." He reminds you

You groan and knock your foot against Joel's, sending sparks up the limb to his heart.

"Fuck off." You say, "Remember that time he tried following us that one Thanksgiving on our walk?"

"You mean the one where we smoked weed under that bridge?" Joel asks, thinking back to the holidays when he was still a teenager and Tommy was no more than 11.

"Yup." You grin

Food devoured and bellies full, Joel walks beside you along the fairgrounds. The loud whoops of children fill the silence between the two of you as you point at the clown that's balancing on a unicycle while juggling.

Joel's known you for twenty years now, he met you on the first day of kindergarten after you asked him if he liked to watch Thomas the Tank Engine on Tuesdays. Yet for the first time in twenty years he was unsure of what to say to you.

You and your perfect hair and soft makeup that made you glow, that pretty blue dress that was messing with his head, he hadn't felt this nervous since...well ever.

"So...what's this Nick like?" Joel finds himself dumbly asking

You huff and kick at the grass, "He's funny. Smart too, good at placing IVs too."

"Sounds like he's the real deal," He teases, "I mean IVs? Thats the wholeee package fo sure."

"Shut up, loser." You scoff, "You don't have room to talk. When's the last time you went on a date?"

Joel stalls, was it weird to say he hadn't been on a date since seeing you in that white sun dress a year ago?

"A gentleman never tells." He stupidly says

"Oh, so you're a manwhore then." You say plainly, snapping your fingers in his face

"What?!" Joel balks, he hadn't expected to to say that, "No! Notta, man...."

"Whore." You finish for him smugly

"Yeah, that." He embarrassingly huffs

"Then tell me. When was the last time you went on a date?" You demand, brushing up against him as the two of you walk along.

"Little more than a year ago." He caves, you could get him to give you one of his kidneys with the way you persuaded him to do things for you.

"Damn." You blurt out

"Now you're bein' mean." Joel huffs, picking his pace up, uninterested in being ridiculed by someone who swore Santa was real until they were 13. Seriously, he still couldn't believe you were that much of an idiot.

"No! I didn't mean it like that!" You scamper after him, "I just...always thought guys...y'know..."

"We what?" Joel asks, cocking a brow, he doesn't know where this is going

"Well, you know. I just thought they couldn't go that long without...release" You awkwardly say, avoiding his gaze, "Although I guess hands were made for a reason."

Joel feels his face heat up. He's pretty sure he's on fire from the embarrassment you've caused. Did you really think he was going to explode from not sleeping with a woman? What kind of shitty guys had you been with?

"Now that ain't how it works." Joel huffs as the two of you reach his truck, fishing his pockets for his keys.

"What do you mean?" You ask dumbly

"Guys...Well, we're not feral, sweetheart. We have self-control over stuff like that." He explains, "Not uh...being with someone won't kill us."

You look at him like he's nuts. He feels a bit guilty now, that he wasn't able to keep you away from dirtbags who pretended like they couldn't keep it in their pants.

"I knew it." You declare, "I knew it! All those fuckers were just full of it! Blue balls is made up shit!"

You point a finger to Joel's chest and he raises his hands in innocence.

"You...men, you're all so desperate for a warm body."

Joel sighs and pushes your hand away, "Promise we ain't all like that."

"Oh yeah? Well, introduce me to one then. I'd like to see him." You scowl

Joel lets a beat of silence go by before he gestures to himself, "You're lookin' at one right now."

You roll your eyes, "Yeah but...do you really count? I didn't even realize you were a dude until I found that pack of condoms under your bed when we were 16."

"Last time I checked, I'm a guy." Joel huffs, "And I thought you said you were gonna stop reminding me of that."

"What like you said you'd stop teasing me about that training bra I used to have?" You clap back

"I haven't brought that up in years!" Joel argues he can't even remember the last time he mentioned that to you.

"No! you brought it up at that New Year's Eve party! When you were drunk off your ass!"

Joel grimaces and shakes his head, he doesn't remember that at all, "Alright, fine. I'm sorry."

You grumble and cross your arms across your chest, leaning against the side of his truck as he stands across from you. A warm breeze blows by and pushes your hair out of place.

Joel can't help it, you've never looked more breathtaking to him. Fuck, when did his mouth get this dry? Where had all his spit gone?

"I'm in love with you." He blurts out

What the fuck had he done?!

He smacks his hand over his mouth like you've just given him the worse news in the world. Although Joel supposed in a few moments, you truly might be doing just that.

"What?" You ask, eyes wide, looking right at him

Joel doesn't say anything he just stares dumbly at you, hoping you might ignore it somehow.

"Are you fucking with me?" Your eyes narrow, taking him in

"N-No." He trips over his words, "I'm not, I swear."

You looked shocked now like he'd hit you with a train to derail your entire existence on this planet.

"I just...I've been sitting on it for a year now and it just came out." Joel says, "I promise I would've made it more romantic if you wanted. I just...M' a dumb guy who can't keep his mouth shut."

He's honest with you. He can't keep watching you go on date after date, looking for something you'd never find in any of those other men. He desperately wanted you to see that "the one" was right here in front of you, that he was it.

"Let's just forget I said anythin'. We can grab some ice cream at that shop you like."

You huff out a small breath and reach out. Joel nearly collapses here in the grass when you weave your fingers through his belt loops, pulling him close so his hips press against yours. Your back hits his truck as he leans into you, savoring the warmth of you pressed against him.

"You're not that dumb." You smile, "At least you manned up and told me."

Joel shrugs, feeling shy under your gaze. You know everything about him, lived through the awkward preteen years with him and yet you were making him nervous.

"If you don't want me...It's alright." He says, "Just had to get it out of my system I guess."

Your hair tickles his face as another shift of air moves it. You give him a mischievous smile, one he's seen many times over the years.

"Now when did you hear me say I don't want ya?"

Joel really thinks he's losing it now. Here you were pressed up against him, saying you want him too.

"Better not be fuckin' with me." He softly says, feeling vulnerable.

You giggle and lean forward, your lips brushing his just briefly before you pull away, "Never."

You and Joel are nothing but giddy smiles and laughs as he pulls you into his truck. You scamper past the steering wheel and into the passenger side. The sun is setting as he drives a bit too quickly down the road. Pink and orange hues paint the sky as his hand rests on your thigh. Every few moments you catch him, staring at you through the corner of his eye.

"Eyes on the road, Cowboy." You tease, shifting nervously when his hand inches a bit higher

Joel speeds past the turn to your apartment and before you know it, he's parking in his driveway. You stumble out of his truck, your mind drunk on thoughts of Joel Joel Joel.

Joel barely gets the front door open before you're on him. Who could blame you though? He was the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on. You had always been aware that Joel was well, hot. It'd been something gnawing at you since you were both 19, he'd shown up to help your dad mow the grass and took off his shirt. Fuck, that day had changed your entire life.

Okay well, this moment was sure to top that one.

"Needy little thing." Joel grins into your forceful kiss as he kicks the door shit

"Don't be mean." You huff

Joel scoffs like he doesn't believe you, "Really? I think you like it. Me bein' mean."

You roll your eyes, he couldn't possibly know about that yet.

"Gotcha." He snaps his fingers at you

"What? What do you have, Miller?" You ask, full of attitude

"You, baby. Y'like it when a guy gets a little rough with you."

Your face heats up in embarrassment. Okay, fine maybe he did know. But how? Was it that obvious?"

Joel sits down on the couch, pulling you into his lap and pressing a warm kiss to your neck.

"Saw your porn search history a few years back." He admits, "You gotta stop leaving your laptop unlocked."

You're ready to melt away in shame. God, what else had he seen? How did he even know how to access search history? You always thought Joel had been a total technology grandpa.

"It's natural, don't be embarrassed." He laughs a bit

You groan and hide your face in his neck, you're so fucking embarrassed. Any bravado and sexual confidence you had earlier was officially gone.

Joel's deep laugh fills your ears as he plops down on the couch, spreading his legs. He beckons for you to join him and when you take a step closer to him, he pulls you into his lap.

"Sorry, baby. You're just an easy target to tease." He whispers into your shoulder. peppering kisses against the skin as an apology.

Baby Baby Baby

You like the sound of that.

A little humph tumbles from your lips in response in response, as you snuggle closer to him, enjoying the unrestricted access you now have. Your fingers dance on the collar of his shirt before drifting up to the short curls at the base of his head. Joel hums and lets his eyes fall shut as your pretty pink acrylics weave through his hair.

"We should go to your room." Joel softly suggests when he looks at you again

You let Joel lead you down the hall, his big hand resting on the small of your back. Your nerves must be pretty obvious since he whispers into your hair that you'll be okay.

Joel pushes the door shut and you plop onto your bed, kicking your shoes off onto the rug.

Joel's eyes devour you when he turns to look at you. His eyes seem to particularly focus on the soft lace that lines the neckline of your dress. You fiddle with your fingers, you hadn't been this nervous about sleeping with a person since you lost your virginity back in your senior year of high school.

You expect Joel to do what most men would do now, to push your shoulders to the bedspread and pull the summer dress you've donned off you.

Instead, he drops to his knees in front of you, pushing your dress up a bit, he presses a kiss to each of your knees, his lips landing on the scars there.

"Didn't know ya still had these." He hums

"Rollerblading scars are for life I guess." You shrug

Joel lets out an amused chuckle, inching a bit closer to you before resting his head in your lap. He takes a deep inhale before resting his hands on your hips.

"You're a real weird guy, Joel Miller." You point out, resting your fingers on his hair

"What makes you say that?" He mumbles

"Most guys would be pulling my clothes off and you're here kneeling, resting your head on my thighs

"It could be between your thighs if you want." He cheekily suggests

You scoff and pull his head up by hooking a finger under his chin, his scruffy facial hair tickling your fingertips.

"Let me show you how a man should treat a lady like you," Joel asks

A small smile ghosts your face as you nod, pulling him up as you fall onto your back.

"Gonna show you all those guys, baby, they sure as hell ain't worth it."

Joel hovers above you, leaning down and kissing you before trailing his kisses down your neck to your collarbones, lightly nipping at the thin flesh and laughing when you squirm.

"Tell me how you like it." He says

Your face heats up. He'd been dead on earlier but god was it embarrassing to admit it. Your lips remain pressed shut as he presses a wet kiss to your cheek.

"Gonna make me work for it, huh?" He teases

Ugh, what a smug motherfucker he was.

Joel's big hand pulls at the zipper on your back, loosening the soft fabric of your sundress as he pulls at it.

"So beautiful." He breathes as the fabric pulls away to reveal your upper body

"You're a boob man?" You tease, noticing how he can barely tear his eyes from your bra.

Joel snorts, "You're kidding right? Have you seen these?"

His hands grope at your soft body, running his finger over your clothed chest.

"Lift your hips."

Joel pulls your dress down down down your legs before tossing it off your bed to the floor. You lay there, heart pounding in your mismatched set.

"I would've worn my lace ones if I knew this was gonna happen." You huff

"Perfect just like this." Joel approves, "I like you however you're comfortable."

His facial hair tickles your skin as he begins trailing kisses down your belly to the elastic band that sits on your hips. He presses a kiss to your mound before running a finger along the wet patch between your thighs.

"Has anyone ever tasted this pretty cunt before?" He hums, looking up at you

You nod your head, too nervous to speak right now. Of course, Joel was good in bed, he was walking sex on a stick, how you hadn't seen that before was crazy.

"Who?" He asks softly, his thumb finding your clit from above the fabric of your panties

"Umf- Ben Kingston." You whimper when he applies more pressure, god you wish he'd just rip your stupid underwear off already.

Joel's deep chuckle fills the sanctuary of your bedroom, "Ben? You mean that mullet-wearing guy who used to play JV lacrosse? That Ben Kingston?"

You nod, It'd been a few weeks after graduation, you were invited to a Fourth of July bash and at some point ended up in Ben's room tangled up in the sheets.

"Was he any good?" Joel smugly asks

You shake your head, "Not really...too um..."

"Too what?" Joel asks, curious now

"He was sorta, shy almost. Like it was gonna bite him or something." You say, remembering how Ben had just been too gentle with you

Joel nods cupping your cunt and pressing his palm to it, "She wants it rough, huh?"

You roll your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows, "Are you gonna go down on me or what?"

Joel smiles at you, lust-blown eyes staring at you from between your legs, "You gonna be a good girl? Listen to me?"

You nod, wishing he'd just hurry up already.

A loud yelp leaves your lips, Joel Miller has just smacked your pussy. It wasn't too hard or soft yet it has your skin tingling and a new gush of wet pooling in your panties.

"Yes." You breathe

Joel gives you an approving look, he must want you to talk to him.

He shimmies your panties down your legs, eyes fixed on you the whole time.

"Come when I say, alright?" He asks

"Okay." You say, you've never had a guy take charge like this. Sure, they'd all been dominant in their own ways. But this? This was different. This was Joel, you used to eat popsicles on his front porch in the summer. And now here he was, telling you he was about to control your orgasms. Fuck it was hot though.

Joel presses two kisses to your clit before diving in and fuck does he put Ben to shame. His tongue licks a stripe from your hole all the way back up to your clit. Lips suctioning to the sensitive bud of nerves while you gasp and your legs threaten to fall closed.

"F-Fuck." You moan, unsure of what to do

"Stay open." He commands, pushing at your thighs that have tried to close around his head

Your hips jump when Joel pushes two fingers into you. You nearly scream when Joel’s lips attach to your clit once more, this time roughly sucking on you. His tongue continues dancing on you there as you roll your hips to meet him, gasping just a bit louder when his nose brushes you.

"Joel!" You whimper, a warning for how you're about to cum on his face

"You gonna cum?" He mumbles, acting like he doesn't already know, like he can't feel the way you're clamping down on his fingers and gushing down his wrist

"Y-Yes." You groan

Abruptly, he pulls away and you feel tears spring into your waterline. You were so close to euphoria and he was taking it away.

He thumbs away your tears, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Don't cry, baby. M' gonna give you what you want, don't worry."

You sniffle, unable to help it, maybe your tears will get him back between your legs.

Joel runs a thumb between your folds, humming softly as wetness collects on his skin.

"Needy little thing, aren't ya. Didn't realize I was friends with such a slutty girl."

The words should hurt, they should. Hell, maybe if they were coming from anyone else's mouth they would. Instead, they have you nodding excitedly. Yes, you're a slut. You'll be anything for your dear Joel.

Joel lets out a small chuckle, "I knew you liked it like this. Like it when I'm mean to ya."

"Please."

"Please? " Joel smiles

"Fuck me." You groan, unclipping your bra and dropping it to the floor

Joel manhandles you to your stomach, his hands dancing up and down your back.

"Such a good girl, asking for it."

"Please, Joel." You whisper

A warm kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck before you feel him push into you. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you hear Joel groan loudly behind you when his hips meet your ass.

"Feel good?" Joel asks genuinely

"Good." You huff, "Great, actually."

Joel's hands grip the soft flesh of your hips as he begins a rough pace that has you seeing stars. You bite down on your bottom lip and let out a loud keen when he brushes something inside you.

"That the spot?" Joel asks

You respond with a groan of his name and Joel chuckles, his hands squeezing your flesh, "Yeah, that's the spot."

His pace resumes and you're practically wailing into the sheets below you. You've had sex before but nothing like this, nothing like what Joel was providing you with right now.

Deep thrusts brush that spot inside you he's discovered as you moan his name, your brain empty of all thoughts.

Then, suddenly the world is tilting and Joel is manhandling you onto your back, pressing your knees up to your chest as he leans down to brush his nose against yours.

"Such a good girl..." He says, running a thumb across your cheek

Somehow he feels even better like this, even if it's a bit slower. Your breath mingles with his as he presses messy kisses to your lips and neck. Occasionally he'll dip down and suck at your chest, mumbling about how nice your tits are.

Your hips roll up to meet his hips as you rest your hands on his biceps, nails biting into the skin there.

"Close," You warn, "M' gonna cum, Joel." You huff, trying to keep your eyes on him

"Yeah? Gonna cum? Let me feel her gush and I'll her up." He says, "She'll be leaking with me for days after this, baby."

You shudder at his nasty words, loving the way they pool in your belly and send tingles up your spine.

At some point, Joel sneaks a hand to the mess between your thighs, he rubs two tight circles on your clit before you're tightening around him as your eyes slam shut while you cum.

"F-Fuck." Joel gasps, "Tight little cunt you got."

Joel fucks you through your orgasm while you weakly paw at his chest, overstimulation taking over.

"Take it, take it." He groans, his hips roughly slapping yours "Ugh, this f-fucking slutty pussy, teasing me for so goddamn long, gonna fuck a baby into her...

He's rambling now, lust-blown eyes slammed shut as he roughly takes his own pleasure. You haven't seen anything this hot as you watch Joel get off while using your body for himself.

And then, you feel it, warmth fills you as he finally finishes, a loud moan leaving his lips as he does. He stills above you, a moment passes before he finally looks at you.

It's as if a switch has flipped, two seconds ago he'd been this dominating sex god and now he was back to being the Joel you knew.

Warm kisses pepper your skin as he leans down to nuzzle his face into your chest.

"Pretty baby," He praises, "Thank you, sweetheart."

"I think I should be thanking you." You laugh, "I've never cum like that before, let alone had sex that good."

Joel laughs, kissing your jawline.

"I didn't go overboard? I know I can get real mean sometimes, it can scare sweet little things like you off."

You press a kiss into his brown curls that are a bit damp with sweat, "It was perfect."

Joel shifts, pulling out of you while you wince under him, "Sorry baby."

His spend drips out of you onto the already messy sheets. Your body burns with embarrassment as Joel stares at your overworked cunt.

"Stop staring, creep." You let your legs fall shut

Joel grins coyly before flopping onto his back, pulling you down to his chest.

"So...did I do it?" He asks

"Do what? Ruin my sex expectations for the rest of my life? Cuz' I don't think I can go back to my vibrator after that."

Joel chuckles, his fingers drawing circles on your shoulders, "Did I show ya that all those other guys sure as hell ain't worth it?"

You give him a small nod and he squeezes you even closer to his chest before speaking again,

"Good. Cuz' now that I got ya, you ain't goin' nowhere."

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[pyronovas]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 | Marcus Acacius x reader

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summary | once your dad's greatest friend, now his greatest enemy. you cannot shake the desire and care you feel for the fallen general, even as he heads toward death.

author's note | LISTEN, none of this is going to be accurate. and frankly idc, i'm horny i needed to write this do not come at me. no source material? idc i'm still writing it. anyways, enjoy the p*rn. (if you're reading this prior to the movie coming out, none of this is canon. this is just an idea that i wanted to write and felt like posting, if you do not like the idea of writing without source material, please do not engage or send me asks to be combative, they will be deleted. i won't be continuing this specific fic and will not be writing for him again until the movie comes out.)

content warning | 18+ smut, this is dbf for the gladiator girlies (gn), sneaking around, descriptions of smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, creampies, breeding kink, age gap (reader is early 20s, marcus is late 40s/early 50s), alcohol tw, innocence kink

word count —2k

You knew he would be here soon, he must. 

You curled into the dark corners of the arena hall, having been here since dawn with your own father, a high military commander who struck down Marcus as punishment for such things even he wouldn’t tell you about. You knew nothing, heard nothing—you weren’t allowed such privilege. 

It has been days since you last saw him—Marcus. General Acacius to many, another esteemed leader amongst the masses, and a once great friend to your father. Though, that was no longer.

You often called him sir, finding that General Acacius was quite the mouthful. Or often just General, but his endearment toward you was blatant and he insists, almost pleading that you drop the formality when alone. Which was easier, as your fondness of him grew.

It started at a celebration, one of the many grand parties thrown in celebration of fight won or any reason for the men to drink, but Marcus liked to linger. Often tucked away in a corner watching the madness unfold, you were too curious to stay locked up in your room.

The first night he caught your eye, it was a smile around the edge of his silver goblet drowning in red wine, a hand crossed over his chest as he watched you slip away in fear that he may say something to your father.

But, he never did.

For weeks after, it progresses. From a smile, to a lingering gaze, eventually he finds himself inching closer to you, week by week. Until one night he finally finds the courage in himself to be waiting by the corner you often sneak around, watching curiously.

“You are pushing it, dove.” He speaks softly, his eyes downturned to look at you from the step he was on above you, slowly inching down until he was level, “if he catches you—”

“He hasn’t,” You tell him in a clipped, hushed tone, “and you haven’t said anything. You won’t….will you?”

He bypasses the question, “Why do you come here?” Marcus curiously asks, “These men, they are—animals, if they see you dressed like that, they would not hesitate to—”

You had on a pale nightgown, thin and barely enough to cover your modesty but it was enough. The sticky, summer heat prickled your skin, formed a line of sweat across your brow and you huffed out at his words, “My father would murder them. Besides, you are not like them. So, why do you linger here?”

He was much more than a friend, closer and akin to family. 

But, he had his own troubles. Stepson, a wife, he should be away caring for them. Yet, he was there with a disgruntled scowl and eyes only set on you.

“Why not?” He shrugs, “It is…quite entertaining. Isn’t that why you sneak around here to watch?”

You mimic his shrug, shying away slightly as you pull away to leave, but his hand catches your wrist, his cup placed in the gap of pillars separating you both. His facial expressions show an internal battle of thought, like he’s fighting against the bad and hoping the good would win out.

Unfortunately, the bad prevails.

“Let us walk,” He tells you, nodding toward the exit a few feet away, “if you would accompany me?”

You nod eagerly, switching the grip on your wrist to curl around his bicep, muscular and hard from years of fight training. He flexes slightly at the touch, covering his free hand over yours in a comforting gesture. 

He made you feel safe. And that was all that mattered to you.

—

The walk was the first mistake.

It wasn’t more than a few minutes before you found yourself tucked away by a nearby tent, unbuckling and unfastening Marcus out of his gear hastily before he fucked you under your nightgown—gentle but firm. He was the first man, the first ever to have you in such a way. You’d told him so as your hands shook under the weight of his gaze, the taste of bitter wine on his lips. He’d kissed you as he pushed his cock inside of you and didn’t stop until you were tipping over the edge.

Over time, you grow bolder. Sneaking him back into your home was easy, knowing the guards weren’t as watchful in the late, late hours of the night. It was dangerous, reckless, but as you tug him down into the cellar and sink to your knees, it all fades away quickly.

His little dove, he often calls you. Sweet dove, so pure and innocent. His hand caresses your chin as you swallow him down, eyes locked on his half-lidded gaze before he comes down your throat, nose scrunching up slightly and his brow furrowing, biting at the back of his other hand to muffle the groan that escapes him.

It was always like this—hurried and quick fucks that didn’t diminish the feeling, but reminded you how easily you could both be caught. It continues for months…and months, until suddenly he stops coming around.

No parties, no visits—Marcus had become a ghost.

But, enough digging had led you here, tucked away in the shadows again—but watching as he fought for his life. The other man was much older, weaker, and Marcus struck him down within a matter of minutes, blood splattering across his face as he stuck again and again, bashing the poor man’s skull in until it was nothing, teeth gritting as his body surged with adrenaline.

Gladiator fighting wasn’t a new thing—and you knew he wasn’t the only one, but why?

He’s making his way down the arena toward the pillar you are tucked behind unknowingly, alone and battered as the guards run off to dispose of the body. You aren’t sure where Marcus is going now or when you would see him again, but you take the chance when you know no one is watching, grabbing him by the armor plate on his chest and pulling him away and into a dusty closet, knocking into a stack of buckets in the process.

You gasp as his hand wraps around your neck, fist cocked back in preparation of an attack.

But, then his eyes land on you.

“Dove, what are you—”

You shush him quickly, hands molding against his face and the dried blood, his breathing quick and short as you attempt to calm him.

“I had to see you—I thought…I thought you had—”

“I might as well be,” Marcus replies somberly, “we cannot meet like this. We cannot meet at all.”

“It’s fine, It’s fine–” You assure him, reaching forward to press your lips against his.

Marcus pulls away hesitantly, grabbing your face roughly until you look at him, eyes widening.

“They will kill you. I cannot see you again. I should not even be here with you.”

Your eyes well with tears, forcing yourself forward again to capture his lips and this time he allows it, opening his mouth slightly as your tongue dips inside, working silently at the buckles to his chest plate.

“No talking. Let us…enjoy this. If it is the last time.”

You were both well aware—he would fight for his life or die, that was it. And he would fight until that point came. He was no longer a General, completely stripped of his power. But, he was still Marcus. And you would hold onto that for as long as you could.

He’s shaking, the adrenaline raking his body and making him restless as you kissed him, tongue dipping into his mouth again as his hands roamed, squeezed, caressed. 

“I will not break,” You whisper into his mouth, “take what you need, Marcus.”

It was all he needed to hear, turning you around swiftly and forcing your down with a hand against your back, arms pressing into the shelf in front of you as he pushed up the silk, carefully woven and intricate fabric of your dress—so pristine and perfect. He wanted to rip it off you, be he refrains, squeezing at your hips while he kneels behind you.

“Marcus, you need not—”

“Quiet, little dove. Let me have this,” He licks against your cunt hungrily, noisy slurps as he lapped you up, squeezing less than gentle at the inside of your thighs as they shook, his tongue swiping over your clit, a broken moan slipping past your lips, “beautiful—let me hear you.”

“Marcus,” You plea, his fingers joining his tongue as they breached you and drag against the soft, but incredibly sensitive spot inside of you, your hand reaching for his wrist tucked between your legs as you whined out his name once more, twice, until your legs gave out, feelings his strong, broad shoulders flexing as he used his brute strength to keep you upright, licking up the gush of fluids that leak out of you, rising with haste and untucking himself from his garments, wrapping a gentle hand around the back of your neck before he’s pulling you upright harshly.

“Want to leave you something,” He whispers against the shell of your ear, “something to remember me, if I shall never leave here. Something of me for you to carry on. Alright, sweet dove?”

You nod knowingly, as Marcus had always been careful to pull himself out before breaching that point. He was always careful, hesitant—but being on the brink of death, he found himself careless and desperate. He couldn’t let you go.

He slips inside of you with a hand tucked around your throat, pulling your back to his chest as he snapped his hips into you firmly, groaning lewdly into the side of your neck as he bit down, squeezing at your throat with every soft sound you made and you want it just as bad, forcing your hips back into every push of his cock—you were positive this pain would last you into next week, but you needed that reminder. His fingers dip into your skin, hard and uncaring and sure to leave marks, but that was what you wanted.

And his groans quickly turn needy, more high-pitched than you’ve ever heard them

He’s holding back, restraining himself. You turn your head, catching his heated gaze as he pants, your thumb tracing over his lip. His hand drags over your stomach, rests, curious of how beautiful you would look swollen and carrying his child. 

It is a hopeful and distant dream, one that he will never foresee.

“Give it to me, Marcus,” You beg him, “I want it.”

It so easily undoes him, “Take it, my dove,” He growls, coming deep inside of you with a shaky thrust of his hips, squeezing you tight against him, “I think of you, always. You must know—know that.” 

It pulls at your heart, tugs in a way that makes your entire body ache. He pulls out with a low grunt, silently tucking himself away as you adjust your dress.

“And I love you,” You admit, watching as his gaze pulls up quickly, “even if you cannot say it back. I know. I know you do.”

Marcus breathes harshly through his nose, crowding you once more but it is soothed by a gentle kiss, “You need to leave—do not come back here.”

“Marcus,” You counter, sadness lacing your tone.

“If, by some miracle, I make it out of here,” He drags his thumb along your jawline, pausing on his words as he looks you over, memorizes you, “I will find you.”

You nod jerkily, eyes never breaking from his, “Just like you always have.”

divider creds: @/cafekitsune

thanks to @chaotic-mystery & @pr0ximamidnight for being the absolute best friends ever and beta'ing this for me on a moments notice, ily both.

[kaleldobrev]

I Want Them To Hear

Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ben wants to make sure Hughie knows what it actually sounds like when the two of you have sex. In other words, Ben makes damn sure Hughie gets yet another night of no sleep because of the two of you.

Original Prompt: Requested by @k-slla | I loved your last post (poor, poor Hughie 😂). I would love to read a sequel, where SB& reader DO keep everyone up, for other reasons 😏 (if you're up to it 😊) x Kerly

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing (23x), Smut (Oral - M&F receiving, Fingering, Unprotected Sex - P in V), Implied p*rn watching, Hughie getting scarred for life (again), Semi-Public sex (living room)

Authors Note: Before you read this make sure you read A Simple Misunderstanding first | I think 23 curse words is a new record for curse words for me (21 out of them are the same too) | I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoy it! | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You looked over at the clock that was above the fireplace in the living room, and it was almost midnight, and you weren’t the least bit surprised that you weren’t even tired. Although you didn’t have a good sleep schedule before you joined the Boys (as you were a full-time college student when you joined the group), your sleep schedule somehow became even more jacked when you joined; something you didn’t think was even remotely possible. You had found yourself going to sleep at three, four, sometimes five in the morning, or not even going to sleep at all – a constant flow of energy drinks and coffee to keep you going.

The last couple of days though were unusually uneventful, verging on normal, like there wasn’t some kind of revenge war going on. The closest thing that had been kind of eventful was Hughie’s outburst this morning over breakfast, accusing you and Ben of having sex which kept him up – something that actually didn’t happen between you and Ben even though it was something that you did want to happen last night. Due to his little outburst though, the rest of the day was filled with a consistent flow of jokes (mainly at your best friend’s expense) that seemed to put everyone in a great mood (except Hughie of course). In a way, you did feel bad for him, but at the same time, his outburst this morning was unnecessary.

Your legs were currently in Ben’s lap, one of his arms draped over them as his other hand was lying on the arm of the couch with a remote in hand; the only source of light in the room coming from the television. As Ben flipped through channel after channel, you couldn’t help but stare at him as the shadows on his face changed with every single flip trying to find something to watch. “How is there so many channels and nothing to watch?” He asked, not even looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders and he turned to face you. “I found plenty of things I’d watch. It’s not my fault you’re picky.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not picky. TV just sucks now.” He began, and you already knew where this conversation was going. It was about to turn into a ‘back in my day’ rant that you had heard practically every single day since you had met him. “Back in my day, TV was actually good.” Before you could interject he continued. “We didn’t have stupid reality shows about people who are famous for nothing.” You couldn’t help but agree with him on that one. “There’s 400 channels and only two of them are watchable.”

“And which channels does the almighty Soldier Boy deem watchable?” You asked, emphasizing the nickname.

“ESPN and TCM.” He answered without hesitation. You simply just rolled your eyes.

“Of course those would be the only two channels.” You mumbled, even though you knew he could hear you; there was no use in mumbling around him. “I love ESPN and TCM too, but there are other channels that are watchable Ben. How about FoodNetwork and HGTV?”

Ben scoffed. “Sometimes they’re watchable.”

“Okay. How about…” You thought for a moment, trying to think of a channel that Ben would possibly enjoy; then it hit you, causing a smirk to form on your face. “How about Skinamax?”

He looked at you with a confused expression. “What the fuck is Skinamax?” You let out a slight laugh, causing him to raise a brow. “What?”

“You don’t know what Skinamax is?” You asked. “Honestly, I’m slightly surprised.” You held out your hand. “Hand me the remote and I’ll show you.”

“Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” He asked, his facial expression annoyed.

“Because Ben, it’d be more fun to show you.” Your lips turned into a smirk. “Don’t you trust me?”

Again, your response earned yet another eyeroll from him. Of course I fucking trust you, he thought. What kind of stupid question is that? “Fine.” He said, handing you the remote.

“Okay, and why couldn’t you of just told me it was just fucking porn?” He asked, his tone sounding a little annoyed with you.

“Because, I thought it would be much more fun to show you.” You turned away from the television and looked at him. “You’ve watched porn before though right? Like, I’m assuming you have cause well…you’re…well you.”

He looked at you briefly before looking back at the screen again. “Have you watched porn before?” He mumbled, mocking your tone. “Of course I fucking have.” He said, a tad louder and a bit more annoyed sounding. He turned back to face you. “Who hasn’t watched porn before?”

You shrugged. “Fair point.” You said. “You know…” you began, as you started inching your way closer to him. “As much as I’d love to continue watching this…interesting movie. There is something I’d much rather be doing.”

He smirked, his full attention on you now. “And what’s that Sweetheart?”

“Well, you did make me a promise this morning.” Your voice was low, your hand inching closer to the hem of his pants.

“I made you a lot of promises this morning.” His voice was low, but not nearly as low as yours.

“But there was one in particular.” Your fingers started slipping into the waistband of his pants as you maintained complete eye contact with him.

“You going to tell me or is it more fun to show me?” He asked, your hand made contact with his cock and you gently wrapped your hand around him. Ben slightly groaned at the contact.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “I think you know the answer.” You whispered.

Without a second to waste, he pulled his sweats down giving you slightly better access as you started moving your hand up and down. You went slow, knowing that it was killing him inside with the pace that you were going at. As he was about to open up his mouth to protest the slow pace, your head went down and you started sucking him off; a slight taste of pre-cum on your tongue. Your hand and mouth started going in tandem with each other; no longer focused on his face, but focusing on what you were doing. “Fuck,” he groaned, and he threw his head back into the couch, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and hands wrapped around him, a feeling that he’d wanted since the moment he laid his eyes on you – despite him knowing how much you hated him at first.

You released him with a pop for a moment; your hand still going. But the loss of your mouth on him caused him to open his eye to look at you. “Ben, you need to be quiet. I don’t want the whole house to hear.” You stated.

Your words gave Ben an idea, and a smirk grew on his face. “Princess, I want them to hear.”

“You…you want them to hear?” Your voice a whisper. “Why?”

“Cause I want your little friend to know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck.” His words made you audibly gulp, and you barely even knew how to respond. Weirdly, the thought turned you on.

“Okay.” Your reply hesitant. Despite the slight hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock again; your mouth and hand working in tandem again.

As you worked, the sounds that were coming out of Ben’s mouth weren’t remotely quiet; a mixture of groaning and moaning. His hand gripped your hair slightly, pulling at it gently, messing it up. Between him basically playing with your hair as you blew him, and the sounds that he was making; it encouraged you to pick up the pace a little, and you yourself felt yourself starting to get increasingly more wet. “God, your fucking mouth.” He groaned. He bucked up a little, and when he did that he let himself go; releasing himself into your mouth and down your throat. You usually weren’t a swallower but for him, you made the exception.

Once you helped him ride out his orgasm, you released him with a pop; the two of you making eye contact again. “Lay down Princess,” he demanded, “and spread those legs of yours,” he grinned.

“Yes Sir.” You said, probably a little bit too loud.

The nickname you gave him just made him grin even wider, slightly more evil looking. “Can’t wait to wreck this pussy of yours.” He said, completely pulling your shorts down in one swift movement. He eyed your bare pussy for a moment before smirking up at you, cocking a brow. “Went commando today uh?” You bit your bottom lip, nodding. “Sweetheart, if I would have known, I would have fucked you on the kitchen table this morning just to prove a point.”

“Be-” before you could speak, his point finger started to slowly dip inside of you. “Fuck.” You moaned, slightly whispering.

“You’re fucking soaked Princess.” He said, smugness in his voice. “All this just from blowing me uh?” He added a second finger as they both started going into you a bit deeper, a slight curve to them.

“Y-yes.” You moaned out; his two fingers starting to move slowly in and out of you, a similar pace you had done earlier on him.

“So, tell me this Sweetheart. Are you generally just a cock slut, or are you just a slut for my cock?”

The pace of his fingers started to pick up gingerly; no words were forming in your brain to even respond to his question. He was barely doing anything to you, and you were slightly embarrassed by the way your body was reacting to his touch, but at the same time, he actually knew what he was doing – hitting you in all the right spots. “Just…Fuck…Just for yours.”

“Just for mine what?” He added a third finger, curling them inside of you. All you could do was moan; verging on the sound of pornographic. “Need you to use your words Princess. I know how much you like to talk, don’t hold back on me now.”

“Fuck me…” you mumbled, feeling a heat rising in your cheeks. “I’m only a slut for your cock Ben.”

He clicked his tongue a few times, seeming unsatisfied with your answer. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t quite hear you.” The smugness in his voice returned, knowing that he could hear you. You knew what he really meant: your friends couldn’t hear you.

With a small groan, you spoke just a tad louder, hoping it would be loud enough to satisfy him. “I’m only a slut for you cock Ben.”

He grinned. “There it is.” He sounded so proud of himself.

“Ben I’m about to –” you came, not even finishing your sentence, your orgasm practically exploding out of you. Despite the amount of times you’ve had sex, this was the first time you could actually say that you had a mind-blowing orgasm. He continued to move his fingers in and out of you rapidly as you rid out your orgasm.

“Fucking beautiful,” he praised. “I’ll never get fucking tired of seeing a woman cum.”

As soon as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers from you, licking them clean; and you already hated the feeling of not having his fingers inside of you. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising up and down as you tried catching your breath.

Ben chuckled. “You good there Sweetheart?” He sounded amused.

“Yeah…So…Good…” your voice trailed off.

“Good, cause I’m not done with you just yet.” Before you had the chance to respond, he pulled you by your ankles, sliding you across the couch. Pulling you into his lap, both of your hands rested on his chest, slight heat radiating from it, which strangely felt good against your palms.

Your legs were spread open wide enough that you were able to straddle him; your knees on either side of his thighs resting on the couch. Without any kind of direction from him, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, tossing it to the side, leaving you completely naked; you felt even more vulnerable somehow than you did before. You leaned in, your hands on either side of his face now and kissed him; his hands automatically gripping your hips. Based on the tightness of the grip you knew you’d have bruises, and honestly – you couldn’t care less, you wanted him to leave marks.

The both of you moaned into the kiss, and you started rocking your hips gently, trying to obtain some kind of friction. He smirked against your lips. “Someone’s a little needy.” He teased. “You just came Sweetheart.”

“Yeah but…” You kissed his neck, and leaned in close to his ear, “that was on your fingers, not on your cock.”

“And you say I have the dirty mouth.” He laughed a little, removing his hands from your hips. You sat back on his thighs as he took one of his hands and wrapped it around himself, pumping it in his hand a few times. “Going to fill that pussy right up.”

“Please.” Your tone slightly begging.

“So cute when you beg.” He said, his tip teasing your entrance. “You ready for me Sweetheart?” You nodded and placed your hands on his shoulders, almost as if you were bracing yourself. As he started pushing himself inside of you, you let out a long moan, shutting your eyes. “Fucking love your moans.” He complicated, as he watched your face slightly contort. “Taking me so well too.” He chuckled. “Really are a cock slut uh?”

“Only for you.” You breathed, his cock almost fully inside of you.

“Damn right only for me.” His voice sounded slightly possessive; and the tone turned you on more than you thought it would, and he felt you clench around him. “You like that uh?” You nodded in response. “Good.”

As you started moving your hips, Ben started placing kisses between your breasts, every so often taking one of your nipples into his mouth. The noises you were making were pornographic sounding again; no words really escaping your lips, just moans. Your hand gripped the back of his head, clutching at his hair. “Ben,” you moaned, shutting your eyes as you continued to rock your hips.

He attached his lips to your neck now, slightly nipping and sucking on the skin. Not only were there going to be marks on your hips, there were going to be marks on your neck now too. “Mine,” you heard him mumble; but you weren’t entirely sure if you heard him properly.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, and he removed his lips from your neck. “You heard me,” his voice possessive again. “You’re mine now.” He said. You weren’t sure if this was bedroom talk or he actually did mean that you were his, and his alone. Either way, you loved the sound of being his – despite the slight alpha/misogynistic undertone to it.

“All yours.” You agreed. He took two of his fingers and started rubbing your clit, trying to get you closer and closer to the edge. You felt the pressure start to build, and you were insanely close to coming again. “I’m so close.”

“Can’t wait to cum inside of you Princess.” His fingers started picking up the pace, and his hip movements were starting to get erratic – he was close too.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, your own movements matching his erratic ones. “I’m about to –” as you started to cum, his lips latched onto yours, and you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m right there with you.” He said, coming closely after you. The kiss deepened as the two of you rid out your orgasms; his fingers working lazily on your clit.

“Holy shit.” You said, essentially collapsing onto him. Your forehead rested on his shoulder as your chests were pressed up against each other; his arms wrapped around your lower back, his clock still buried inside of you.

“You alright there Sweetheart?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah just…” you started breathing a little heavy again. “Don’t have your stamina.” You laughed a little. “I’ll be okay.”

“Good. Cause I can’t have you dyin’ on me.” His tone was joking, but you knew that he would be devastated if anything were to ever happen to you. Because over the course of time he had known you, he had grown to deeply care about you; and it was something that surprised the both of you – hell, it even surprised the rest of the group.

"What the fuck!" You and Ben both turned and saw Hughie standing in the doorway of the living room; his facial expression looked as though he was about to blow a gasket.

Ben rolled his eyes out of annoyance. "Do you mind?" You gently lifted yourself off of him, grabbing a nearby blanket and quickly covered yourself and Ben, although the damage was probably already done.

"Yes! Matter of fact I do mind! This is the second night in a row that I woke up because of the two of you!" He yelled; and you could of sworn you saw a vain bulging from his neck. He was pissed.

Ben laughed, amused by Hughie's reaction. "Now you know what it actually sounds like when the two of us fuck. Should of kept your mouth shut this morning kid." He grinned, and gave him a wink.

"Seriously? You guys were loud because of what I said this morning?" Hughie's voice was now annoyed. Ben simply just shrugged at his question. "You are such an asshole."

Ben shrugged again. "Worse has been said."

“Hughie I –” you began, but Ben cut you off.

"But, I can promise you this," he got up from the couch, pulling up his pants in the process as he made his way toward Hughie. He placed a hand on his shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes, grinning. "You better get used to not fucking sleeping cause your friend has one hell of a pussy and mouth on her." You didn't need to see his face to know the absolute pleasure he had saying that to your best friend.

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[fullofmeihem]

Where are the marks of your failed arts?

lies of p paring: pinocchio x reader word count: 1226 cw: i suppose it's more fluff than anything, lil angst, scars (bare minimum description of them), bare skin, reader isn't described with any traits beyond scars, can be seen as platonic or romantic idc

a/n: second real post lets gooo, i mentioned in a response to an ask but yeah, requests are open rn. i just beat the fuckin swamp boss in my play through y'all, it was sO GROSs, my streams are getting shorter too ;c im tired

Pinocchio was no longer new to change, in fact, change was welcome in his new-found appreciation for the good of the world. Making decisions, while difficult, was a beautiful and complicated process of life. Some decisions hurt more than others, some hurt less. Many of the decisions he had made so far have been social, many of his physical situations didn't allow room for choices.

But he had noticed a difference in his ability to choose while fighting alongside you. A Stalker, human. Your choices aligned with him within those social situations, a silent agreement to minimize the hurt of your collective friends; protecting their hearts as you already did their bodies.

Your worlds coexisted peacefully for a short, yet beautiful time, until his world had broken from the rules they lived by, thrust into the world of rage and submerged anguish. The two of you hadn't met until after the devastation of the frenzy, he'd met you while you had been fighting against The Parade Master.

He could recall it like it was yesterday.

He'd rushed up the stairs and entered the arena-like area after hearing a loud crash, alerted that something sounded off in the area by the merchant outside of the entrance.

You had just been thrown into the metal fence lining the battleground, the metal behind you dented with the force of the puppet's throw. He was quick to notice the multiple other dents within the fence, the fight hadn't been easy for you.

And yet, you got back up.

Blood dribbled its way down your chin as you stumbled back to your feet.

The Parade Master had taken quite the beating, so with one more hit from you it seemed to be done for... It was never that easy. The Parade Master's mask would crack and fall to the floor as it roared with a new rage, a new desire for victory. The puppet was hungry for its win.

Pinocchio had to step in, no longer held back by the amazement of your resilience.

The two of your beat the larger puppet with ease once there were two sources of damage. While the rest of the track to the hotel wasn't easy--this is where Pinocchio learned humans don't heal as quickly as he does--you two had made it.

Tense moments constantly followed the two of you throughout your journey, with almost every battle you'd earned a new wound. These healing injuries would have you holding back in the upcoming fights you needed to face.

With your close travels came trust that ascended beyond battle buddies, you'd become companions. Because of this, you knew very well that Pinocchio could fight most, if not all, of these battles on his own. The insistence of Antonia and Geppetto had you kept in the hotel for the past few weeks, leaving your companion to fight by himself.

At first, it was weird for Pinocchio. He was used to your taunting calls, beckoning your human enemies to mess up and allow for easy openings. He had become accustomed to your anger when a few puppets were being particularly difficult. Occasionally, he had to work around your recklessness, mind-numbing pain sometimes overrode your better judgement. The uniqueness of your person kept him on his toes, and it was a comforting thing for a special creation of man.

But now being on the field felt wrong. Your banter, or often mindless chatter, was a human experience in a world of destruction.

So, a few weeks into your journey of healing, Pinocchio decided to spend some time within the hotel as well.

Pinocchio was wandering the expensive halls when he stopped outside of the wooden door to your room, staring at the material for a moment longer than he usually did. He took the moment as a sign to knock.

You called, asking who it was, when there was a lack of an answer Pinocchio heard you laugh quietly before granting him permission to enter your room.

Bare skin was not a new sight for the puppet, occasionally on the field you'd need to rip your shirt to wrap a wound, or maybe a pant leg, depended on the situation. So he approached in his typical fashion: unbothered.

However, Pinocchio finally noticed things he had yet to about you. Since the situation held no immediate danger, he had allowed himself to study your form, becoming aware of raised or engraved patterns along your skin. Your skin was lighter along some scars, darker along others, again, depended on the situation in which you earned the permanent prize.

Your eyes trailed his, watching what he saw. Your gaze shifted when he brought a hand to your arm, tracing one of your deeper scars with his eerily real synthetic skin.

"I was distracted then," You'd respond to his touch, his eyes would meet yours, "Could've cost me the arm." Your shrug concerned him.

Pinocchio would switch where his fingers lay, tracing a scar along the front of your torso. You let him, noticing how his expression shifted, how his eyebrows pinched towards each other. You knew he remembered how you received this one.

"It wasn't your fault," Reassurance laced your words, though the puppet shook his head. You wouldn't be able to change his mind even if he agreed.

This continued for a while, his fingers would run over, trace, and circle your scars and you would explain how you got them or watch as he battled himself in his mind. There were moments where you wished he'd tell you what he thought, but he was a puppet of little words, and you could understand him through the shifts of his expression.

Finally, his hand would trace over one of your larger scars, one engraved into your back.

You would smile a little, knowing where his hand lay in the maze of your scars.

"Do you remember when we met, P?" Your question was ridiculous to him, of course he did, "That one's from then." You would finish your thought after letting the silence sit in the air for just a moment longer.

Pinocchio would trail his fingers along the main puncture scar, followed by the lesser but still deep scratch scars from your encounter with The Parade Master. He would recall seeing this scar every now and then, aware of its presence. But, the puppet had never been this close to the wound. Eugenie had first taken care of you when the both of you arrived at the hotel, you'd nearly passed out from blood loss.

The softest of smiles graces his features as he remembers how insistent you were about joining him in his journey, even while injured from your first encounter. Sophia had been so against the idea, but she couldn't stop you.

You glanced over your shoulder when Pinocchio's fingers came to a halt, taking in his smile.

"What's so funny, P?" You'd tease, a brow raising at his expression. Soon, you'd lose the warmth of his synthetic skin against your scarred skin.

"Always so persistent, your spirit is admirable," His eyes would meet yours once again, a glint of appreciation present in his expression.

His words would take you for surprise, always a puppet of few words. Nevertheless, you couldn't help but smile as well. He was right, after all, the human spirit was always so persistent.

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[copajay]

high society

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HAPPY NEW YEARSSS im going through a bridgerton phase rn and was reminded of my quarantine obsession w jane austen and enhypen so here's a jake period piece :P

summary: it's the early 19th century regency era, you belong to a well-known noble family but your father has been noticing a decline in his finances. determined to save the estate and his honor, he encourages you to mingle with any and every suitable bachelor in your town to secure the family fortune through marriage. none of them catch your eye, until you meet park sunghoon...'s stableman. (not proofread)

date: 01/01/24

scenario themes: period piece, rich girl broke dude cliche

idol: jake sim or sim jaeyun of enhypen

concept: fluff

warnings: mentions of hitting women (nothing crazy i swear)

word count: 7.28k

it was a typical sunday morning, you woke up in your satin sheets, calling to your servants to ready you for the day. after getting dressed and having your hair fixed, you made your way down the stairs to enjoy breakfast with your family as usual.

you've always enjoyed a life of luxury. belonging to a dignified household constantly bustling with an array of servants, housekeepers, cooks, and more, you never felt any need to marry.

why go from such a grand, happy estate to a smaller one to live with complete strangers as opposed to the hands that practically raised you? why abandon your daily latin lessons with your governess to listen to your mother-in-law lecture you about producing an heir?

luckily, you were the youngest daughter of six siblings, three girls and three boys. your brothers ensured your family name would survive and your sisters provided your parents with plenty of marriage proposals to occupy themselves with. there was absolutely no reason for you to be wed any time soon.

at least that's what you thought before you sat down to breakfast. "good morning, y/n" your mother greeted. "good morning mother, father." you acknowledged the man sitting across the table from you, occupied with a small journal in his hands.

as you were about to take a sip of your morning tea, you heard your father sigh, exasperated. "what seems to be the matter, father?" your elder sister asked, eyeing the journal.

"i'm simply going over finances. there's no need to panic as it is a matter of little emergency. we will need to find a new source of income by next sunday, and since your lazy and careless brothers cannot be bothered to fulfill their duties as men, it is up to you girls to marry men who can." he asserted.

unaffected, you continued to pick at your breakfast. you have two older sisters who are perfectly fit to wed, why should you worry?

"we have already begun looking for matches for catherine and y/n." your mother noted. your head shot up upon hearing your name, "pardon me?" you exclaimed, "what about arabella? she's the eldest of all of us."

"we have been looking for a suitor for arabella for a twelvemonth now. she is clearly unfit to be a bride, just look at her!" your mother began, prompting your oldest sibling to roll her eyes.

arabella has always been... unladylike to say the least. she sported breeches while horse riding and insisted on discussing politics and sports instead of more suitable feminine topics. it's no surprise most of the men in this age couldn't stand her.

you personally never minded. she did a better job educating you than your own governess, reading controversial female literature to you and encouraging you to avoid marriage for as long as you can, which you gladly did.

unfortunately, you weren't as forward as arabella. you wouldn't dare disagree with your parents like her, recalling how she boldly rejected a marriage proposal from a wealthy lord, angering your father.

you bit your tongue to prevent a protest from leaving your lips. what are the odds you'll actually find someone? all you have to do is push away all the suitors long enough for catherine to find someone. after all, she was a model young lady: quiet, pretty enough, and obedient.

you, on the other hand, could only be described as spoiled and insolent. perhaps not as impertinent as arabella, but you were definitely sassy in your own right. most men found your attitude off-putting and made empty threats to "whip you into shape".

"enough of this discussion. we will be attending a ball tonight in an attempt to mingle with some members of high society. I expect you girls to be on your best behavior. and be sure to invite any potential bachelors to our estate for tea!" your mother rambled.

you were undoubtedly annoyed at the circumstances, but oh how you loved getting ready for functions like these. wearing your nicest gowns, displaying your expensive jewelry and unique hair styles. then, actually arriving at the formal and being able to listen to delightful pianoforte and dance with strangers.

the ball was being held by the park estate, renowned throughout the province for being incredibly wealthy. the parks had four sons, two of whom were already married. which left sunghoon and jay as the biggest targets of every unmarried girl within a ten kilometer radius.

they were quite handsome, but you weren't interested in either. perhaps they'd make good matches for catherine, supplying your family with an alarming amount of wealth and allowing you to remain a happy spinster for the rest of your days.

before you knew it, it was time to ready yourself for the ball. excitedly, you threw on your finest corset and carefully selected your prettiest lavender gown, pairing it with a dainty pearl set.

as you situated yourself in the carriage with your sisters and mother, you couldn't help but zone out as they excitedly discussed meeting the park brothers. "i hope jay asks me for a dance!" catherine giggled, prompting arabella to shift uncomfortably.

she always seemed to react a bit oddly to any mentions of jay. you honestly didn't mind him, he's generous and far more liberal than most men. maybe not liberal enough for arabella, but you suppose nobody is.

by the time you reached the park estate, you excitedly jumped out of the carriage first, rushing into the doors of the large manor. you're not one to be impressed by ostentatious displays of wealth, but by God was this place striking.

marble and gold mosaic lined the interior walls with chandeliers latched onto the high ceilings, illuminating the magnificent paintings along the walls. a group of musicians was situated in the corner of the large room, playing loudly as dozens of ladies and lords conversed, dressed to the nines.

you looked to your left and noticed arabella fiddling with her dress. grasping her hand, you smiled before sighing, "isn't it beautiful?"

she playfully rolled her eyes, "it is, but not beautiful enough to marry into this mad family. don't fall for whatever trap mother and father are attempting to catch you in." she warned.

"yes, yes, I know. can't you just enjoy the ball?" you pleaded. she simply shook her head and announced that she would be heading to the garden for some solitude. as odd as she is, your sister is dear to you and you'd like to see her happily settled down with a good man one day.

turning, you were greeted with the sight of park sunghoon. great. you could see your mother eyeing you in your peripheral vision so now you had to acknowledge him.

"hello, sunghoon." you half-smiled and curtsied. he bowed in response, "good evening, y/n. would you care to join me for a dance?" he asked, extending his arm to you. i'd rather eat dirt. "I would love to." you took his arm.

it's not like you dislike sunghoon. he's a proper gentleman. he enjoys hunting and composing music, he's tall, handsome, and not to mention extremely well-off. but he bored you to no end, and he was very old-fashioned.

you vividly remember overhearing a conversation between him and your brothers, where he proudly claimed he would spank arabella until she behaved if he was her husband. you also remember jay getting quite upset at him afterward.

"i heard your parents were looking to give your hand" he started, interrupting your thoughts. "yes, it appears so." you responded, absentmindedly. "have you met anyone suitable yet?" he carefully continued.

you weren't an idiot. it's apparent sunghoon has had a sort of infatuation with you for a while now. "no, not yet." you sighed. you didn't miss how his eyebrow raised. uncomfortable, you decided to excuse yourself, "I need to freshen up. would you mind pointing me in the direction of the bath?"

"certainly." he responded, sounding rather annoyed. after showing you the way, you practically sprinted out the door in your heels, desperate to get away from the smell of his headache-inducing fragrance.

you spotted a greenhouse and deduced it must be close to the garden, where arabella should be. making your way there, you stopped in your tracks when you heard a clanging noise followed by muffled shushes.

deciding to investigate, you inched closer to the source of the sound and nearly yelped at the sight.

you saw arabella and jay embracing one another. but not just embracing. they were fondling, kissing, grasping at one another. it was quite possibly the most lewd thing you've ever seen.

you didn't know what to say or how to react. so you turned and ran in the opposite direction, praying neither of them saw you. unfortunately for you, you're completely unfamiliar with the grounds and ended up running headfirst into a door.

you fell on the ground with a pounding pain in your temple. sitting up, you looked around for a clue as to where you were but to no avail. you were too dumbfounded at the sight you just witnessed to process anything else.

thankfully, you heard footsteps rushing to where you were and a strong pair of arms lifting you up. "are you alright, ma'am?" the stranger's voice fretted.

"yes, yes I--arabella. OH MY GOODNESS ARABELLA. you have to help me sir." you grasped at the thin, cloth shirt the boy opposite you was wearing.

"who's arabella? what's wrong?" the man asked. you noticed he had a very peculiar accent, one that sounded more akin to commoners. his clothing was quite dirty as well. he must've been a new servant, probably a stablehand.

"my sister. she was--he--jay was... doing something to her." you rasped. it wasn't long before the man began chuckling. "oh yes, they do that quite often."

he slowly released his grip on you and stepped back. "you need not worry about her. would you like assistance heading back to the ball, ma'am?"

he turned around before you even responded, heading towards the manor before you grabbed his arm. "wait. i would actually prefer to stay out here."

you must sound like an idiot. and the puzzled look on the boy's face only affirms that. the truth is you just don't want to have to deal with your mother pressuring you and sunghoon's advances.

"what's your name?" you asked the servant, changing the topic. "jake, ma'am." he responded swiftly. "you need not call me ma'am. y/n will do just fine." you shot jake a smile.

you're not sure why you enjoy this boy's presence so much. perhaps it's his puppy-like eyes or his soft voice. "well, y/n," jake prompted.

just hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. what has gotten into you? he's a stablehand. a servant.

"i suggest we go inside as it is exceedingly cold out. we wouldn't want you to develop an illness" he sympathized. he led you into the dimly lit stables, where you could get a better look at him.

he had thick pink lips and long black hair that nearly covered his eyes. his nose was long and tall and he had highly defined cheekbones coupled with a sharp jawline. he was dangerously handsome.

you caught yourself staring at him and got a bit embarrassed before you noticed that his eyes kept darting down at you and away, nervously. you looked down to see your corset was disheveled after your fall, revealing a bit of your cleavage.

screaming, you threw your purse at him while attempting to cover yourself. was this stableboy about to do to you whatever jay was doing with your sister?

he put his hands up above his head as if to surrender and apologized profusely. "i'm so, so sorry ma'am! I meant to mention it earlier but I was a bit apprehensive as I didn't want to offend you-"

you steadied yourself a bit seeing how anxious jake looked. attempting to console him, you held his shaking hands. poor thing probably thought you were going to get him whipped, or worse.

"it's fine. I'm just a bit on edge after... never mind that. could you please explain to me what I saw jay doing with my sister? it is still heavy on my mind." you hesitated.

jake began looking bashful again. "when two people are overcome by lust, they tend to... fornicate." he explained awkwardly. you gasped. you weren't familiar with what fornication actually looked like, but you knew it was a great shame.

"please, please don't tell anyone." you begged him, still gripping onto his hands. "of course, not, ma'am--y/n. it's not my business to tell." he assured.

smiling, you let go of his hands. the two of you stood in comfortable silence for a while, looking out the doors to the stable at the starry sky and beautiful garden underneath it.

jake broke the silence first, "i believe it's time for you to return to the ball. your family must be getting worried."

your mood immediately soured. you wanted nothing less than to return to the ball you were once so excited to attend, especially because it was now a matchmaking event for your parents.

"right." you straightened down your gown. "do you think you could... help me adjust my corset before I go?" you cautioned. the truth is you could've easily fixed it yourself, you just wanted another excuse to be close to jake again.

he shuffled behind you before fastening one of the buttons on your top that had come undone. his hands were shaky yet his grip was firm. your breath hitched as he gently moved your hair to the side.

the tension was palpable, and before you knew it, you had turned around and were face to face with jake. your noses were nearly touching and you felt an electric shock travel from your stomach to your head.

feeling lightheaded, you moved a bit closer. you could hear his breathing speed up.

the next thing you know your lips were touching his. you knew this wasn't right, that this was not only a shameful thing to do as an unmarried woman, but with a stablehand of all people?

but in that moment, you couldn't care less. you attempted to deepen the kiss awkwardly but it was apparent you had no idea what you were doing. he didn't seem to mind though, reciprocating your efforts.

you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. panicking, you pulled away. you didn't miss how jake seemed to lean in again subconsciously, which almost prompted you to jump back into his arms.

but you were way too terrified of getting caught. without thinking, you ducked behind a bale of hay. holding back a laugh, jake turned to face the front of the stables where arabella and jay walked in. arabella was wearing trousers and a linen shirt that she must've had on under her gown.

"jake, ready two horses at once." jay ordered, sternly. "of course, master jay." jake obediently answered.

"are you sure about this, jay?" arabella whispered, tugging on the boy's sleeve. "we have no other choice, you know my parents won't approve of you." he insisted sympathetically, grasping onto her hands.

were they about to elope?

jake handed jay the reigns to two separate horses. jay simply smiled and thanked him before handing one of the horses over to arabella. "I wish I could've at least told my baby sister." she sighed.

rage built up inside of you. how could she keep this from you? she definitely doesn't have to tell you now because you're going to make it known that you're well aware.

you jumped up from behind the hay like a madwoman, your corset still slightly a mess with straw in your hair. "arabella! how could you?" you yelled accusingly.

yelping, your sister quickly covered her mouth. "y/n, what on earth are you doing in here?" she retorted, still slightly shocked. "never mind that. were you about to elope... with him?" you motioned over to jay.

"y/n, I'm not sure what you think of me at this moment but I assure you it was for the best-" he started. "I don't care. unhand my sister at once." you seethed. "y/n! do not speak to him that way!" arabella defended.

you were furious. arabella, your tomboy and supposed spinster of a sister was secretly fornicating with jay park and now she was planning on eloping with him.

jake looked awkwardly between you and your sister as jay held his head down. you and arabella on the other hand were having a heated stare-down.

"if you stay, i won't tell a soul about this. if you leave, I will tell the entire county and a search party will be sent for the two of you within an hour. it's your decision." you growled.

sighing, arabella shot jay a knowing look to which he nodded in agreement. "we will stay. but if you know what's best for you, you'll be quiet." she warned. you wanted to scoff at her threat, but you knew it would just fan the flames all over again.

jay suggested heading back to the ball as the three of you had been out long enough. after jake led you through the servant's staircase, the three of you joined the party once again, luckily right before it was about to end.

sunghoon caught your eye right as you were leaving, and of course, your mother happened to be right in front of you when he approached you. "y/n! i've been looking for you the whole night. I was hoping to get a second dance," he slurred, it was evident he had one too many glasses of port wine.

"perhaps next time, sunghoon." you grumbled. your mother sent him an apologetic look before waving goodbye.

fortunately, there were two carriages sent to retrieve you and your family after your mother complained that the one was too cramped. unfortunately, mother and catherine jumped into the first one, leaving you and arabella alone in the second.

you honestly couldn't bare looking at her, let alone speaking to her on the way home, so you opted for staring out at the countryside through the small window.

"why were you in the stables?" arabella began. you shot her an annoyed look. "i know you're upset with me, y/n, but you wouldn't understand what it's like to be in love with someone you can't be with. it's unbearable."

"no. maybe I don't. but I do know that it's wrong to leave behind your loved ones. besides, you and jay nearly had an arrangement! was there really a need to go and do all this? mother practically begged you to be with him-"

"and his parents couldn't stand me. they told him he could never marry such an uncouth woman." she sputtered, tears forming at her eyes.

your heart hurt for your sister, but you were still far too upset to embrace her. "the stablehand, jake." you blurted.

she looked up at you, confused. "i saw you and jay..." you explained, prompting arabella to look away once again in shame. "...and I ended up hitting my head on the stable doors somehow. jake came out to help me and we somehow ended up kissing." you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

arabella's mouth opened slightly, before it closed and formed a smile. "do you like him?" she chided like a small child.

that was one of the things you loved so much about your sister. she was never judgemental, always open to hearing whatever you had to say.

"I believe I do." you smiled sadly, "but it would never work. he's a servant for crying out loud."

"do you want to see him again?" she asked, unexpectedly. you nodded before seeing a mischievous glint in her eye. she smiled widely and made a proclamation, "how's this? I help you hide your meetings with jake and you help me with jay. it may not be a long term solution but it would help, wouldn't it?"

"what about mother's obsession with marrying me off?" you huffed. "she's not obsessed with just you marrying. besides, sunghoon alone is wealthy enough to fix our financial woes. let's set him up with catherine, convincing her to set her sights on him." she stated.

springing up from your seat, you held your sister while cheering, "genius! you're a genius!" causing her to laugh and cheer as well.

that night you couldn't sleep. your mind kept replaying the kiss between you and jake. you could still feel the ghost of his soft lips on yours. giggling to yourself, you realized you probably look like a madwoman. yet, you didn't really mind. all you cared about was seeing jake again.

the next morning you mentally prepared yourself as you made your way down to breakfast. all you have to do is fib a bit to your family, it can’t possibly be that hard.

making eye contact with arabella as you waltzed down the stairs, you held back a smile before greeting your parents.

“mother, you’ll be delighted to know that i believe i’ve found my match.” you announced, rather dramatically. your mother nearly dropped her spoon upon hearing the good news, and your father simply smiled and asked, “who is it, my dear?”

“jay park.” you grinned, watching as arabella shot you a mischievous wink from across the dining table. “i was thinking we could perhaps have a luncheon at the park residence today. sunghoon also made it very apparent to me that he has been showing an interest in one of my sisters,”

this caught the attention of catherine.

“which one of us?” catherine yelped. “clearly not arabella,” your younger brother snickered, earning a light smack to the back of the head from your sister.

“he… erm, didn’t say. which is why we must find out today at the luncheon!” you stammered. as unconvincing as you sounded, your parents and siblings seemed to fully believe you, which meant your plan was now in motion.

from that day on, you and arabella were able to make your way to the park’s estate nearly daily by lying.

part of you felt guilty, but that guilt was alleviated as soon as you felt jake’s warm embrace. the two of you would lay in the garden some days, and sneak around the manor on other days, using the servant passageways.

you would constantly cover up for arabella as she would for you. and to your surprise, you witnessed a romance slowly blooming between catherine and sunghoon.

“what are your plans for the future? would you like to start a family, settle down in the countryside? or would you like to move into the city, somewhere in london perhaps?” you asked jake. you were sitting in the shade of a large oak tree behind the park manor with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers aimlessly through his soft hair.

he laughed lightly, “i always assumed I’d be stuck here forever, picking up horse dung.”

you felt a pang of hurt in your chest, being reminded of the harsh reality of being a servant. “surely that can’t be. don’t you have a home? where is your family residing?” you asked.

“of course i have a home,” jake started as he slowly got up from your lap. you immediately felt the cool breeze hit your lap in the absence of his warmth. “it’s in the southern part of town, my parents and brother own a bakery near there, on 5th street.” he smiled to himself.

“why didn’t you work in the bakery?” you prodded. you felt a bit nosy, but you were genuinely curious. “we were hardly making anything, it seems like nobody has enough to even spend on bread anymore. I had to find a job elsewhere and this seemed to be the only option.”

you felt a sense of guilt wash over you. you were so used to your own servants hanging on your every whim yet you never wondered about their livelihood. with income running low, father cut their salaries which you’re sure was already low.

“enough of that.” jake coughed, visibly uncomfortable, “will you read to me?”

you smiled, grabbing the long-forgotten novel in the grass behind you.

everything was running smoothly until the parks decided to come over for tea one eventful afternoon. you happily greeted lord and lady park along with their two youngest sons as they sat down in the drawing room.

you were only excited to see jay so you could cryptically ask about any developments concerning jake. unfortunately, you wouldn’t have any time to as your parents did most of the talking.

“so, i hear that jay and y/n are getting on quite well,” lady park beamed. your mother nodded vigorously in approval while you and jay feigned bashfulness.

“i also heard good news about sunghoon and my dear catherine.” your father added, to which lord park raised his cup to.

it was a typical, and rather boring, conversation until sunghoon decided to pipe in, “i always presumed i would end up with y/n,” he said casually, chuckling to himself.

catherine suddenly looked to mother, shocked. “i thought you were interested in catherine, mr. park.” your mother quipped.

“oh, of course. but that is a much more recent development. i’ve been pandering after y/n since we were kids for christ sake.”

your mother glared at you, clearly upset with your lying but at least you could cover it up by claiming you were too occupied with jay to notice sunghoon’s advances.

coughing awkwardly, your father suddenly stood up, brushing himself off. “lady l/n and i have long thought about this decision, and wanted to ask you personally instead of relying on correspondence.” once he had everyone in the room’s attention, he continued,

“we believe y/n and jay should be wed by tomorrow.”

you froze. you watched as jay and sunghoon’s jaws dropped and the elder parks began to protest. tomorrow?

“as happy as we all are that our children are getting on, don’t you think tomorrow is making haste?” lady park commented, but your father insisted, “we don’t need to plan the grand ceremony just yet, but an intimate procession in which legal and religious matters are sorted would be nice to get out of the way, wouldn’t it?”

you knew exactly why your father was so desperate to get you married by tomorrow as it would be saturday, meaning you had only tomorrow to correct the family finances.

“with all due respect, i feel like this is a bit rushed. jay and i haven’t fully gotten to know each other yet. don’t you think sunghoon and catherine would make a better match?” you suggested, your voice shaky.

“nonsense. you’ve gone over to the park’s nearly every day this week, spending hours there each visit. surely you’ve gotten to know him enough.” your mother insisted.

“then it is set. the two are to be wed tomorrow, let us discuss the details!” lady park shared gleefully.

you couldn’t bare listening any longer. wordlessly, you stood up, heading to your room, passing by arabella who was eavesdropping by the steps.

“she must be nervous.” your father announced after your departure.

once you found your way to your bed you collapsed. what were you going to do? how were you going to tell jake? you felt hopeless.

you heard a knock on your door. then another one, this time more impatient. “come in.” you groaned, ready to unleash your wrath on whoever walked in.

“are you alright, miss l/n? i heard a large slam coming from this direction.” an elderly maid asked innocently.

seeing her familiar face calmed your nerves. she had been working around the house for as long as you can remember, but she looked much more tired now. you thought back to your conversation with jake and realized how little you seemed to notice her condition weaken over time.

christ, you didn’t even know her name.

“i’m fine,” you smiled. “um, could you please set up a carriage for me? if you’d like, i’d prefer it if you joined me.” you suggested.

she looked taken aback but quickly composed herself, “yes of course, miss l/n.”

it wasn’t long before the carriage was drawn and you and your maid stepped inside. “where to, miss l/n?” she asked, “the bakery on 5th street, i believe it is located south of here.”

“pardon me miss l/n, but isn’t fetching bread a servant’s job?” she hesitated. “please just call me y/n, and i plan on doing more than simply ‘fetching bread’” you responded reassuringly.

she nodded and the two of you set course for the bakery. along the way, you decided to learn more about the maid. you found out that her name is agatha, she was aged three and forty, had three kids of her own, and had been working for your family since you were born.

once you arrived, you and agatha stepped into the nearly empty building. the only person you saw was a young man behind the counter who you assumed was jake’s brother.

“good afternoon, ma’am. how can i be of assistance?” the boy greeted, dusting off his flour-covered hands on the counter.

“i’d like to purchase ten loaves of bread.” you beamed. agatha glanced over at you, confused. “that would be ten shillings, ma’am” he smiled. he looked strikingly similar to jake when he did so.

“who on earth could be buying that much bread-” you heard a familiar voice emerge from behind the counter. you were surprised to see jake wearing much more casual clothing than you’re used to seeing him in, holding a loaf of steaming bread.

he stopped upon seeing you, quickly pulling himself together. “my apologies… ma’am.” he nearly whispered before disappearing back into the kitchen. for the rest of the time he popped in and out the two of you did your best to ignore one another.

after nearly half an hour of waiting, your order was finished. as you loaded the loaves into the carriage with the help of jake and his brother, you felt the sudden urge to tell jake about your impending marriage.

unfortunately, you couldn’t find a way to without raising the suspicions of either agatha or his brother, so you thanked the both of them and went on your way. hopefully it would all be sorted out and he’d never have to know.

once alone with agatha, you handed the loaves to her. “please distribute these among the servant’s families, and keep one for your own. I’d like to make a quick stop before i return.” you shared. “of course, where to?” she asked.

“your home.” you answered casually. “miss l/n-”

“y/n.” you corrected. “y/n, is something the matter? i apologize if i’m speaking too freely but you have been behaving a bit oddly today.” agatha nervously shared.

“yes actually, there is a cause for great concern. i am to be wed tomorrow to a man i have no affection for meanwhile i am hopelessly in love with a stableboy.” you stated carelessly.

you yourself are unsure of why you decided to confide in agatha but you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders once you did.

“I’m sorry to hear that. i hope for the best for you always, you know you’ve always been my favorite of your siblings.” she half-joked, lightening the mood.

you couldn’t help but laugh, and before you knew it, the two of you were joking with each other like old friends.

once you arrived at agatha’s house you handed her two shillings. “this is double your salary for the day. take off early, i insist. neither mother or father will hear a word of this, i swear.” you said, clasping her hand in your own.

her expression turned to one of immense gratitude and she rushed to hug you. before you could react, she pulled away, apologizing repeatedly.

you simply pulled her back in, embracing her even tighter. she bid you farewell as she stepped out of the carriage and you began to make your way back as the sun set.

arriving home, you were greeted with the sight of your parents standing behind the front gates, visibly furious.

“where were you all this time? it is nearly dark and you did not notify anyone of your departure. my goodness, and you set off alone!” your mother gasped.

“is this how a lady is to act before she is about to be married? you better correct yourself before jay catches onto this scandalous behavior.” father boomed.

you grumbled a “yes, father” before hurrying inside, back to your chambers. you were surprised to see arabella waiting anxiously on your bed.

“where were you?” she jumped up. “nowhere important.” you shrugged. “christ, i thought you had eloped!” your sister exclaimed. to be frank, you were beginning to consider it as an option.

“nonsense. i won’t be eloping just like i won’t be marrying jay.”

you saw her face drop at the mention of her lover. “sister,” you sat beside her, “i promise you we will fix this mess together.”

“but how?” arabella sighed. “i say we convince sunghoon and catherine to marry instead of jay and i.” you shared.

your sister raised an eyebrow at your proposal, “how on earth will we do that?”

“we have to tell them the truth about you and jay.” you declared. you could see a glimpse of fear in arabella’s eyes, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit afraid yourself. “fine.” she agreed. you held her hand tightly as she confided in you the rest of the night.

the following morning, the park’s estate was bustling, the servants all gossiping about jay’s new match. jake was never one to listen to rumors going around but he was particularly interested in this one, wondering if arabella had finally gotten through to lord and lady park.

“i hear the bride is the youngest daughter, y/n.” one of the cooks shared excitedly. jake froze. “where did you hear that?” he suddenly asked. “from the tailor that was fitting her dress. apparently they’re going to have a small, intimate ceremony at the church today-”

before she could finish her sentence, jake sprinted to the stables and began saddling the nearest horse.

he didn’t know what he was going to do once he arrived at the church, or even what would happen to him afterwards, but he didn’t care. he refused to stand by as you married someone else.

while at the church, you fiddled with your veil anxiously. arabella assured you that she would speak with sunghoon and catherine without mentioning anything about jake.

it was nearly time for the ceremony to begin and you were starting to worry that something had gone wrong.

suddenly, the door to the room you were in burst open, revealing catherine and arabella. “quick! give me your veil and remove your dress!” catherine ordered.

while rapidly exchanging clothes with your sister, arabella filled you in, “the couple agreed to our plan upon hearing about mine and jay’s story. sunghoon made a rather dramatic declaration of love to catherine before jay could even stand at the alter and luckily, our parents decided that these two were more deserving to be wed.”

you let out a huge sigh of relief. you were able to evade marriage with jay, but how much longer could you keep this lie up?

arabella led you down to the area where the ceremony would be held and within a few minutes, catherine made her way to the alter.

the two shared last-minute vows and right as the officiant asked if there were any objections the door to the church flew open.

“stop! stop the ceremony!” a disheveled jake panted. everyone in the room’s jaws flew open except your own. you didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed at his commitment to you in this very moment.

“what is the meaning of this, boy?” lord park boomed. “i’m in love with her, sir.” jake confessed, pointing at your veiled sister. you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and lay there.

jay coughed, nodding his head in your direction, prompting jake to make eye contact with you. as soon as he saw you, his mouth made an o-shape.

you couldn’t take it anymore, standing up dramatically and declaring “he meant me. he’s in love with me and I’m in love with him.”

just when you thought the situation couldn’t possibly worsen, your mother fainted.

at this point the church was a noisy, swarming mess. lady park and arabella attempted to calm your mother after she regained consciousness and became hysterical while your father had to be held back by his sons and lord park from attacking jake. catherine was sobbing in the corner and the officiant simply stared awestryck at the scene unfolding in front of him.

while everyone was distracted, you grabbed jake’s hand and ran out the church doors. the two of you mounted the horse he rode over and ran off in a random direction.

you looked back once to see everyone emerging from the church, frantically looking for you and jake.

“where are we going?” jake asked, clearly on edge. “keep going until we’re too far for them to catch us.” you ordered.

you ended up stopping nearby a small field. dismounting the horse, you noticed a large tear in his shirt. “how did that happen?” you asked, worried.

“your father ripped it open at the church.”

for some indescribable reason, that sentence alone made you both burst into laughter. perhaps it was the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

as jake laughed, you noticed how his nose slightly crinkled, how all his teeth showed, how his eyes closed and his head was thrown back childishly.

you realized just how much you had fallen for him, and how little you could care about your family’s blessings.

“i love you.” you blurted. you quickly placed your hands over your lips as if it would take back what you said. sure it had been implied before, but you had never said those three words to his face. to anyone’s face, really.

“i love you, too.” he whispered, now moving closer to you. the two of you shared a short kiss, breaking apart before leaning back in again.

this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate. his hands travelled to your lower back as yours cupped his jaw.

you felt yourself desperately moving more and more forward, still not feeling close enough to him. he pulled away first, leaving you gasping for air.

“what are we going to do?” he asked, out of breath. “we’re going to get married.” you responded firmly.

grabbing his hand, you hoisted yourself up on the horse once again, patting the seat behind you. “are you sure about this?” he asked, hesitant.

you nodded wordlessly as he seated himself beside you. you charged back in the direction you had just come from.

you, the girl who never cared for marriage, were now determined to fight for your right to marry the man of your dreams.

you made it back to the church within minutes, spotting your both enraged and confused family standing outside.

arabella saw you first, rushing over. “you should have left, y/n. father is going to murder the both of you.” she warned.

you ignored her, walking up to lord and lady park. before you could open your mouth, you felt a harsh grip on your arm, yanking you back, “not only have you sent your mother into a frenzy, you have bought immense shame upon our family with this illicit affair. i am disgusted to call you my daughter.” your father spat.

“don’t speak to her like that.” jake threatened, moving closer to your father.

“enough of this, lord l/n. i have an enormous headache from today. it is safe to say no arrangements will be made between our children. boys, let us leave at once.” lord park commanded.

neither jay nor sunghoon moved, prompting lord park to repeat himself. again, no reaction.

“oh for christ’s sake. i understand sunghoon being a bit hesitant but this girl is clearly not right for you jay-”

“i wish to marry arabella.” jay announced, “and i don’t care if she doesn’t meet your standards. i refuse to leave the church grounds until she is made my wife.”

“neither shall i until catherine and i are wed.” sunghoon chimed in.

“and neither will i until you give my hand to jake and only jake.” you challenged, looking your father in the eye.

“this is nonsense. what has gotten into you kids?” lady park objected. your mother fainted once again, but this time nobody seemed to pay her any mind.

the officiant peeked his head out from the door, “if you’d like, i can officiate the three weddings for the price of just two.”

you saw your father become visibly more upset at the mention of pricing and were reminded of the reason your parents were so adamant on getting you married in the first place.

“father, if arabella marries jay and catherine marries sunghoon, our income nearly doubles. we won’t have to worry about our finances any longer. what is stopping you then from allowing me to marry jake?” you plead, desperate.

“he is a servant. a stablehand, y/n. below a commoner. it was a grave error on your end to even look his way.” he scoffed.

“he’s no longer a servant of mine,” lord park added, rubbing his temples, “not after this mess.”

“then he is now a baker.” you quipped. “pardon me?” your father asked, irritated. “his family owns a bakery so therefore he is a baker. not a servant. i don’t see any reason as to why i cannot marry him now?”

“just let them bloody marry.” lady park cursed just as your mother came back to her senses, causing her to fall unconscious yet again.

“fine.” your father sighed, “but you will not be living on any of my estates.”

“i will give them one of mine.” jay interjected, patting jake on the shoulder.

after that, the ceremony continued. this time with three brides, two disgruntled father-in-laws, and a single annoyed lady (as the other is still passed out).

fast forward to a few months later, you and your parents have reconciled although your father is still weary of jake.

the two of you have settled into your new estate, courtesy of jay. jake is back to working at his family bakery, which has seen a large increase in profit. you also decided to appoint agatha as the head housekeeper in your new home.

jay and arabella are happily married, as are catherine and sunghoon. your family’s finances have improved greatly and you couldn’t be happier for your parents.

you reflected on how drastically your life has changed within the span of a year as you readied yourself for morning tea at arabella’s house.

you put on a simple purple dress and in the corner of your eye, saw the pearl set you wore the night you met jake. grabbing the earrings, you placed them carefully in your ears, reminiscing to yourself in the mirror.

suddenly your husband made his way into the bedroom, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before announcing his departure for work, a tradition the two of you now have.

wishing him luck, you shared one last embrace before you sent him off.

[headmate-universe]

hi! can we get a planet level pack with the theme of whatever your current interest is? :) everythings up to you! thank you!

we had to think so hard abt this bc we're into so many things rn but aaa this is such a great request ty

★ ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕊𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕜 plain text: Planet Level Siffrin Pack

⊹ name(s): Siffrin, Sif, Frin, Stardust, Star

⊹ gender(s): transmasc, nonbinary, demiboy, stargender, astralgender, star transmasc, celestigender, timegender

⊹ pronouns: he/him, they/them, star/stars, star/dust, time/timeself, loop/loops, conste/constellation, scissor/scissors, forget/forgetful, lost/lostself, bright/brightself

⊹ sexuality: asexual, demiromantic, aromantic, homoromantic, queer

⊹ age: 21

⊹ species: human

⊹ role(s): guilt holder, internalizer, jester, obsession keeper, comedian, RSD holder, trauma holder

⊹ source: In Stars and Time

⊹ titles: Bright One, [pronoun] Who Controls Time, [pronoun] Who Is Trapped in Time, Forgetful One, Cloaked One, [pronoun] With No Past, The Traveler, Lost One

⊹ detailed appearance: light skin along with light hair; they stand out among their friends. Their messy hair is black at the tips, grown out from the time they dyed it. A black eye patch rests over their right eye, covering the mangled flesh beneath. They wear a white cloak pinned closed with safety pins and a matching white hat, both were a handmade gift from somebody they cannot recall.

⊹ likes: puns, malanga fritters, the stars, their friends, their silver coin

⊹ dislikes: feeling alone, croissants, being trapped, pineapple, vulnerability

⊹ alterhumanity: starkin, spacekin, time conceptkin

⊹ emoji sign off: ⭐, ✨, 🌙, 🌌, 💫

⊹ personality description: A gentle and introverted soul, they tend to be a bit on the quieter side. They come off very mysterious and cold but beneath that they're very kind and caring. They are incredibly protective of those who are closest to them, to the point they'd risk their life to protect who they love. They also tend to be very silly, they enjoy making jokes and bad puns to the annoyance of their friends. But despite their happy and laidback exterior, they tend to struggle a lot. They use their jokes to deflect and avoid vulnerability when their friends figure out something is wrong. And through their smile their eyes hold a deep, haunting sadness.

⊹ hobbies: wood carving, stargazing, writing jokes/puns

⊹ typing quirk: they have surprisingly good grammar but use lots of emoticons and exclamation points: "This is an example of how I talk!!!!!! :p"

⊹ speech patterns: They refer to the Universe a lot in their speech in a similar way to how people will refer to other deities when they speak (example: "it's the Universes' will"). They also use the word "stars" frequently (example: "stars this is exhausting") along with the word "blinding" (example: "this is so blinding exciting!!")

⊹ memories: they don't remember much, bits and pieces from being trapped in the time loops and maybe what happened afterwards. But their past has slipped away from them and all they can remember from that time is how much they admired the night sky

⊹ aesthetic: based around stars and the universe with very flowy clothing: here, here, and here for examples

! headmates may not form exactly as described !

[blackdollette]

Getting high with Clyde and sucking his fingers cuz yall are giggly as shit and he dared you to. Getting high with Clyde ans having sleepy wholesome makeout sessions, kissing till droll drips down your chin. Getting high with Clyde and being absolutely railed while the room spins. Getting high with Clyde 69ing him. Getting high with Clyde and lazily grinding against eachother as he moans into your mouth. Getting high with Clyde and tugging on a bit of his hair playfully, but then he makes that sound. Getting high with Clyde and joking about fucking him in the ass and he's just all like "unless 👀". Getting high with Clyde and making very sweet love in a grassy knoll under the stars. Getting high with Clyde and sitting on his face to the point of smothering but he just does not care. Getting high with Clyde and cockwarming him while y'all watch Fantasia and lose y'alls shit cuz colors. Getting-

(Source: I'm high af rn and can't stop thinking about doing this man on every surface of this shitty RV 💀)

you're a whole damn author, anon 🙈

"you and i were forever wild." | clyde

young and beautiful. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss

female!reader x clyde

word count: 649

contents: use of drugs, unprotected p in v, anal training, 69, public sex

smoking a blunt in the back of his van, a dumb little grin on his face as he watched you take the tip into your mouth and take a long inhale of smoke. he slowly trailed his finger along the cursive of your lip, teasing the entrance as you looked at him through your pretty, hazy eyes. with a few slurred words, his fingers would be in our mouth and he’d be awestruck as he watches your pink tongue making such a mess of him. he’d be all restless and giddy, looking at the features of your face a little too deeply as time went completely elastic. the innocent gesture would turn into him fucking you on any surface he could find, the van rocking from the intense and intimate movement.

spending most nights at his place because you were completely stoned and he was too scared to let you spend the night alone. clyde lets you wear his biggest hoodie, ignoring your pleads for something smaller because he loved seeing you in something that made you look this precious. he’d have one arm wrapped around your waist as you shared sloppy kisses, slow and quiet whimpers escaping his lips and entering yours. you tug on his hair, making what sounded like a cross between a groan and a whimper. strings of saliva would connect your lips and he’d giggle, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

pieces of your clothing would come off one by one until you both were in your underwear, you on his lap as you lazily grinded on eachother, clyde feeding his moans into your mouth as the friction brought a boiling heat to your panties. the room spinning as cool air hits your bare bodies. he’d be lying on his back, his shaky hands keeping as firm a grip as they could on your hips as he suckled on your slick pussy. his pretty pink cock would be halfway down your throat, bubbling with precum as you both just lived in the moment, completely oblivious to how you got here in the first place.

you and clyde trying things you never even thought of. a funny joke would be cracked, one thing would lead to another and you would be anal training him, holding his hand as he whimpered and told you to go faster and deeper, your hand lazily stroking his cock as a knot tied in his stomach. your strap would slowly move in and out of him, his shaky breaths filling the room. you’d gently massage his balls to distract him from the feeling of being stretched out, and soon he’d be taking in every inch like a champ.

forgetting all about public decency one night on an empty field. he’d lead you under a tree, picking you up and kissing you deeply. in that space, you’d completely forget about the outside world and only focus on you and him. he’d lay down on the cold grass, staring up at you as you slowly sank down onto his face, his angular nose coming into contact with your clit as he languidly drew up tongue up and down your wet slit. his only source of oxygen was cut off, but he couldn’t have cared left. this felt like heaven to him.

you and clyde tripping out to the overly bright colours of nostalgic shows and movies on his old tv. he’d have you swaddled in a large blanket as you tangled with his hair, murmuring a bunch of nonsense as you felt your brains rotting from being completely fried. you would melt into one another, letting eachother’s presence clothe you like a warm sweater. and then you’d fall asleep in that same position, dreaming of happy things like getting married and having a family together. then you’d finally wake up in his arms, ready to do everything all over again.

author's note: this was a bunch of drabbly mess but thank you so much anon for the request!!

[ponyosmom35]

I want you

Bittersweet chapter forty eight

Steve Harrington x fem oc

Synopsis: Steve and indie finally fuck.

warnings: MDNI, SMUT, p!rn no plot, loss of virginity, oral (fem receiving), piv

link to master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

He steps closer, his chest nearly touching hers.

She shocks him by placing a hand on his chest. The feel of her hand on his bare chest makes him inhale sharply, his muscles tensing reflexively beneath her touch.

He looks down at your hand, resting against his skin, before his gaze flickers back up to meet hers. He steps even closer, his body only inches away from hers. He can feel the heat radiating off her skin, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. His hand comes up to lightly cup her chin, tilting her face up towards his.

"Indie," he whispers, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room. "I want you."

"Then have me."

His eyes flash with heat at her words, his grip on her chin tightening fractionally. With that, he claims her lips in a searing kiss, his body pressing against hers as he guides her backward towards the bed.

He kisses her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body as he backs her up towards the bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress, he breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her jaw and neck as he nudges her onto the bed. He follows her down, his body covering hers as he resumes kissing her, tongue delving into her mouth with a possessive fervor.

She moans into his mouth and He settles between her legs, his body pinning her to the mattress as he continues to devour her mouth. His hands roam over her body, skimming up her sides and pulling at the hem of her shirt in a silent request for her to take it off. He breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he murmurs against her skin.

"I need to feel you, all of you."

"Please," she whimpers.

He lets out a low growl at her needy plea, his hands moving to lift her shirt up and over her head, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

His mouth immediately descends on her neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin as his hands roam over her now exposed skin, caressing and exploring every inch.

He trails a path of kisses down her chest, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He reaches the waistband of her pants, his fingers making quick work of the button and zipper.

As he peels the fabric down her legs, his hands smooth over her skin, feeling the silky softness of her flesh under his rough palms. He looks up at her, his eyes dark and hungry as he takes in her half-naked form.

"Beautiful," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.

He rises up, his body hovering over her as he looks down with a mixture of lust and admiration. His eyes rake over her body, taking in every curve and contour. His hands move to caress her chest, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of her breasts before trailing down her stomach.

He groans at the sharp sting of pain from having his hair pulled, his breath hitching in his throat. His body shudders at the unexpected move, a jolt of desire shooting straight to his groin.

"Careful," he warns, his voice strained. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart."

"I can take it," she says.

His eyes darken at her words, the challenge in them only serving to rile him up further. He moves his lips to her ear, nipping at the lobe.

He shifts his weight, his body pressing more fully against hers as he pins her beneath him. His lips find her neck again, sucking and biting softly at the sensitive skin. His hands roam over her body, touching and caressing in a maddening tease.

He moves lower, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach and down to her hips. His hands explore her body, caressing every inch of her skin as he whispers praises in her ear. Steve's words are hushed, his voice low and rough with desire.

"You're gorgeous, princess. I could touch you all day, feel the way you react to my touch. Every part of you is perfect, you're so beautiful."

He lets his words sink in as his hands explore every inch of her. His touch is both gentle and possessive as if all he wants to do is claim her as his own. Steve's mouth finds its way lower, his kisses moving along the inside of her thighs. He continues to whisper praises into her skin, his voice growing more husky as his words are interspersed with soft, gentle bites.

"Sweet, perfect... all mine..."

Steve smiles down at her again before his kisses begin to trail down again, this time continuing further until he comes to the apex of her thighs. His hands gently coax her legs apart, gently spreading her legs wider for him as his mouth descends. Steve gazes up at her, his fingers gently running through her soft hair. He watches her squirm as he continues his ministrations, his mouth alternating between slow, languorous licks and deep, exploratory kisses. He moans against her.

The feeling of his moans against her causes her to spasm, pleasure flooding through her nerves. She squirms against his mouth, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

Steve moans at the feeling of her tugging at his hair, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through his body. His fingers grip gently at her thighs, holding her in place as he continues to pleasure her.

Upon hearing his name, Steve begins to increase his efforts, his tongue swirling against her in circles as he laps her up. He lets out a low groan, the taste of her sweet on his tongue. He tells her how good she's doing for him, how sweet she is. How delicious she is. He moans against her, savoring every moment of it. He's desperate for her as he tells her over and over how she's his good girl.

Steve smiles against her skin, feeling her shudder as she finishes, crying out and clutching onto him tightly. She lays her head back as she works through her pleasure. He presses a few gentle kisses against her skin before finally coming up for air, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Steve lays his head on the pillow beside her, watching her with a possessive look on his face. He can't help the contentment that comes over him as he listens to the sound of her breathing, his own heart still pounding frantically in his chest. She was really something. Steve chuckles softly, his expression still smug as he watches her blush. He reaches out and brushes a stray strand of hair back from her face, his fingers gently cupping her cheek.

She buries her head into his arm in embarrassment. Steve laughs softly, pulling her closer, wrapping his arm around her back and tugging her against him.

"You can't hide away now, sweetheart. Not when you're looking so pretty."

He presses a kiss to the top of her head, unable to help himself as she giggles. Steve smiles as he hears the sound of her laughter, happiness swelling in his chest as he presses another kiss against her hair. His fingers gently start to absently brush through her strands as he holds her close, his entire body pressed up against hers.

He captures her lips in a hot, messy kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he rolls on top of her. He breaks the kiss for just a moment and looks down at her. 

"I want you Steve" she rasps

He pulls back and looks at her in shock. "Are you sure about this?" Steve asks, stroking her face gently as he looks into her eyes "if you wanna pause and take a step back that's totally fine baby"

"I'm sure, I'm just nervous," she says leaning into his hand

"That's completely normal for the first time"

"I guess I'm just thinking about how I don't have experience so I'm scared it's not gonna be good for you" she admits 

"Indie," he says softly "just being here with you is everything to me, the fact that you trust me enough to touch you - there is no comparison because I love you and for some reason, I'm lucky enough to have you love me. I thank god for every second I get with you, so trust me when I tell you that you are perfect for me, and I'm gonna make sure this is as perfect for you as I possibly can"

"I love you so much" she whispers before pulling his lips to hers once more. 

As their lips meet, Steve feels a shiver of desire run through his body. The way that she responds to his touch makes his heart race with anticipation. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss.

His hands roam over her body, moving gently and slowly, exploring every curve and contour. He memorizes the feel of her skin under his fingertips, the heat of her breath against his lips.Slowly, Steve begins to move his mouth from her lips, trailing soft kisses down her jawline and neck. He takes his time, worshipping every inch of her skin with his lips and tongue, feeling the vibration of her soft sighs against him.

He moves one hand down to the curve of her hip, his grip tightening as his desire for her grows. Every touch is a burning caress, a silent reassurance of his love and desire for her. Steve lets out a low growl against her skin, the sound fueled by his need for her. His lips and tongue continue to explore, moving lower down her body, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. His hand on her hip tightens, pulling her against him as he presses his body against hers. The feeling of her soft curves against his own body nearly drives him crazy with desire, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Steve" she whimpers, tangling her hand in his hair, yanking at it softly.

Steve groans at the sound of his name on her lips, the sound sending a wave of heat through his body.

"God baby, you don't know what you do to me..."

He moves back up to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. Feel her grip on his arm, Steve lets out another low groan. The sensation of her fingers digging into his skin only heightens the fire that's already burning in his veins.

"You're so damn perfect..." he whispers against her neck, biting down gently on the sensitive skin there.

She whimpers and holds onto his hair tiger, her entire body on fire at each of his soft touches. Steve grins at the sound of her whimper, the sound going directly to his core. He knows that he's driving her crazy, and it's driving him crazy in turn.

"You like that, baby? You like the way I make you feel?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, his lips moving back up to her mouth. He kisses her hungrily, his tongue searching for hers as his body presses her against the bed. Those words, spoken in her breathless voice, drive Steve wild. Nothing else matters at this moment but her and his need for her. 

"I need you, baby. So damn much..."

"I'm ready" she whispers 

Steve pulls back and looks at her face, placing a hand on her cheek and trailing his thumb over her lips. 

"You're sure?"

"Yes"

Steve reaches into his drawer and pulls out a condom, he tears the package open with his teeth, holding his weight with one hand as he sits over her. He rolls the protection onto his rock-hard dick and aligns himself with her entrance. He slides himself along her soaking wet folds a few times, watching as her eyes screwed shut as she grips his shoulder. 

"If it gets too much just tell me and this stops no questions asked okay baby?" he asks 

She nods and prepares herself mentally as he reaches down and pushes himself into her slightly. She gasps at the intrusion and closes her eyes as he nudges a bit further. "Are you okay baby?" 

"Keep going" she whispers 

Steve grips her face and kisses her lightly as he thrusts himself halfway inside of her. She lets out a sharp gasp and he continues to kiss her wherever he could. Her lips, her nose, cheeks everything within reach. He pauses allowing her time to adjust as he continues to press soft kisses to her hairline, hoping in any way to make it better for her. 

"You're doing so good for me" he praises in her ear "you feel so fucking perfect"

She clenches around him with those words and he grunts, cursing under his breath. 

"If you keep doing that then I'm gonna come" he grunts 

After a few more moments he looks back into her eyes to check for any sign of hesitance before thrusting himself all the way inside of her, 

He tugs on her bottom lip playfully with his teeth before kissing a path down her jaw and neck. His lips and tongue lave at her skin, his teeth occasionally nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh. His hands roam over her body, his touch becoming more urgent and insistent as his need for her grows. At the sound of her moan, something primal and possessive inside him ignites.

"That's it," he rasps, his voice deep and rough as he leaves a trail of kisses down her chest. "Let me hear you. I want to hear every sound you make."

She whimpers as his fingers find her clit and begin circling. She grips his shoulders, pulling him closer as she arches against him, crying out loudly.

"I've want you so badly," he whispers, the raw honesty in his voice making his words even more intoxicating. "I can't think straight when you're around. You make me weak."

He captures her wrists in a firm grasp, pinning them above her head as he kisses his way down her neck and chest. His teeth scrape across her skin, leaving a trail of little bites and hickeys in their wake. He nibbles at her earlobe, panting softly as he speaks.

"You're mine," he whispers, his voice a possessive growl. 

She moans and tries to break away from his grasp.

He lets out a satisfied hum, his grip on her wrists tightening as he settles himself more fully over her. His body presses her into the mattress, his muscles flexing as he braces himself above her. "Say it," he demands in a rough whisper, his eyes locked with hers. "Say that you belong to me."

"I'm yours, my love," she says.

His grip on her wrists tightens almost painfully at her words, a low moan escaping him as he revels in the feeling of possession they bring. "Mine," he growls, his voice ragged and rough. "All mine."

He hooks one of her legs over his hip, angling his body differently. He lets out a guttural moan, his body already tense with restraint as he speaks once more.

"You feel so good," he grits out, his breathing ragged. "So perfect."

After a few more moments of teasing, he looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. She nods to him and squeezes his forearms gently. He pushes forward at a steady pace, and both moan loudly at the feeling. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he bottoms out. He looks down at her and places a hand on her cheek. 

Her soft moans grow louder as he begins to fuck her, his hips snapping into hers lovingly as he brings them both closer to their highs. Her body moves with his as she clutches onto him, her voice calling his name in ecstasy. He growls and slips a hand in between their bodies, circling her puffy, swollen clit in quick, small circles. She mewls and arches her back, pressing her massive tits against his chest, crushing them.

"You feel so fucking good. Nothing compares to this"

She is unable to respond as his pace increases, and her breath is caught in her throat as her stomach tightens and warmth spreads in her lower abdomen.

"That's it, baby. Are you gonna come for me?"

His voice brings her closer, tears streaming down her face at the intensity of it. After a few minutes, her moans grow higher and higher pitched, and the bedframe slams against the wall, certainly denting the paint and waking up her neighbors.

"Please, please, oh god," she cries out mindlessly as she grips onto his hair, pulling roughly at it.

Her eyes screw shut as she explodes around him, her pussy clenching him tightly as her vision turns white. She holds onto him as she works through her waves of pleasure and whimpers as he continues to circle her clit. One more yank on his hair causes him to finish, spilling himself inside of her with a guttural growl. He sinks his teeth into her shoulder and stills, allowing his body to collapse onto hers. After several seconds, she opens her eyes, coming back into her body as she looks up at him. He strokes her face, catching his breath as he stares down at her.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I'm perfect," she says, kissing him gently.

He pulls away after a few seconds and pulls out of her, laying on his side beside her. He pulls her closer, pressing her flush against him once more as she lays her head on his arm. He brushes her hair out of her face and strokes her skin gently.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too," she whispers.

They fall into a comfortable silence for several minutes, her breathing slowing, and he was almost certain she'd fallen asleep when she speaks up.

"I've never been happier" she whispers

"You're feeling okay?" he asks

"Perfect" 

"I'm gonna go get you some water, give me one second and I'll be back"

"Steve stay. Right now, I just want to hold you." His arm encircles her waist, pulling her closer to him as he nuzzles into her hair. He looks at her, practically melting. He smiles and kisses her softly before she pulls him into her chest. He buries his head in her breasts, feeling at peace for the first time in what seemed like forever.

[hendolish]

I love that pic you posted tonight of Jude bare chested on a white couch in his team's track bottoms and white sports socks .

You wondered which of his boyfriends took the pic.

Are you able to write a few lines naming each of his boyfriends and what type of relationship they have?

Or whatever strikes your fancy.

Of course, you are not obligated to do anything. 🙂

certainly anon!! v important jude bf lore incoming…

erling haaland💛

they were just kids at bvb and grew up together into two of the world’s best players ♡ jude is very tactile (cheek kisses and such…) and erling is very possessive (he doesn’t like to share…). jude likes that erling is taller than him as not a lot of ppl are. erling makes him feel safe.

gio reyna🤎

again, a bvb product. jude was very young but they’re still good friends today (swapped shirts at the wc:). not even gonna mention that yt vid where they mentioned how it looked like they were filming p*rn bc of the hotel bed they were sitting on…

trent alexander-arnold🤍

“stroll in the city with bro”, they were on a DATE your honour ♡ absolutely inseparable whenever they’re at england and always gossiping between them. height difference is mwah x

jordan henderson❤️

they love each other a lot. no denying that. jude holds immense respect for hendo and hendo thinks jude is absolutely amazing. hendo is always there to comfort jude, more experienced and hardened by england’s losses than jude’s young heart. need more be said than their celebration at the wc??👀 in the words of my flatmate, “ARE THEY GOING TO KISS?”

james maddison💙

again, a source of comfort to jude when he’s torn up about england but these two also get on like a house on fire! madders absolutely loves jude and thinks he’s so amazing and mature for the way he goes about things. jude thinks madders is hilarious and loves him for it!

vini jr🖤

new relationship alert!! still a blossoming romance but these two’s chemistry is undeniable for madrid. they’re both v supportive and touchy and will go on to do great things together <3

(honourable mentions: rammers, phil, rashy, camavinga, toby bishay… the list goes on x)

♡

[blizzardtheartisticfox]

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PLEASE DO NOT SEND ME ASKS FOR DONATIONS I cannot help you and it makes me feel bad https://www.tumblr.com/homocidalpotat/762038582558982144/same?source=share

Now that we’ve got that out of the way, hello there! I’m Bliz, artist and fandom fanatic. I usually use she/they pronouns, and I’d like to experiment with a neopronoun I like: xse/xsr.

If I like a post and you don’t see a rb, it’s probably in my queue. I like to queue things. I think it helps keep posts alive for longer.

I’m panromantic and omnisexual and genderfaer if anyone cares. My current main fandoms are hermitcraft (mostly Grian and Joel) and the Sonic the Hedgehog movies. I should post some art sometimes! I like and sometimes reblog a lot of hermitshipping content because I enjoy it, but I DO NOT actually ship ANY of the real people. I enjoy it as a joke tho :P. If anyone opposes shipping stobotnik they are either homophobic or simply ignorant /hj but like they’re borderline canon.

Asks open, please send me art suggestions, headcanons, stories, questions, etc! Do note that I can’t promise any fast responses unless I am struck with incredible inspiration. Literally send me anything though. I do not, however, have the ability to donate to you at the moment, and while I hope that those of you who need help can get it, I am not the one to approach for that.

This blog will have little to no NSFW and very little political content. The only politics I will reblog is LGBTQ+ support, maybe with some exceptions. I will always tag political rbs

tags: Bliz draws lines, Bliz says words

fan fictions:

hollow tree fanfic (very wip and on hiatus please tell me if you want it because I need to rewrite and I need inspiration)

Explosions vs Lattes- stobotnik fic, very angsty and very gay. Idk what else to say.

Mcyt clips sideblog: @grian-joel-clips-plus pretty self explanatory

Plurality Sideblog: @afrostybrainspace I wanted it to be an askblog please go check it out! This is very learn-more-about-us, and exists for me to learn more about myself. Your inputs and questions would be appreciated

Alterhumanity sideblog: @thoriumissoftright kinda just there for posts about my Alterhuman experiences and for furry-adjacent reblogs i know not everyone will want flooding their feed :3

People that I cannot recommend more:

@/shepscapades @/blueishspace @/kitsuneisi @/setacin

Fandoms: Hermitcraft, life smp, portal, D&D (+DragonLance), Warrior Cats, MLP, Demon Slayer, Miraculous Ladybug et Chat Noir, Voltron, Sailor Moon, Toilet Bound Hanako-kun, Minecraft, Imperial Radch, Keeper of the Lost Cities, Dragonriders of Pern, Marvel (Miles Morales, Gwen, Movies and Shows), Sonic the Hedgehog movies (+Snapcube), Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, and probably more I can’t think of rn

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last edited Jan 20 2025

[eresia-catara]

girlartemisia can I be completely honest with you for a second there. I am BAFFLED at how much you, among others like girlcavalcanti know about guido. where do you get all this info? what are the sources? you have the knowledge of 30 scholars in a trenchcoat. also the "guido has red hair" thing is so elaborate, and yet you say it's NOT YOUR FIELD? miss girl. you. you know more than my father who is an art history teacher. they should give you a degree "ad honorem" for how much you know. they should make you guido scholar. official historian!! I can't hide how envious i am of your knowledge! when I grow up i want to be as smart and cultured as you girlartemisia

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I am not deeply moved and have become a puddle of happy feelings rn haha what are you talking about ahsjdhskf

I do not deserve this T^T I genuinely don't know what to say to these kind words,,, thank you a lot??? I mean, I post stuff on tumblr simply because I like sharing these thoughts, the fact that they actually have a positive impact on an actual person is like- I am not good with expressing feelings but it's truly one of the most touching things anyone could've told me!! 💞💕💓💕

And I know it sounds like a cheap sentence everyone uses but. really, rest assured that if you are passionate and mostly curious about things, about anything, there is nothing your mind cannot achieve. It's not about the smarts mostly (that can only eventually be a predisposition to complex thinking, however Elon Musk does exist so) but about how much you are willing to wander with the mind and simply fuck around with things. Be creative. One thing society makes you believe is that being cultured = being "smart" and that it is thus only for the privileged few, but it's not true, culture is curiosity that is indulged. The only privilege involved here is not reaching the age of 15 being braindead because of this society (but even in that case, one can always change). My posts about guido? Yes they come from different books and papers that I read, but on top of that? unorthodox hypotheses and Thots that instead of discarding I like to explore (reason why I cannot claim attendability on my takes because a specialist would probably correct so many things and I do NOT have a degree, but they are interesting nonetheless! And have at times come in handy to me in unrelated topics lol)! What I mean is: these literary analyses are a fusion of academic papers AND personal thoughts that try to be compatible with them but also depend on the creativity of the mind.

That being said, I would LOVE to be a guido scholar!!! one day 👁️ And since you're not the first who's curious about sources on guido I will, eventually, make a post with all my books and papers :p

[reality-shitting]

Helloooo I was planning on sending an ask in for so long (exactly when the terf epidemic started) but I wasn't able to because I couldn't find the time!

I'm just here to appreciate you. Seriously, I have seen you probably since day 1, I've stalked your blog because you're just so interesting, in the best way!! What makes me absolutely impressed with you is your damn resilience. Your raw ability to face probably the worst of humanity with wits and patience.

I've gotten asks from terfs since I reblogged our dearest scum-killer (the iconic terf) and those asks didn't even have... an argument. Just random words pieced together in the form of an insult. I blocked each one of the anons, mainly because I didn't want to give them what they were begging for.

I was about to send you a dm advising you to not engage with these terf- but that wasn't possible because you're clearly a better person than me! I just want to ask you if you're well, those terfs are despicable (from experience) and also I'm, very, very, very honoured to be in the presence of someone who not only talks but also acts, your donations are always the cherry on top!!

(Sorry, snoopy pics are all I have rn)

AAAAAAAAAA HANIIIIIII!!!!!

Go to check Tumblr right before bed and now I'm weeping omllll

I have no idea what I can possibly say, this is just too sweet of you, dear 🥹😭🥀

A Woodstock for your Snoopy~ <3

While not being trans myself, I've been in the LGBT community for about 9 years and many of my friends, even from that time, are trans. My first partner was trans. Diluc's host is trans. Actually, now that I think about it, my middle school friend group (4) all turned out to be trans w the exception of me (pansexual/pronoun apathetic) and our cis amab friend (bi). Both my highschool friends came out as trans too. All irls btw. So even though I am not trans, I've very much witnessed transphobia in my life, and God... The shit y'all gotta deal with is insane.

Scientific statistics, psychological backing, centuries of historical appearances. I have to assume that with the level of misandry these people have, many must be aro, ace or lesbian and yet I DOUBT ANY OF THEM have shared the story of Marsha P. Johnson, the trans woman who played a major role in the Stonewall Riot.

I am witty and humorous mainly because these people have access to the largest information data base in the world, and they want to argue with someone called Reality-shitting on subjects that, as I mentioned in response to that terf, are the very first results on Google.

Half of it is bafflement, some is dumbfoundedness, the little sprinkle of logic I stole from them as they wrote up their death note page on me, and a whole fuckin lot of MoistCr1tikal and standup comedians. I was also on Tumblr from 2015-2018 so I was here when witty insults were popular too lol. I honestly was very upset that I hadn't shifted as it was Diluc's birthday, but I kept checking my phone every few minutes or so, in front of my manager mind you, because I was having so much fun and genuinely laughing at what they had to say. I literally brought up to my therapist today the encounter, and she was just as stupefied as I was (shout-out Kaitlyn, I came clean to her today and she told me she has a shifter friend and found it a fascinating practice).

Yeah, the asks are annoying, but that's exactly why I set up the donos! I saw another one of my moots getting harassed for like, days honestly, by c🤢ttingch🤮rub. Like bb gorl was MADDDDD and she showed no signs of stopping. So I rb'd moot and said for every piece of trash she had to sort through, I'd give $5 donos to trans charities. Money is undoubtedly the most powerful material source in this world, so why not use it? I thought, they can either donate to make a trans person's life a little better, or go back to the decaying, asbestos laced lead pipes they crawled out of. I'm def not rich tho, I work a 9-5 and am only just now, for the first time in months, not the only person w an income at home. Unlike what the terf child claimed, they were not forcing me to donate (wow!). I did it of my own free will. They also just happened to do this on Diluc's birthday. Whom I have mentioned multiple times does charity events frequently and for fun. So I was REALLY not against spending that day.

A lot of rambling, but: when I get them, I ask what the best way to annoy them into oblivion would be. I've been downtown while preachers are holding those signs that say things like "calculus teachers, sluts and your grandma are going to hell because we said so". Y'know what I do that's always fun? Moaning. Really. Loud. As well as very explicit lines. Most people are just as annoyed with the holier-than-thou speech (no pun intended) and I've heard people laugh when I get their attention. I heard something about "whoremongers" while passing one and I started jumping around and waving my arms while yelling "I'M A WHORE!!! ME, ME ME!!! I AM!!! Hi!!! HELLO!!" as they were across the street with their little baby speaker and mic. Lean into what they hate. I draw the attention away from it and make it something enjoyable to watch.

If something is ESPECIALLY DUMB, this is actually, ironically, like a lot of shifting advice I've seen. All you need to do is question it. Pick at it. Peel a off single layer and see what's beneath. What's the truth behind it? Exp: "Your perfect block list is flawed" I never claimed it wasn't? "You missed so fucking many" Are you telling me I should go find them? "Idgaf if you burn your wallet. It's insane they you're spending on these people." Then why is it insane to you? If you didn't care, you wouldn't think it was insane or feel the need to comment on how insane you think it is. And mention it in multiple posts. "You wrote paragraphs lol" YOU'RE ON TUMBLR?????? This is a TEXT BASED SITE???? Attention span not there???? Do you want me to jingle some keys, put some subway surfers gameplay, some slime ASMR between sentences?? Make it all good for your TikTok tic-tac brain???? Okay. Build it up. Start on shifttok, then maybe Instagram to get used to seeing words. Once you're comfy with 3 sentences, come on over to Tumblr and we'll move you up to 5 sentences. Baby steps, we'll get there. All it really is is logical reasoning, followed by adlib sarcasm. Or as my AuDHD brain calls it, dolphin brain meets tunnel vision. Just keep it rolling as long as your noodle can carry you.

Anyways, this went on much longer than I had intended. I appreciate the love from you so very much, as well as the support from the community. Y'all are the ones I care about, not people too insecure to show their name and self destruct on ask #3. I don't honestly know how to show how warm your words have been to me, other than to keep doing what I'm doing.

I will never seek someone out to blatantly hate them as it just isn't worth my time or energy. But when you come to me with that, I invoke "He Who Casts The First Stone" and I'm right next to the land of Geo, baby, let's fuckin wrassle.

[pool-floatie]

Tall Tales Part 1.

Ok: to premise, this is my first ever work that I have posted, ive reread it a billion times anxiously and im finally gonna post it, dont have any art of the characters rn, use your ⭐imagination⭐ and or self insert 😏👍

The relationship can be taken romantically or platonically at this point, but it will have romance later on.

Here we go!

Avril unknowingly wanders off the path , as the trailmarkers are unclear and it is fairly new, they follow a straight clearing of trees, taking a left, walking for about a mile and going in a few circles.... and finally realise that they are lost. "noooo... .shit.."

They stay put, not knowing where to go and begin to call out to anything around them....

"Helloooooo!!!!!" they bellowed

"Im lost can anyone hear me !!!!"

Silence.....

That is until the slow rythm of the shaking ground became apparent, they looked around, fearing that an earthquake or rockslide would be their next challenge. Unable to pinpoint the source, Avril sprinted to the middle of the clearing, knowing they would be safer from falling objects.

The shaking persists, becoming louder, the pauses between make them wonder what the hell would make this sort of noise... None of their guesses were correct.

.

.

.

While wandering the forest, Jace senses something peculiar in the air, a scent he hadnt smelled in a while...

He approached the source, seeing a clearing, and right in the center. . .

Was that a human ? Jace smiled to himself, heheh, this would be fun~

Jace attempts to be lightfooted, it seems to have worked, in a way, as the human cannot tell where the massive tremors originate, it looks around jolting its head back and forth- Jace steps out of his hiding spot behind the thick foliage, revealing himself to the tiny being who is speechless at the sight of him. Crouching down and idly resting his chin in his hands, Jace takes in it's delightful look of shock and disbelief.

Avril stumbles backwards, attempting to fully take in the impossible sight before them. unable to form coherent thought, let alone words, avril can only stand there, eyes torn open, mouth agape and stuttering half-formed words.

Jace l o v e s this feeling, that look on the poor humans little face ~ mmm, he wishes he could savor it forever.

" Hello there ~" taunts the giant,

"what might you be doing wandering around here ?"

After a moments pause, trying to gather themself, the human speaks up.

"I-i-ii-im lo - lost , the- the tra-ail -"

"-Ohhhh, I see. And you managed to find yourself in my territory! How unfortunate for you~"

Avril pales, not sure what this giant was insinuating, but considering the dark tone he dropped into, they were sure that it was nothing good.

Jaces reaches a hand down, grabbing for the human.

Naturally, Avril attempts to run the fuck away, but they are promptly sprawled out on the ground by a massive hand s l a p p i n g down onto them.

Avril cries out, both from pain and fear as talon-like fingers wrap around their fragile form.

They are hoisted up quickly and flipped over onto the palm of Jaces hand.

Avril attempts to steady themself on the unfamilliar surface, their weak and pained body is assisted by adrenaline, they scramble to get off this thing and run as far away as possible, almost jumping from the surface until they realise the horrific height they have ascended to. Avril backs away slowly, sitting down and hugging their knees. Jace curls his fingers behind their back, making sure they dont fall or try to jump off again.

Avril pants and coughs from the dirt they inhaled during their capture, and Jace eyes them with curiosity.

"Whered' you come from?"

They gasp for a moment more, trying to get their bearings , Jace waits patiently

" a, um , a cam- campground" avril stutters, their bodys tremors match their voice.

With this question, Avril held hope, maybe the giant woud be taking them back?

"Mhm- and what is your name?"

"Av-ril?"

"Ohhh, that is so cute! im going to call you Av for short~"

Oh joy, nicknames.

"Well, my name is Jace." He stated simply

"Jace...?" Av spoke up nervously

"Hmm?"

"W-w what , why,. or-or .u-um"

They had so many questions, all equally terrifying to ask to an 80 ft tall being that literally had your life in its hands

Av took a breath, tremors still shaking their body " Are y- you going to- to let me go... ?" they asked with a slight glimmer of hope

Jace snickers, "let you go? Aw, now why would I want to do that? No darling your stuck with me."Jace teased.

-At least he wasnt mad I asked,,-Av thought, trying to keep a little hope so they didnt start spiraling.

"Av, I cant say I've had the pleasure to meet one of your kind before" jace said with curiosoty

"o- oh, um, same?"

"haha! Well im sure you havent! You humans are quite interesting, but I havent ever been able to get a good look at you before~"

Jaces other hand neared the human, they squeaked,backed up a bit, then, realising they could fall to their death, decided to maybe not do that and curled back into a ball instead.

Jace pinched av's arm between his fingers, not taking too much care to be gentle. Av clenched up, unsure what the behemoth wanted with them, what if he was going to tear their arm off! He could rip Avril limb from limb without breaking a sweat! Maybe he wanted to see how much meat they had on their bones.... See if they were even worth eating.

Jace could feel its tiny, tiny fingers between his huge ones, ahh, that is just too cute! His fingers slide up its arm, so little and squishy~ its cute little face was tragically covered up as it curled into itself. Jace then noticed the humans shaking , his mouth made an 'O' shape realising he may be hurting it. . . he released its arm, which was immediately pulled into the shaking ball.

"whups, you alright tiny? "

After a few seconds of no response

Jace poked it, eliciting a surprised squeak.

"What are you doing all huddled up like that ?"

Still no response came from the shivering mass

"Hmmm. . . "

Jace shifted his hand, causing the ball of human to roll for a second, letting out a short scream as it unfurled. Jace was happy to see it's little face again, it was still shaking but at least he wasnt being ignored.

He hummed in thought before pivoting in the other direction, away from avrils last connection to the human world.

[pamaxiel-34]

Like every supporter of the F1 Academy series (at least from my perspective), I was incredibly greatful for the opportunity to watch the stream live on yoube. Unfortunately, my experience was absolute (apologies for the lack of a better word) sh*t because of the chat.

I suppose it's easy to catch up on the series on twitter since you can easily block the mis*oginist and borderline p*rverts, but the live chat was really something else. As a Max Verstappen fan, I have to say that I was very dissapointed with how some of his fans were acting. It is absolutely unacceptable behavior to be making the remarks they were. Honestly, it was far easier to believe that they were made by 14 year olds with nothing better to do with how immature and insentive the remarks were. While some comments were plain mis*gon*st, others were on the cusp of becoming threats. Around lap 5 or 6, I even saw the most disgusting remark, blantanly diregarding the health and safety of the drivers. For transparency's sake, the admin unfortunately blocked a replay of the comments; however, for the sake of the drivers, I suppose it was fortunate that they didn't have to see it (again, I really hope so).

It shouldn't be too hard to support any demographic on motorsport. Liking Formula 1 and liking another series is obviously not mutually exclusive. Supporting female drivers does not demean the talent of their male counterparts and vice versa. I really do not understand the amount of hate this series gets because all I see is a community of young female drivers with dreams to compete in one of the highest levels of motorsport, all seemingly enjoying doing so (if the multitude of videos we get are to be believed).

People may have different views on the series. Personally, I am grateful for the opportunity it gives female drivers. In the hands of Suzie Wolff, I am hopeful for a future where women will have the opportunity to enter Formula 1 and compete. We already have many examples of women being able to compete and acheive degrees of success in F1 such as Desiré Wilson and more. I acknowledge the fact that there are some scientifically backed evidence on biological factors which may complicate the debate, but isn't it wonderfful to see the greatest drivers compete against each other regardless of their demographic? Isn't it better to see everyone, regardless of their sex, push the ever-erratic limits of motorsport?

Sources (sorry, can't apa rn...it's almost 1 here in the Philippines and I need to review for finals next week...):

Photo-credits: Formula 1 Youtube channel (Screenshot from the livestream)