#I think it’s fairly clear she did not believe it was God’s will that she follow her father’s will

[fideidefenswhore]

chapuys/mary truthers when you mention their relationship 1536-47:

[aphroditessaturn]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 || 𝐌. 𝐎.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader (is a spider-woman, tho nothing specific)

summary || you have anger issues and it’s no secret to anyone in the Spider-Society, Miguel might as well be the only who can tame you. His methods are, quite effective…

warning || smut! p in vi, oral (female [fingering] and male receiving) throat fucking, nipple play, spanking if you squint

note || I had to get him out of my system and I'm not even done, this piece is for my anger issues and I need a Miguel to fuck them out of me. please reblog/comment and give feedback! I would love to know if you like my Miguel fics, I have so many more ideas

legend || mi luciérnaga = my firefly; abre la boca = open your mouth; buena niña = good girl; mocosa = brat; puta = whore; dios mío = my god; niña traviesa = naughty girl

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“I do not have anger issues, who does he think he is?” you asked to no one in particular while walking around Miguel. He let out a sigh, pressing his fingertips against temples.

“He’s like what? 15, yeah you don’t say that to someone twice your age,” you continued, your blood pressure building up with every second you thought about the incident.

Miguel tried to be calm, but the last mission worked him up and scratched on his nerves. The mission went fairly well, except for you going ballistic and the newcomer – Miles – commenting on it. Oh, and the target almost escaping because of Miles which lead to all of this.

“Can’t fucking believe this, he was the reason the mission almost failed, and he dares to say I have anger issues!” the last part you nearly screamed. You never paused, always moving around.

You couldn’t stay calm, couldn’t calm down. Every vein beneath your skin run hot, some just waiting to explode.

Suddenly both of you heard someone coming near Miguel’s platform, said Spider turned around with a glare. He knew exactly who came and what would happen if you saw him, but now there was no preventing it.

You walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at Miles, “came to apologize?” you asked and crossed your arms over your chest.

Miles looked confused, no he wasn’t here to apologize, and he would make that clear, “you threatened me, screamed at me because I let the anomaly almost escape. You overreacted,” he stated.

Your eyes squinted together, expression hardening. “You can’t do a thing right and accuse me of having anger issues? I do not have fucking anger issues!”

Just as you were about lounge at Miles, arms wrapped around your waist, “enough,” Miguel’s deep voice rang through your ears. Normally his voice would smooth you, but you were already too gone.

Your man however ignored that and pushed you behind him.

“Miles, we will talk about this later. You made a mistake -,” “what, you’re saying she didn’t go bonkers?” Miles didn’t want to accept that what you did was right.

“If you’d let me finish, you would know that she will get her fair share of consequences,” Miguel snapped at the young boy, while it made a small part of Miles feel better it only angered you more.

“Are you serious? You let that little shit get away with saying I’m in the wrong? He lost the target and we had to-,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Miles, leave,” Miguel’s voice was dark and left no room for back talk, he sounded scary to be honest.

Miles immediately left, knowing it was better for now and he needed to get away from you.

“We weren’t finished yet,” you barked at Miguel who didn’t bat an eye. You stalked up to him, trying to intimidate him – unsuccessfully. “Yes, we were and it’s time you calm down, mocosa,” he whispered and grabbed your waist.

You were manhandled onto his desk, wrists held together in his right hand. With his left hand he ripped down your suit, “you asshole! Can’t you-,” “yeah mocosa, stop your whining,” Miguel rolled his eyes.

Without warning he pushed pointer and middle finger into your drenched cunt, you gasped. Realising with just a few words he had you wet and in your rage you didn’t even notice.

He curled his fingers against your walls, your head fell back. Right hand letting go of your wrists and sliding down to your neck.

Miguel moved his head into the crook of your neck, kissing along your carotid artery.

A shudder run down your spine when you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. You adored the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin as it made you feel a kind of pleasure nothing else brought you.

Miguel had easily picked up on that all those years ago and now used it taunt you, “niña traviesa,” he commented with a small smirk.

His fingers kept a slow pace, it was torture and Miguel knew that. “Miguel,” you snapped, a plead for more however the man above you wasn’t having it. “You think you can be a mocosa and I’ll just give you what you want?”

“I wasn’t a brat! It’s not my fault your spider people can’t do their job and then-,” “dios mío,” again Miguel cut you off, picking up the pace.

Hitting that spongy spot inside you which pulled a loud moan from your lips. As his fingers worked their magic on brining you closer to your high, Miguel run his tongue along your earlobe and gently nibbled on your skin. With your hands free you threaded them through his beautiful hair

You closed your eyes, the feeling just too wonderful and for a moment you lost yourself but quickly Miguel reminded you that this was a punishment.

“Look. At. Me,” his voice deep, commanding. His hand was suddenly in your hair, gripping it tight as he pulled your head back. It was a way to underline his words.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, god you loved this side of him. Miguel would make you take whatever he gave you if you could or not – you were surprised with how much you could actually take.

“I’ve barley did anything and you’re already putty in my hands,” he teased, slowing his pace down again. You wanted to scoff at his words.

He didn’t do ‘barley anything’, he almost bit into your sensitive neck, rubbed his fingertips over you bundle of nerves and hit your g-spot with every thrust. Miguel very well knew that all those little things would send your body into overdrive.

“You know exactly what you did!” you spit at him and drew a low chuckle from him, it amused him how you kept pushing, “are you that much of a puta for me that you can’t shut up?” “Guess if you want me to shut up then you have to fuck my-,” “fine.” Miguel retrieved his fingers from your cunt pulling a whine from you.

Both hands gripped your middle, manhandling you down to your knees. He gripped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger tilting your head up to look deep into your eyes.

Then his suit slowly started to dissolve, starting by his neck, and revealing his naked, toned chest, his broad shoulders, and muscled arms. The light of the screens dipped Miguel into a dangerous red which made him look like the devil in person.

Now he was completely naked, his mushroom formed tip hitting his lower abdomen. “Abre la boca,” when you didn’t instantly comply Miguel slapped your cheek, causing you to gasp and open your mouth, “now,” he added.

His thumb moved between your lips and pressed onto your tongue to make you kept your mouth open, “you’re going to be a buena niña and suck my cock.”

You caved and let your mouth hang open, tongue already awaiting him. At first, he gently placed his tip on your tongue, giving you a chance to taste his salty precum. Then without warning he thrusted his cock full on into your mouth.

You gagged as it hit the back of your throat, Miguel looked down on you. There was still a part of him that didn’t fit inside your mouth, but it was his mission to make sure it did.

Miguel began fucking your face, abusing your throat with his harsh thrusts. You looked up at him with teary eyes, his head was tipped back in pleasure and a deep groan fell from his lips. You clenched your thighs together, you were a whore for Miguel as it was already but something that always got you were his moans.

Miguel was vocal, so fucking vocal. For one his mouth never stopped running, but then there were his moans. They were deep, hoarse, and loud.

However, your throat couldn’t keep up with his pace any longer, though you loved the feeling of getting used by him too much. Salvia dripped from the corner of your mouth, his cock twitched in your mouth which was his cue to pull away.

You whimpered pathetically, of course Miguel catched up on that and wiped your mouth with his thumb. “Such a cock slut already, just for me,” he stroked over your hair before kneeling down your level and hosting up into his arms. Your back hit his desk, legs dangling over the edge.

“What hermosa? No, smart comment?” Miguel teased with a smirk, you couldn’t say a word. Your throat hurt, no tone would come from your lips.

Miguel dipped his head down, teeth closing around your nipple while his right hand grabbed your breast. Massaging it as his tongue lapped on your nipple, causing you to whimper again. In response your man slapped your breast making you moan, “fuck,” your voice barely audible, throaty thanks to Miguel.

Switching sides he sucked on your right nipple, your hand coming up to grab his hair and pulling on his roots. “Ay, dios mío,” Miguel moaned, loudly.

He pinched your neglected nipple causing you to arch your back and a line of goosebumps to adorn your skin.

Suddenly you felt his tip stroke over your drenched entrance, distracted by his work on your breasts you hadn’t noticed immediately.

“Miguel,” you whispered and in the next moment he had plunged his huge cock into your cunt. A pained yet pleasurable moan left your body, loud and hoarse.

His cock was big, and thick, god even after all this years you needed time to adjust to his size. You could feel those veins, how he stretched you out. “Don’t fret mi luciérnaga, I’m not fully inside you yet,” Miguel whispered against your lips before kissing you.

You loved his kisses, they were full of fire and passion. Miguel kissed you like he owned you – he did, and it was one of your favourite things. His lips were so soft and warm, sliding over yours before his teeth bit into your bottom lip.

“After all those years and you’re still so tight,” he gushed and slowly pushed deeper inside you, lifting his head to look at you with a smirk.

“Feel that mi luciérnaga? Feel me deep inside your belly,” Miguel pressed his hand onto your stomach, feeling his tip bulge out, “am I too big for you?” he taunted.

You didn’t know what possesed you, but something did, “you wish,” you snapped. Miguel looked dumbfounded for a second before his expression turned into a glare, “guess my mocosa is back.”

He pulled out all the way before harshly pushing back in with his full length, cunt pulsing around him as he pounded into you without mercy. You couldn’t catch a break, he constantly hit your sensitive spot, “you like it, huh, like me fucking you like the puta you are,” aside from his cock pushing you into an abyss of pleasure, Miguel’s voice made you shiver.

It also didn’t help that he groaned uncontrollably, growling when you tightened around him. You were close, so fucking close and he knew it.

Miguel wrapped your legs tight around his waist to keep you close. His thrusts became harsher, and his thumb pressed down on your bundle of nerves, drawing hard circles.

His pace was animalistic, “look at you, mi luciérnaga already cock drunk. That’s what you need, someone to fuck all the anger out of you, fuck you dumb.” You couldn’t say anything, only unidentified words came past your lips.

Your high was near, it came and washed over you like a fresh shower, “mhm, come for me, buena niña,” Miguel only strengthened it.

“I’m not finished yet,” he stated and manhandled you, so your back was turned to him.

All the while still having his cock in your needy cunt and fucking you through your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass as he rutted into you, “Miguel,” you whined, holding onto his desk, “come on where’s your fire mi luciérnaga?” he slapped your ass.

You had nothing in you anymore, your head was completely empty. As much as would’ve wanted, you couldn’t. You just laid there, enjoying the pleasure, and taking everything Miguel gave you.

“Maldito infierno,” he cursed as he reached his orgasm, for a moment he stilled inside you and painted your velvet walls with his cum. Filling you up to the brim, not pulling out.

He slid his hand around you and pulled you against his broad chest, right hand wrapping around your throat like a necklace.

“How you feeling mi luciérnaga,” he whispered, softly stroking your sides while you closed your eyes.

“’m fine, Miggy,” you mused laying your head on his shoulders. Everything felt at peace, you were calm and had no issues with anything.

You could just lean against Miguel and he would take of you. He scooped you up and slowly pulled out to make sure he didn't hurt you, his cum leaking out of your cunt. A sight Miguel could never forget – one he didn't want to forget.

Miguel went to your universe, laying you into your bed and cleaning you up. Meanwhile you dazed around, until he joined you in bed.

"I don't have anger issues," you muttered into him as you cuddled up against him.

He covered you two with the blanket, "no, you don't," he agreed and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You were fast asleep, tired and spend while Miguel admired your beauty.

You have anger issues, always will but Miguel knew an affective method to control them. Add to that he loved your fire, needed it.

And Miles did fuck up.

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[kolsmikaelson]

Can you do a teacher catches fem yn and wednesday kissing

caught — wednesday addams x fem!reader

word count - 357 join taglist

a/n - first time writing for wednesday <3 thank you for your request!

You’re walking to your botany class when a hand reaches from around a corner and pulls you into the small hallway and a smile is brought to your face when you see Wednesday in front of you. Suddenly, Wednesday’s hands are tangled in your hair, keeping your lips on hers, as she nips at your bottom lip to gain access to the inside of your mouth. You wrap your hands around her waist pulling her chest to yours as you pull back for a moment of air, she opens her eyes and has a faint smile on her face. You look so good like this, you think, her braids are messy and her lips are pink and swollen. You lean back into her and smile into the kiss before you’re interrupted.

“Ahem.”

The sound of Ms. Weems clearing her throat caused you to pull away from Wednesday’s lips, moving to stand beside her.

“Miss Addams, Miss L/N.” Weems nods at each of you respectfully. “And what exactly are you two doing?”

You feel your cheeks heating up as you open your mouth, “It seems fairly obvious what we were doing, Ms. Weems.” Wednesday speaks, no trace of embarrassment in her voice.

“Wednesday!” you whisper-shout and lightly slap her on the arm, though there’s no point. It’s obvious that Weems heard you.

“Well Miss Addams, I’d suggest that the both of you get to your classes or else you’ll be late and we don’t want that, do we?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

“No ma’am, of course not.” Wednesday replies with a smug smirk on her face as she tugs on your hand and walks past Weems.

Wednesday knocks her hand into yours, her silent way of asking you to hold her hand as you walk together. “God, I can’t believe you did that.” you let out a laugh when she gives you a look as if to say really?. “Actually, yes, yes I can.”

“C’mon we can’t be late again just cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” The smile on your face is bright, it’s a lighthearted albeit true comment, each of you know that.

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[fanstuffrantings]

I love that the rat grinders embody a trope that ultimately doesn't pan out the way they'd want because for it to be fully effective, your rival has to know you exist. All of them did the best they could to get as cool as possible and it's clear that was done specifically to get back at the bad kids, they were apparently notorious in school for hating the bad kids, and yet the bad kids had no idea that they were even there through it all.

The description of Ruben specifically makes me think of this trope the most, he fully changed himself to make himself cooler to the general public and got the fame he wanted. But unlike the RG's, the bad kids really don't have to alter themselves to gain attention. They're just themselves and it draws people in.

I'm also fairly sure it's what bonds them together, not friendship but a collective hatred of the bad kids. And this is also probably what ended up ostracising Lucy from them ultimately leading to her death. Lucy would've been the one to befriend the bad kids and give up on the plan if she'd had the chance to speak to them. It was clear she didn't have nearly the level of hatred towards other people, even her line about her goddess said so. She believed in the importance of community and care.

I'm willing to bet she wanted to back out of the plan and leave the group, she probably was pressured by them into being willing to change her God but ultimately realized she didn't want to and that even if she failed she'd rather fail as herself and that infuriated the group because they needed a cleric. We still don't know for sure when rage the rage symptoms truly started to pop up more often and I do think the Rat grinders and Lucy's death where major players in it happening.

I think Lucy grew out of the rat grinders and they couldn't take that and the fear of her outing their plans to other people over shadowed everything else and she died. Was it rage that struck the blows in a moment of panic and loss of control? Was it actually premeditated with the RG's already deciding this would be her end? I genuinely want to know.

[pseudowho]

okay soooo likeeeee. How did you tell your husband you wrote fanfiction or if you started writing after you guys were married or dating, how did he like- find out? And how did he react? Or was it just like:

You: I like fictional men and I write incredible and award worthy fanfics about them.

Him: yeah?

You: yup.

Him: cool.

I feel like if I were to tell my s/o that I have a mental hospital worthy obsession with fictional men and an addition to reading/writing about them, would they think Im weird? Creepy? Would they break up with me? Idek I'm like rlly struggling here

I will be totally honest, I think @mrhaitch went through a slew of "oh my god am I not good enough does she hate me oh well she loves a fictional man now how do I kill a fictional man with a fictional knife oh god how do I fix this--" before finally coming to his senses, when I told him.

Which went something like this, after he'd been worried about me spending a lot of time on my phone (which is where I do all of my writing):

Me: Hey, listen, so I...started writing some stories.

Him: ...stories.

Me: Mmm. Fanfiction.

Him: ...right?

Me: *clears throat* Most of them...dirty. But not all of them.

Him: ...right?

Me: ...and they're...popular.

Him: Popular?

Me: Like, thousands of followers popular.

Him: Well...shit.

Me: Shit.

Him: Shit.

*silence, tea drinking, kids burning the house down in the background*

Him: ...since when did you write?

He absolutely assumed my writing was shit because it was 1. On Tumblr and 2. Fanfiction, but eventually accepted I can write fairly well. Which is high praise from him.

Once I berated him ruthlessly for being so childish, he took some time to reflect and realised he was being childish, and has been nothing but supportive since.

My answer to you: if they think you're weird or creepy or break up with you because you spend a bit of time hyperfixating on make believe men, within the boundaries of a normal healthy relationship, or if they try to control you or make you seem small or stupid or wrong, then throw them down the drain.

Because I promise you, if they think that being nasty to you will stop you fixating, they're so categorically wrong.

Initial surprise or uncertainty is normal, I think, but it's how they respond to feeling bad about something safe or normal that makes them feel foolishly threatened, that's really important. If they feel threatened and use that to make it your fault, there's a problem there.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[summerlovingbaby]

Accidents Happen

tw: self harm and mentions of attempted suicide

Hitoshi heard whimpering coming from one of the spare bedroom at the end of the hall. He was on his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, because the air had grown fairly hot in the night.

He remembered when he felt like that. When the day felt so bad, and the nightmares felt so real that it made him sick. He quietly pushed open the door, careful not to make it creak, careful not to wake the two other adults just down the hall.

He smelled a smell that smelled all to family and brought back to not so distant painful memories. He felt bad for her. He had been in the girls' position not so long ago, and he remembered how each painful moment felt.

He kneeled on the side of her bed and debated waking her up. This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had in a long time, despite the fact that she was having a violent nightmare.

“Y/N.” he gently shook her awake, causing her to sit straight up in the bed, neck hairs standing up. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“Hitoshi?” she quietly questioned, wiping the sweat off her brow. She caught the look on his face and assumed the worst. She tried to get out of bed, but her legs felt stuck to the uncomfortable plastic-like sheets. “Did something happen? Do I have to go back?”

“No..no nothing like that-”

“Is it Eri, is she okay?” she pleaded.

“She’s fine.” he urged. “It’s okay, everything is okay, I swear.” he whispered. 

He watched her face settle into a mix of stress and content, and watched her muscles grow loose. Her eyes fell on the spiderman comforter, and she wiggled her nose trying to ignore the presentiant smell. Then she looked at him, waiting for him to speak, he didn’t know what to say, so thought about what Aizawa said to him, not so many months ago.

“ I have to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be embarrased, or worried, or feel bad about it, okay?” he watched her nod sligtly. “ I think you may have had an accident.”

“ Accident?” her eyebrows moved together and her mouth formed into a line confused, before her eyes widened in realization and she grabbed the egde of the comfoter and through it off the bed, landing on the floor right next to Shinso, who payed it no mind. “ Oh god.” Her hand flew to her mouth, as she tried to come up with a reasonable excuse, only for her mind to draw a blank. “ Oh my god. I’m so sorry-”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. It was a accident.”

“ I wet the bed.” she muttered to herself. Like she was still trying to get herself to believe it. 

She had been through so much, and yet she was still behaving like a child, not only that but she had managed to embarrass herself into a person that she desperately wanted to be her friend.

“ I wet the bed.” she repeated. 

“ It’s okay, it was an accident.” Hitoshi muttered, he saw her trying hard to cry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Please don’t apologize.” he said, he really wanted to stroke her hair and rub her back, but was afraid to touch her without asking. “ It was accident. Accidents happen some time, things like this happen some time.”

“ I wet the bed.” she said again, her eyes widened as tears fell freely down her face, “ I’ll clean it up, I swear. I will-”

“ It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry. That doesn’t matter.” He spoke, his voice was calm. He knew the melting pot of emotions that she had to be feeling. It was clear that she was upset, but even then she was worried about fixing the mess that she made.

“ I’ll clean it up I promise, and I can sleep on the couch-”

“ Don’t worry about that right now. How about you go to the bathroom and clean up a little, and I’ll take care of this-”

“ You don’t have to-”

“ I insisit.”

“ You can’t tell him, you can’t-”

“ I won’t, I promise. Now go shower, I’ll be here when you get back.”

20 minutes later, she came back with a fresh pair of pajamas, and a hanful of dirty ones. Hitoshi had given her a pair, and they were much to big, the t shirt stopping mid thigh, and the boxer shorts hanging of her hips. The socks were mismatched in a unironic way. It would have been an unusally funny sight, if it weren’t for the fact that it was clear that she had been crying in the shower.

“ I didn’t know where to-”

“ It’s okay, I’ll take them on my way out.” he whispered. “ I gave you an extra blanket, in case you got cold.”He was always cold when he first moved in. The doctors guessed it was the years of malnutrition and about every diffancy known to man. “ Bed’s all yours.” he motioned to the bed. 

“ You won’t tell him-”

“ No.” he spoke plainly. Like he was talking to a mirror. He would know exactly what she felt like, he was in her position not more than a year ago. “ Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him-”

“ Yes.” she said quickly. “ Please.”

“ Is there a reason?”

“ I don’t want him to get rid of me, if I’m too much trouble he’ll get rid of me.” she spoke, it was a manic mutter. His face softened, he knew that desperation, that need to be perfect that want to stay safe, she wanted to be safe. That need to not be too much, to not be sent away.

Hitoshi carefully walked towards her, and pointed, before asking if he could have a seat. Y/N hesitated before nodding softly and looking away. She was tired, that itself was clear, the prominent eyebags gave her away.

“ He won’t get rid of you, I promise.”

“ How do you know, when you’re so...” she searched her mind for the word. Settled on one, opened her mouth to speak, decided it was offensive and didn’t say anything else.

“ It’s okay, You can say it.”

“ Good. You’re so good.”

“When Aizawa had first taken me in I was.... I was alot like you.”

“ Broken?”

Hitoshi shook his head and extended his hand to the bedside tissue, so he could wipe the tears out of her face.

“ I was fine, but one night after Mr. Mic took me out to the store I saw my mothers husband. At the time I was fine. I was a bit scared, yeah, but I thought I was fine. But Aizawa ended up having to wake me up. Turns out I wet the bed. Right through the streets all over the matress.”

“ I hardly even know him and I really don’t want to disappoint him.”

“ I think he’ll be more happy that you reached out to him. He really just wants to help, y’know?”

“ I don’t want him to send me away.”

“ He won’t. I know he doesn’t seem like it, but he is very forgiving and kind. He just wants to help, y’know.” he spoke. Y/N seemed to burry herself in a bundle of inescapble slelf pity. “The first night I got her, I drunk all his alcohol threw up over his balcony before taking a knife from his kitchen and trying to kill myself.” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/N wanted to laugh, he always seemed so put together and calm. There is no way a boy like him, used to be so broken. So unfixable.

“ Yeah right.”

“See.” he pulled up the hem of his sleves and saw a long scar running along his wrist. Y/N’ s mouth fell open and she chewed on her bottom lip.

“But you seem so... okay.”

“ It took some time to get there, but I’m getting to be okay.” he shrugged. “ You’ll get there to.” he added. “ You’re doing better than I was, you haven’t thrown up over the balcony yet so.”

“ When did it stop?” she asked, looking up at staring at the wall. “ The bed wetting?”

“ I don’t remeber the day-”

“Why did it stop.”

“ I don’t know, they just did. It still happens sometimes, maybe once a month or so.” he whispered. “ Talking to him helped. He’s really good about that stuff. I know he doesn’t seem like it but he’s comforting in a weird way. He always knew how to make me feel better.”

“ I can’t-”

“ He won’t get rid of you.”

“ Becase it’s embarrasing, I’m ebarrased. I feel so pathetic, like a baby.”

“ I get it. Boy do I get it, but not talking about it, it only hurts you.”

“ Eri has never wet the bed-”

“ It’s a trauma response, a normal truma response that alot of people have.An that doesn’t make you any more pathetic, or give you any reason to be embarrased.”

“ I would be really embarrased if I threw up over the balcony.” she shrugged and glanced up to look for his approval to he smiling and bitting back a laugh.

“ Really funny.” he laughed. “ You’re really funny.”

Y/N wore a ghost of her smile as Hitoshi waved her goodbye and started to leave. He picked up the pile of laundry and made it halfway before she called out to him.

“ I’ll think about it. Talking to him I  mean.”

He nodded, that’s all he could ask of her was to think about getting help. Forcing her to talk would have been bad, so she planned on not going back to sleep, and thinking about it.

“ If you need anything, I’m just down the hall.”

And with that, he closed the door behind him, leaving Y/N with a half smile, and thoughts of getting help.

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Siren Charms: Chapter 3

Zoro x Siren!Reader

Warnings: None

Sea Vampires

"Zoro!" Nami's are were folded across her chest and she was impatiently tapping her foot. "I just had this cleaned yesterday. Why are you going for midnight swims?" 

"I don't know why she's so upset when we cleaned it," Usopp muttered to Brook.

"Yeah, Mosshead!" Sanji added his two cents, simply to suck up to Nami. "Stop making such a beautiful woman's life hard!" 

Zoro stood on the deck confused. Yes there were wet footsteps, yes his clothes were wet, but he didn't remember going for a swim. And he was pretty sure he wouldn't do so at night while he was supposed to be on watch. 

"Nah, little lady, I don't think it was Zoro." Franky scratched his chin. "This happened before, a fe days ago." 

Zoro rubbed his neck. Why did it feel so sore?

"Your neck bothering you too? Mine was feeling funny the other morning." Usopp frowned. 

Chopper hopped up and down, attempting to get a better view. "Let me see!" 

They both sat where Chopper could get a better look at them. The reindeer poked and prodded at them, observing the strange crescent-shaped mark. The one on Usopp was silvery-pink, like it would be completely healed in a few days. The one on Zoro was bright pink, like it was a scratch that was fairly freshly healed. 

"Does anyone else have a mark like that?"

Nami and Sanji both raised their hands.

"Oh my god! I've heard about this," Usopp dropped to the deck and wailed. "We're all doomed. It's- It's the Sea Vampires." Usopp continued. "They only feed on the most handsome pirates and they do it so slowly you won't notice until it's too late and you're a pile of dust on the ground!"

"Hmmm," Brook's lilting voice piped up, "I don't think so. I don't have that mark and I'm pretty handsome." 

"You don't have blood!"

"Good point. YOhohoho." 

Robin, who had been reading her book on deck, overhearing the conversation, made a suggestion. "Why don't you have two people on watch tonight, Luffy? The Sea Vampire can't feed on two people at once. You can watch each others' backs." Robin made her signature grin and cocked her head. "May I be so bold as to suggest Usopp? He seems to know a lot about them." Robin didn't believe him of course, but it did stir up vague memories of another folk tale, if she could just remember what book it was from. 

"WHA-" Usopp cleared his throat. "I mean yes I do know a lot about them so you should probably not put me on watch. What if I was eaten? Then you would be stuck without any information." He folded his arms and nodded his head once, resolutely.

Luffy had definitely not been listening to the majority of the conversation, completely fascinated by some little fish swimming just off the bow. "Great idea, Robin! And Zoro can be the second. He would never let you get eaten. Right, Zoro?"

"Well, I'll probably have to let him get chewed on a little as a distraction for the vampire. Then I can chop its head off."

"What if you hit me!?"

"Then it was a noble sacrifice." Zoro smirked. Of course he had more precision than that. 

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Twenty-Four

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four: One Hell of a Record

Summary: (Y/N)'s record is played out before them.

Mouse Note: Let me know what you think!

            A child ran through a forest, racing over tree roots and leaping over creeks. The full hung high over the trees.

            “Merlin! Merlin!” called the child.

            A pained meow caused the child to pause and turned to the right. A group of kids were gathered around a cat, taunting it.

            “Leave him alone!” said the first child, running towards the group. They scooped up a rock and threw it at the kids. The bullies yelped as they were pelted and ran off. “Cowards!” shouted the child after them. They knelt next to the little black cat, injured and bleeding. “Merlin…Oh, Merlin.”

            The child reached out to the cat, and it hissed, lashing out. The child drew their hand back for a moment as the claws cut into them. Blood beaded in the small injuries, and the child hissed at the pain.

            Swallowing, the child reached back out, and the cat let them touch it this time. “What did they do to you, Merlin?”

            The cat meowed pitifully as the child petted it. The child closed their eyes. I wish you would heal. I want you to be alright…

            Under the light of the moon, the blood from the cat scratches dripped onto the pelt of the animal and glowed a faint red.

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            A full moon threw silver light over the clearing in the forest. Within the clearing, a bonfire lit the area with golden light, creating an array of shadows and light.

            A group of people laughed and sang. One dressed in black danced around the bonfire. The flames of the fire followed their dance, following the magic of their movements.

            Barefoot, the figure in black swirling and threw their hands up. With their eyes closed, they could feel every piece of the world around them. They could hear the heartbeats of their coven, sense the trees growing to the heavens, feel the decay of dead animals and people beneath the Earth, all in a circle of life and death that rested at their fingertips.

            “Aperi caelum et pluviam cadunt.”

            They spun and threw up their arms.

            The skies opened up, and the rain fell.

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            The witch in black stood in a home, standing beside a woman. In the light of day, their features were clear, soft, fairly young, and human.

            “This should help your garden,” they said, handing over a bottle of liquid. “Pour it over your plants, and your harvest will come.”

            “Oh, thank you, thank you,” said the woman, shaking their hand. “How can I ever repay you? My family would starve without you.”

            The witch smiled. “Well, you simply…don’t mention my assistance, and you will owe me a favor when I ask it.”

            The woman’s smile faltered. “A favor? Whenever you ask?”

            The witch laughed. “Oh, dear. It’s not as if I’m going to steal your soul.” They smirked.

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            A young girl sobbed. “He-He—Oh, goodness! Oh, dear god!” Tears fell down her cheeks. “I-I don’t know what to do! No one would believe me…!”

            The witch gazed at the young girl. Their gaze was set, somber with deadliness. To hear what had happened to this girl…it made their blood boil and their magic sing for justice.

            “A-And he’s going to buy my marriage from my family! I-I can’t be stuck with him! I’d rather die!” sobbed the girl. She gazed up at the witch tearfully. “But what can I do?”

            The witch knelt before the girl and took her hands. “You can give me his name.”

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            The witch stood in a cloak of black before a house. A dark sky of storm clouds rumbled overhead, obscuring the midnight sky.

            The witch raised a silver knife with one hand and an open palm with another. They slit their palm, letting blood drip from their palm. They pressed the bloody palm to their chest on top of their heart and then raised it to the sky.

            “Sanguis magicae. Sanguis ferit. Sanguis ardeat.”

            The witch’s blood thrummed with magic. Lightning struck the house before them, and flames erupted in a brilliant column of light amidst the darkness.

            The light of the flames danced across the witch’s face as they smirked.

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            “Brother?” The witch stepped into a sitting room with a pleasant smile. “Who are our guests?”

            The brother turned to them. “They wish to speak to you about Mr. Hancock’s death.”

            “Mr. Hancock’s death?” The witch raised an eyebrow. “Why, wasn’t that an accident?”

            The brother sighed. “Apparently, blood was found outside.”

            “Witchcraft, it was. Deviling and conjuring,” said one of the men angrily.

            “And you are the only person ‘oo’s been walking around with new gloves,” said another man. “Ya’re hidin’ the devil magic you been doing.”

            The witch scoffed. “This is nonsense.”

            “Just show them your hands and be done with it,” said the brother, sighing.

            The witch paused, narrowing their eyes. They clenched their gloved hands into fists.

            “Show them,” said the brother.

            “Yes, ‘Mayor,’ ” said the witch mockingly. They pulled their gloves off to reveal one hand with a cut through the palm.

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            Ropes bound the witch, and they wore just a shift as the men pushed them towards the river. The rest of the villagers watched, several people’s eyes widening as they recognized their fellow witch.

            “Now, witch!” shouted a man. “We’ll see if the water accepts or reject you!”

            They pushed the witch forward, and they fell into the water. For a moment, they were stuck beneath the water, staring up at the people of the village, drowning helplessly, the pressure of the water pressing in on all sides.

             And then they floated. Their bound body lifted back to the surface. The villagers gasped and moved back, and the men glared at them.

            “A true witch…We know how to deal with such a creature!”

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            The witch was bound to a pole, and wooden logs were strewn at their feet. They stared out across the crowd of people watching Rage raced through them. No one sought to help them. No one they had helped was willing to return the favor. The people they had killed for simply averted their eyes as they waited for the witch to be burned.

            “Now, Witch, burn for your crimes!” shouted one man, lighting a torch. He tossed it onto the woodpile, and flames began to lick up at the witch’s skin. “Confess now or face the fires of Hell.”

            The witch raised their head and spoke. “Very well. I have a confession.” They stared out across the crowd. “I am the reason so many of you lived and died.” Their audience gasped. “I gave you the rains for your crops, the medicine for your wounds, justice for your crimes! Your families lived and died by my hand and my will dozens of times.” They tilted their head as the flames grew higher around them. “So, tell me whether Heaven or Hell is what I belong?” The witch smirked.

            “No…Actually, I’ll tell you.” Their eyes flashed bright with magic. “I do deserve Hell. But so do all of you.” The witch dug their nails into their palm, reopening the cut on their hand. Their grin was positively devilish.

            “Ardeat in inferno!”

            The witch laughed as the flames of their pyre swept into a raging hellfire, spreading towards the people who condemned them. They went to Hell with a smile on their face and a soul of fruitful vengeance.

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            The witch, no…that’s not it anymore, stood before a demon of feathers and shadow as he regarded them. “Name?”

            Though they had no notion of where it came from, they knew it in their very heart. “Felis.” Yes. That was who they were. Felis.

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            Felis liked demon magic. It flowed much more easily to them than it had as a human witch. The shadows erupted from them, and they tore through the poor human they were testing their abilities on.

            (Not that he was really that “poor.” He was a murderer that the police hadn’t caught yet, and Felis liked seeing the fear on his face as he experienced the same feeling of being prey his victims had).

            “Good,” said Corvus, and Felis’s tail flicked at the praise.

            “Not too dramatic for you?” said Felis, smirking.

            “Toying with the mortals can be fun,” said Corvus.

            Felis chuckled, blood decorating their hands, and Corvus smirked. They were respected. Felis was respected as an individual. Strange. The humans condemned Hell and demons, and yet a demon was the first being to give Felis the respect they deserved.

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            “What name is it this time?” Felis didn’t need to introduce themself. They and Corvus knew their energies and auras by heart, so all they had to do was strike up a conversation.

            “Thomas,” said Corvus.

            “Not one of your best,” said Felis.

            “Yes, but the…reward will be worth it,” said Corvus with a smirk.

            “Oh? So you have an exciting one this time?” said Felis.

            “I have a mystery on my hands, and uncovering dirty little secrets always makes the humans squirm,” said Corvus.

            “Sounds amusing,” said Felis. “Mine is amassing riches for her daughter by marrying.”

            “Playing matchmaker?” said Corvus, entertained by the idea.

            Felis smirked. “Oh, no, not at all. I free my Mistress up for the next husband.”

            Corvus chuckled at the idea, and Felis grinned. Each time they found each other again, it was as if no time had passed. It was Corvus and Felis once more.

            And Felis liked it that way.

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            Felis regarded the demon before them suspiciously. Something was…familiar. They straightened as they realized what it was.

            “Oh,” said Felis.

            “Ah,” said Corvus.

            Felis grinned. Corvus was back in their life. They preferred it that way.

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           “Do you feel shame about your human life?” questioned Corvus suddenly.

            “Excuse me?” Felis’s eyes flashed. “I died and came back a demon. I’ve lived for centuries bringing justice and power to those who are preyed upon by other humans. What do I have to be ashamed of?”

            Corvus chuckled as Felis spoke before he opened his eyes. His eyes were glowing in the evening’s creeping darkness. He reached up, and his hand brushed over their skin. “Nothing. No demon like you should be ashamed of anything.” He smirked. “I chose to teach you for a reason.”

            “Because I had already died?” remarked Felis, eyes darting to Corvus’s hand. They should be worried about his touch, uncomfortable as usual, but they weren’t. They stood calmly before Corvus.

            “Because you had strength already,” said Corvus.

            Felis raised an eyebrow and was about to ask what that meant, but Corvus smiled and stepped back. “Continue with your work. We shall have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” And with that, he left Felis alone.

            Felis gripped the shirt in their hand tightly before letting it fall to the table they were working at. What was that? Felis sighed and ran a hand through their hair. They were a damn demon. They shouldn’t be at all offput with someone being that close. They’ve literally seduced dozens of people. But for some reason, Corvus made them actually have a reaction.

            Pushing aside the feelings wasn’t working. Felis couldn’t escape the thoughts. They were attracted to Corvus. They liked him far more than a demon should like anyone. They liked the one demon who respected them but was also so skilled as a demon that he didn’t get attached to anyone.

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            “Felis!”

            (Y/N) snapped back to reality and collapsed backwards. Sebastian caught them, pulling them to him. “Felis?” There was barely concealed worry in his voice as he gazed at their dazed expression and their wound.

            (Y/N) met his gaze, and his eyes said it all. He had seen their record. So had the rest. They knew what (Y/N) had been, the details of their human life they kept private for a reason. (Y/N) looked away, overwhelmed enough from having experienced their death for a second time.

            “Your Record was even more amusing that the first time I viewed it!” said Undertaker.

            (Y/N) nearly hissed in anger, demonic instincts spiking, hellish magic rushing into their veins. “My Record is none of—!”

            Their words were cut off as the entire ship shook and swayed violently to the side. They were going vertical. Sebastian grabbed Ciel with one arm and grabbed the balcony railing with the other. (Y/N) held onto the railing beside him, grimacing in pain. Ronald and Grell jumped onto the railing, crouching as the ship tilted on its stern. Screams sounded from outside where the humans began to fall and face another deadly crisis.

            “Don’t tell me it’s already—!” Grell scrambled for purchase.

            “Blimey!” cried Ronald.

            “My, my. Will it be anytime now, hm?” said Undertaker, stabbing his Scythe down to grip onto his perch.

            “Oh, no,” said Sebastian, gritting his teeth. “The bow is pitching upward from the weight of all the water we have taken on.”

            Stoker’s grip slipped. “A-Ah!” He screamed as he fell. A sickening crack punctuated his end.

            “Rian Stoker. Born August twenty-fourth, 1854. Died April twentieth, 1889 due to a fall,” said Grell. Her waiting was over. “Bassy, (Nickname), as you can see, I haven’t a moment to spare. I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’ll be taking that Undertaker fellow for myself. You just stay right there and watch me in action.”

            “We cannot allow y—!”

            Sebastian leapt out of the way as Ronald attacked with his Scythe. The reaper pivoted and swung at (Y/N), who flipped up to Sebastian’s side. The demons grimaced, blood staining their clothes from their deep wounds.

            “You’re much stronger than me, Miss Sutcliffe, so that Undertaker’s all yours!” said Ronald. “I’ll put these weak, worn-out, old dogs over here out of their misery!”

            (Y/N) lifted their gaze, fuchsia eyes narrowed, pupils slits. They panted. A Death Scythe’s blow, especially one so deep, couldn’t be healed instantly even by a demon. They felt the pain. But (Y/N) wouldn’t let that deter them.

            “Don’t take light of us,” they spat. “You’re but a reaper. We are demons. These wounds aren’t enough to stop us. And they certainly aren’t enough to give you the ability to defeat us.” They narrowed their eyes. “Right, Sebastian?”

            Sebastian smirked. “Yes, most definitely.” He was by their side to the end.

            (Y/N) coughed violently, blood escaping them.

            Ronald sighed. “Aww, brother. Now I can’t help feeling like I’ve turned into a bully picking on the weak…”

            Wham!

            Sebastian moved in the blink of an idea and slammed a fist into Ronald’s face. He went flying and scrambling for purchase as he fell. Before he could grab anything, (Y/N) was upon him.

            “You saw my Record. You should know what happens when people assume they have power over me.” (Y/N) slammed him backwards viciously. “It doesn’t end well for them.”

            Ronald managed to flip his Scythe around and zoom towards them with it. He sliced at (Y/N), and they flipped up to avoid him. Sebastian launched himself down and kicked him. Ronald hit the ground and the pile of tables from the fall.

            “Wai—!” He coughed. “Ho…w are you…still moving?!”

            Sebastian and (Y/N) landed above him.

            “Because,” said Sebastian. “It is as they said. We are demons. You have no idea what we’re capable of.” (Y/N) smirked through their pain.

            “Even though you can barely stand up, there you go showin’ off…” coughed Ronald. “You make me s—!”

            (Y/N) knocked him out with a kick. They glanced at Sebastian. “How about we make use of him?”

            Sebastian smirked. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”

            (Y/N) picked up Ronald’s body, aimed, and threw. Ronald crashed into Grell, taking both the reapers out of the fight against Undertaker.

            “Ronald?!” exclaimed Undertaker.

            “I say,” said Sebastian, leaning on Ronald’s Death Scythe. “How soft the youth of today are! Is it not a little behind the times of you to depend solely on your Death Scythes?”

            “Now…” (Y/N)’s sharp gaze turned on Undertaker. “The only one who remains is—”

            The ship tilted again, and the remaining fighters braced. (Y/N), Sebastian, and Ciel kept together, and Undertaker perched on a column. Water broke through the original floor of the hall. The ship was finishing its submergence.

            “Well, the time has come to say our farewells at last,” said Undertaker. “I must say, it’s been cracking good fun.”

            (Y/N) leapt at him before he could put another word in. The shadows themselves propelled them forward, and Undertaker’s eyes widened in surprise as they slashed at him. He leaned back, and Sebastian lunged. Undertaker pivoted, avoiding the demons, but Ciel’s hand snapped out and closed around the chain of lockets Undertaker wore.

            His eyes widened as he jumped away, but a soft smile appeared as he landed. “Lord Earl,” he said, almost gently. “I entrust that to your keeping for the present. Please take with you and treat it with care. It is my treasure.”

            Ciel reached out to him. “Wait, Undertaker!”

            “So long, my Lord, dear demons,” said Undertaker. He raised his Scythe. “Let’s meet again.”

            He swung his blade, and the Campania was slit in half.

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Episode Five: Child of Blessing

Roberto telling Meryl a spooky story is the most dad moment he gets, I think. It's both funny and endearing. He sounds so much fonder than he did in the first episode and it echoes Wolfwood trying to make Meryl eat dinner in the previous episode. He obviously finds it amusing to see her irritated, but if she's telling him off she's no longer focused on the heat.

It's good the episode starts with that, because up until [redacted] this is the possibly the roughest watch in the series.

From what I can tell, Stampede is broken roughly into four sections - three episodes for Vash meeting Meryl, four to give us the essence of Wolfwood, two about Knives (though arguably Bright Light counts as his, or maybe you could say he hijacked it) and the finale. But these categories aren't absolute. I believe all four sections reflect the conflict at the show's heart - what I think the producer called "the song of the brothers". This is an episode about the past, and it begins in the past, but it's also about the present, and about Wolfwood, and about Knives.

I love the soft, very faintly sepia-toned filter for the flashbacks. They feel warm and a little faded, like an old blanket that's still comfortable. So of course the story they tell is horrible. Rollo's mother didn't want to sacrifice her son, but in the world as her belief system had conceptualised it, it's his blessing upon the town, a wonderful thing. The other women all went through the same. And all of them have been lied to, manipulated, exploited - they are no more than expendable resources. Their god never appeared to them and gave nothing back to them. Every one of the children before Rollo died in pain, and despite the ostensible "success" Rollo represented, the first thing he does (it's implied) is attack and kill his mother. Twenty years later the town is deserted. And though Roberto's explanation of the sand's colour cannot possibly be true - it was already red when Rollo was still a normal boy - the picture painted with every other detail isn't one I really want think about.

This is a Wolfwood episode - the first time, I think, he has to act of his own volition for the sake of his goal. The first time Vash sees him assume the mantle of the Punisher. And Vash hates it. It hurts to see Rollo dead, to know that he can do nothing to save him now. But even more, it hurts to know that Wolfwood has no faith that Rollo could have returned when Vash is so eager to have that faith in Wolfwood. It's fairly clear that Wolfwood saw himself in Rollo - Wolfwood sees the drugs, we see his vials, they're the same colour and they do the same thing. The shot of Wolfwood coming to the realisation of what's been done to this poor kid is haunting. And the only solution he has is to put him down - the only solution he himself sees to what’s been done to him.

But… I feel like Vash's reaction, along with the tone of how the episode concludes, isn't just about losing Rollo and seeing his ideals torn down. It isn't just about Wolfwood showing Vash what he's had to become. Yes, this is in part an episode revealing the depths of Knives's cruelty, and they sure as hell aren't done yet. But it's not just that.

Rollo took on a different name. Rollo became a living weapon. Rollo was consumed by hate. Rollo murdered his mother, ruined his home. And Vash promises Rollo that he'll stay, that he won't abandon him to be all alone again, only for Wolfwood to dispense his “mercy” and put him beyond helping forever.

I think if there's anything Vash fears more than he fears what Knives will do, it's that his brother is beyond receiving any other mercy.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Yuu being a fairly cheery person, but she's talented at writing angsty fanfics and stories with heart-wrenching or ambiguous endings. People read it, and they're like, "Who hurt you?"

Belle is either a fan of her works or her main editor. She's one of those readers that angrily praises Yuu for breaking her heart (she means that affectionately.)

Gaston is just scoffing at why someone would be so affected by a piece of writing. He reads it, and an hour later, LeFou finds him sitting in front of the fireplace unnervingly still with no emotion in his eyes and Yuu's latest work on the floor. Gaston is just holding a glass of scotch that he barely took a sip from. I imagine that it's the same reaction people had to Crona's poem in Soul Eater

So I’m in love with bookworm!Yuu and I headcanon that she had the same reaction to the NRC library as Belle did with Beast’s library.

And when the club were watching her memories and Belle saw Yuu get excited over books, she was like ‘new BFF’ 😊

Yuu and the Disney characters definitely have a book club and some members include: Belle, Rapunzel, Beast/Adam, Ratigan, Quasimodo and others.

(This isn’t really part of the ask but I headcanon that Leona is well-read in Shakespeare one because he was a prince and two because of Lion King’s ties to Hamlet and as a Shakespeare fan myself I think they’d basically recreate the deleted scene in Beauty and the Beast where Belle reads Romeo and Juliet)

(Also, Belle and Yuu totally fangirl about Shakespeare together while Adam and Leona just give them looks of affection the whole time)

I can imagine that Yuu would write fanfiction (Rook and Lilia do as well) and she can either go completely fluffy and filled with the most heart-warming declarations of tender and warm love that makes you feel so elated it’s like you’re in heaven or angst that is so soul crushing that it feels like you got punched in the gut and all you want to do is hide under the covers and cry until your eyes sting.

The book club is impressed. Belle is her most loyal and devoted fan and wonders how someone so emotionally intelligent  fails to see the many many suitors who are madly in love with her.

Oh my god, Gaston! I love the fact that HoM!Gaston is basically the opposite of Hercules. The only way you’d get him to read something is to draw something on it since like Alice he believes that a book is boring/impossible to read if it has no pictures (honestly, I think that realisation is what makes Alice start to think that maybe having no pictures is not a bad thing). 

The villains decide to give her writing a try considering that they claimed her as one of them first (no, you literally didn’t. The sensational six/heroes were her friends first) (they’d argue that since she goes to a villain school she’s an honorary villain) (someone stop them before another custody battle starts).

I would give anything to see Chernobog or The Horned King be all like ‘this is child’s play’ and then you find them catatonic as they sit at their tables completely silent.

Maleficent is so proud of her. She always knew that she’d make an exceptional granddaughter-in-law. 

Daisy: You sure you can handle it, Hades? This is pretty heavy stuff.

Hades: I’m the Lord of the Underworld, babes. God of the dead? Ring any bells? I’ve met the souls and read the records of the worst of the worst. This little piece of paper is nothing.

*one hour later*

Pain and Panic: *enter Hades’ office after he locked himself in there and find him cuddling Cerberus, his shoulders visibly shaking* Uhh, boss? You okay there? 

Hades: *voice thick and cracking with emotion and it’s clear that he’s been crying* GET OUT *throws a spare box of tissues at them*

[suzukiblu]

den mother Tony from "oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me" AU excerpt:

“What?” Tony says in alarm, jerking his head up from the repulsor he was in the middle of fine-tuning. He thinks he just hallucinated something.

“We need you to babysit for this rut,” Darcy repeats from the other end of the video call. The sentence makes no more sense the second time around.

“No you don’t,” Tony says inanely. “Where’s Barton?”

“Home,” Darcy says.

"Rogers?"

"Mission with Natasha and Sam."

“Thor and Foster?”

“Off-planet.”

“Pepper?”

“Running your company.”

“. . . J.A.R.V.I.S.?”

“Tony,” Darcy says patiently. “Can you handle this or not?”

“What?” Tony sputters indignantly. “I can—absolutely I can handle this! I am more than capable of handling this!”

“Okay,” Darcy says. “We’ll drop the pups off in an hour, then.”

“Okay!” Tony says. “That’s fine. That works. I can handle that.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Darcy says, and hangs up. Tony panics.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.!” he says, dropping his tools. “What just happened?!”

“You agreed to babysit the children for the duration of Ms. Lewis’s upcoming rut, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. says. Tony panics further.

“They asked me to babysit?!” he says.

“Yes, sir.”

“On purpose?!”

“Apparently, sir.”

“Fuck!”

Tony does the reasonable thing, which is to call Pepper on the emergency frequency. She answers, looking alarmed.

“What’s wrong?!” she says.

“They want me to babysit!” Tony says frantically. Pepper . . . pauses.

“What,” she says.

“Babysit!” Tony repeats, gesturing wildly.

“Tony,” Pepper says with a clear lack of respect for the crisis level Tony is currently operating at. “I’m in the middle of a meeting.”

“I know,” Tony lies.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., please pencil us in for a call in an hour,” Pepper says with a sigh.

“An hour?!” Tony protests. "They're getting here in an hour!"

“An hour,” she repeats firmly. “I’ll call you back then.”

“Pepper—!”

“An hour,” Pepper says, and ends the call. Tony groans, dropping his head into his grease-stained hands, then mutters a curse as he remembers the machine oil and grit all over them. This is what he gets for taking calls when he’s working, he thinks. This is what he gets for ever taking calls at all.

“I cannot believe they want me to babysit,” he says.

“Ms. Lewis did say you were the last option, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. says, which is not helpful.

“So how was I an option at all, then?!” Tony demands. “They know me! They know better than this! What’s wrong with Bruce?!”

“Dr. Banner informed Ms. Lewis and Sergeant Barnes that he was not capable of babysitting fairly early in the children’s lives,” J.A.R.V.I.S. reminds him.

“Yes, but that was him being paranoid about the Hulk, not him actually being incompetant to do it!” Tony says, getting up to start pacing behind the workbench. “I’m incompetant to do it!”

“I wouldn’t know, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. says, which, again, is not helpful. Tony groans again.

“Oh my god, I’m not prepared for this,” he says. “They’re dropping them off in an hour. One hour. My lab isn’t childproofed!”

“Yes it is, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S reminds him. “You’ve updated the childproofing in the Tower twice this year.”

“Not enough!” Tony says. “How often are they actually in here unsupervised? Never! They are never in here unsupervised!”

“You are technically supervision, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. says.

“Technically at best!” Tony says. “At best!”

“I suppose, sir,” J.A.R.V.I.S. says.

“Where’s Bruce?!” Tony demands, looking around the lab. He’s this close to calling Rhodey’s emergency frequency too, but Bruce is definitely closer. Rhodey’s in another damn state right now, and frankly it's a miracle it's not another damn country.

"I believe Dr. Banner is currently in his personal lab," J.A.R.V.I.S. says.

"Call him!" Tony says.

"Is that really the best idea right now, sir?" J.A.R.V.I.S. says.

"An hour, J.A.R.V.I.S.!" Tony says.

"I'll see if he's available, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. says diplomatically. He's saying "sir" an awful lot, which Tony suspects is him trying to placate him or something equally ridiculous, but he's too frazzled to call out his own AI for patronizing him right now. People are leaving children with him. On purpose! And he agreed to it!

He definitely does not have time to call out J.A.R.V.I.S. right now.

"Tony?" Bruce says as a screen pops up in front of him. "Is something wrong?"

"I need you in the fabrication lab," Tony says, because "come help me babysit the Winter Soldier's pups before I fuck them up" is obviously not gonna work. Bruce would probably just leave the damn Tower if he tried that. Possibly the country.

"I'll be right there," Bruce says, getting up from his seat as the screen blinks out. Small victories, Tony thinks.

"That wasn't entirely honest, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. says mildly disapprovingly. Tony still doesn't have time for AI patronization.

"It's an emergency," he says feelingly. "Bruce can be mad at me later, when the kids aren't all traumatized for life. Now what in this place is flammable and where can I hide it?"

[utilitycaster]

#this is SO real#wbn#there's a strange determination to sort everyone into either witches OR wizards and not just. townsfolk. people.#and to a degree that is where the story has led us (ame has been leaning much heavier on the spirit side of her communication role)#but the mortal world is just as complex and deserving of attention and sympathy as the spirits#and it's almost bizarre to treat everything suvi says as empire fodder rather than legitimate frustration and confusion at a world that#has been closed off to her#'you get what you get' has been taken so far out of the context in which she said it for example#yes I believe she has the incorrect viewpoint imo but there is so much nuance in how suvi doesn't want people to be hurt and wants to-#be able to control that. and how the spirits represent an absolute lack of control with the ability to do whatever they want#(for the most part)#and her fear and even occasional disdain of that is from a further place than empire propaganda#it's from her desire to have control and knowledge of her surroundings. to be able to Know everything#and the spirits laugh in the face of that very idea#and it's not entirely invalid of her to be frightened of that!!!#it's the wizard the witch AND the wild one!!#suvi would not be there if her viewpoint was not valuable if very very flawed#her end goal should not be to become ame because like she said. she's a wizard and she Knows magic!#there is virtue is her strategy and determination and logic#but people seem to favor ignoring that to smooth over the nuance and hope for her to realize her wrongs soon#sorry this was a giant ramble lol

@thespoonisvictory (not putting this on the post bc it's already a long one) Yes to all of this! Like, I think first and foremost people are ignoring that she is a 20 year old whose parents died for the citadel when she was a very young child and that this has been her only home since then and if she did a sudden about face "oh I was wrong about everything" it would be just as fragile and biased as her current worldview; while epiphanies and turning points are real, true and lasting change is ultimately a process and I don't trust an ideology that is adopted as a rapid about-face rather than an ongoing exploration.

The firesides make it clear that she and Ame are in fact very similar people; both will often ultimately do what they want despite personal danger or dangers to others in the party, both genuinely do care a lot about common people but both are at times deeply ignorant of the privileged positions they have held from a very young age (even though Suvi will throw her weight around, the realization that Galani would not have been given the same second chances has absolutely rocked her); and both are extremely out of their element in this story! I think it's also worth keeping in mind that we're in the "so wizards have really fucked up badly here" arc. There's plenty of time to explore the idea that, for example, one corrupt witch could do some pretty significant damage. The main thing that divides Suvi and Ame is what they were taught, and yeah, Suvi is frightened and unsettled by the world of spirits that Ame has been taught to respect and understand and that she never has. I think it's also really worth keeping in mind that Suvi knows that Eursulon's life here is in part because she broke rules she had no possible way of knowing, and I can't imagine she - a person who is all about knowledge and rules - has truly found a way to live with that yet.

For what it's worth I find it fascinating that the meta about Suvi is by and large fairly harsh criticism, and the meta about Imogen is "how dare you speak ill of my 28 year old baby daughter", and also that meta about the imperial wizards in WBN is largely "fuck them bitches, they trapped a god and everything they do is wrong and bad" but there's plenty of meta about the imperial wizard in Critical Role that goes "well he sucks as an individual but his plan is pretty cool actually" because I see a lot of parallels and I know there's overlap in fandoms. It does genuinely feel like people just see the word "god" or "empire" and react without actually listening to the other thousands of words surrounding it.

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I'm backreading all these mf tumblr asks and I just finished and oh my GOD???? I have so many things to say ogbsjfbs

Firstly, Pib having a pet bunny that Slicer gave to them???? Slicer and Pib matching?? THEY'RE SO CUTE WAAAAA

ALSO I'M FUCKING SOBBING AA WE ALL LOVE YOU AND THE COMMUNITY WE ALL BUILT TOGETHER I LITERALLY CAN'T IMAGINE WHERE I'D BE IN LIFE WITHOUT Y'ALL LIKE YOU GUYS ARE MY EVERYTHING🫶🫶🫶

And womp womp to Felix imagine having daddy issues and (probably) getting jumped by your own dad L bozo (me n Felix both got daddy issues)

I wanna come up with theories so badly but I don't have any theories to craft and it is pissing me OFF

I'm just sayin that reader has so much potential bro like they're genuinely such a good reader insert/main character because they aren't annoying, they aren't THAT embarrassing to read and they aren't a Mary Sue either; they make mistakes and the way they behave and act makes sense for their age. I think reader and her family are such an interesting group of characters (aside from the dad LMAO) and that the Vendolez characters such as Ruck, Hector and reader are just so cool??? Reader being a fast learner is such a GODSENT character trait btw like if reader wasn't able to figure out how to use a bow as quickly as she did the entire cast would probably be SO FUCKKEDDDDD

Btw I know y'all be hatin Bendy for a multitude of reasons (including what Alice Angel said in chapter 4 I believe) but bro is such a mystery despite is seemingly knowing so much about him??? Like yeah bro is way in over his head n allat but he isn't NEARLY as bad as I think he could be- he would be an absolute BEAST if it weren't for Joey/Henry watering the mf down and making him chill tf out💀 it's so clear how much Bendy genuinely likes and cares for reader, seeing as how he's done thing after thing to ensure her safety (ranging from when he saved her from those crocodiles or whatever in that one chapter after reader frolicked off with Cups and Mugs and got kidnapped to cuddling her on the boat while they slept after reader got her ass beat by Pib) like yeah Bendy has his flaws but I do think bro is still a fairly good guy😭 (at least for the time being he is)

Ykw you right you right 😭 he good. A lil bit, But trust. We blaming Joey now for letting him be a little BITCH. Poor Bendy, if only he knew what he was capable of.

[illusioninfnty]

Stress Reliever (Jacob Custos x Reader)

Jacob bothers you one too many times after a bad day, leaving you no choice but to take your frustration out on him. Or, WebMD says that sex can relieve migraine headaches.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!Jacob, degradation and praise kink, riding, safe sex, begging, dirty talk

crossposted on ao3!

“Fuck this job.”

You were at your wit’s end with these kids. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to take a job at a summer camp, surrounded by rowdy children twenty-four seven? It didn’t help that Mr. Hackett was down two counselors, leaving yourself and Kaitlyn to pick up the extra duties that were originally assigned to them.

You’d only been here for a month but you still weren’t used to the sweltering heat. It seemed like every day the humidity got worse and more and more bugs spawned from the woods.

“What’d the kiddos do this time?” Your fellow camp counselor Dylan hopped over the log you were on to take a seat next to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

Dylan was always a saving grace away from your responsibilities in camp. He never failed to make you laugh when you were stressed out, unlike a certain counselor of yours who always added onto your recurring migraines.

“I swear to god, they’re going to make me raid the nurse’s medicine cabinet any day now,” you reply, rubbing your temples with your free hand, the other occupied squeezing a makeshift stress ball you may have borrowed from one of the kids. “This is my second migraine this week and it’s only Wednesday.”

Dylan hissed, rubbing your shoulder in sympathy. “Well at least you don’t have much more to do today. You know you’re always cool to hang out with me in the radio hut.” He handed you a water bottle, no doubt one he’d been holding onto for a while due to how lukewarm it was. “I can always put on some calmer tunes to soothe your mind.”

You sigh as you take a long sip of the water. “You know I appreciate the offer Dyl, but I’d much rather—”

“Heyyy, my two favorite party people!”

Oh no.

Jacob bothered you to no end. Ever since he flirted with you not even 24 hours after you arrived at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, he was always managing to find you around the camp, absolving you from the few moments of peace and quiet you could get in this hectic place. You knew he was a nice guy, but he acted a bit too…conceited for your taste.

You turned your head sharply to give him a polite smile, but you knew with the pounding of your head it probably looked more like a grimace.

“Jacob, my man! What’s happening?” You were grateful that Dylan spoke up first, raising his hand to connect a fist bump with Jacob. Much to your dismay, Jacob decided to plop down on the log right across from you, so close that his foot was touching yours.

“Hey, Jacob,” you reply in a much gentler tone than intended. You had hoped he would leave, but by the looks of it he was planning on staying until you followed him back to the lodge. Typical.

“Oh, my dudes, okay, so I was gathering the kids back at the lodge for lunch, but since we were at the lake, we had to pass the art cabin. And you will not believe what I just saw at the art cabin!” He exclaimed. Jacob was clearly excited, his face lighting up as it usually did when he was about to divulge into a topic for minutes.

You winced at the volume of his voice, trying your best to hide it. Jacob was fairly sensitive, and if he got the hint that you were too interested in this conversation right now you knew it would put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You really didn’t want to deal with an upset Jacob on top of your migraine and sore limbs from running around all day.

“The art cabin? Oh, so did Emma finally make a move on Abi?” Dylan asked as you squeezed your stress ball tighter. His hand that was only your shoulder moved down to your forearm, giving you a comforting rub.

Jacob glanced down at where Dylan’s hand connected with your arm and he cleared his throat.

“Well– uh– yeah, she– okay what’s going on with you two?” Jacob suddenly changed the topic, nodding his head towards your close contact with Dylan.

Dylan drew his hand back and you sighed, not wanting to get into this now. Jacob always got antsy like this when it came to you, like he had some sort of claim on you. He got annoyed whenever you interacted with any of the other male counselors. Even Dylan, your closest friend at the camp, who was very much gay and very much into Ryan was not spared from Jacob’s jealousy issues.

Jacob continued. “Making moves on the little medic, huh? Not cool dude, she’s like, totally not into you, man.” He said, looking like he was trying to size Dylan up. Your co-counselors began calling you by the nickname “little medic” after you had (not so graciously) offered to take the nursing position that was supposed to be for one of the two counselors who bailed. With the kids constantly running around and getting injured, you began to bring a first aid kit with you when you had to complete your other duties and the others teased you for it relentlessly.

Jacob’s volume had increased and your ears were ringing even worse, a sign that it was probably time for you to go take a nap. Whenever Jacob usually got like this you would spend the rest of the day with him, letting him take you to wherever location he desired and indulging in his conversations and play fights. But that wasn’t an option now, with your head pounding and hands all shaky, all you wanted to do right now was relieve some stress.

You take a deep inhale before starting, “Jacob, please–”

“Back off man,” Dylan interrupts, “She’s not interested in you either, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to see you right now. Can’t you see that you’re bothering her?” He glared at Jacob, now finally standing up to be chest-to-chest with the athlete and his back towards you. You knew Dylan was only doing this so you wouldn’t have to strain yourself, but he had a way of antagonizing Jacob that you knew would only escalate this situation a lot farther than you wanted it to.

Jacob let out a malicious laugh and put his hands on his hips. “You think this is fucking funny? You really think your puny little ass–”

“Enough!”

Both boys turned to look at you for your surprising outburst, Dylan with a look of guilt and Jacob with one of surprise. You were never really one to speak out, one of the more soft-spoken members of your ragtag group.

“Jacob.” You acknowledge the larger of the two, clasping your hands in front of you like a prayer. “I haven’t been having the best of days so I would really appreciate you lowering your voice just a bit. Please.” You hoped he would get the memo that you wanted to be left alone, but knowing Jacob like you did he wasn’t one to take a hint.

“Well– Dylan was the one that started it!” he sputtered, pouting like he usually did when you scolded him. 

Dylan rolled his eyes and snickered. “That was all you, my man. How does it feel to strike out with our little medic once again?”

The comment clearly bothers Jacob as he pushes on Dylan’s shoulders, jaw clenching and eyes flaring up. “Is there something else you want to say to me, huh?”

“Okay, that’s it!” You grab Jacob’s hand forcefully, pulling him away from Dylan before things get more physical. You look up at Jacob with a glare. “You and I are going to handle this somewhere else.”

As you start to drag Jacob in the opposite direction of the lodge, you turn back to Dylan.

“If I’m not back by dinnertime, you better send someone to get me. I am not going to miss a meal to deal with this.”

He gives you a mock salute and wink, walking backwards away from the two of you. “Aye, aye, doc.”

You let out a giggle and continue on your way, feeling Jacob grasp your hand just a little bit tighter.

                                        ***

Jacob was not the best with confrontation. He was also not the best when it came to talking to you. He hoped you didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were.

“W-where are we going?” Jacob finally asks you after a couple of moments of the two of you walking in silence.

You let out a sigh. “Somewhere that we won’t get interrupted.”

Jacob almost choked on his saliva. Did you understand what you meant when you worded it like that? He quickly decided that he wouldn’t really mind if you did. At this point, Jacob was just happy to get some extra alone time with you, even if you were planning on yelling at him.

An awkward silence ensued as you concentrated on bringing him to wherever it was you claimed would give you two some privacy. Just thinking about it made Jacob feel all giddy inside.

After walking through the woods for a while, Jacob finally recognized where the two of you were. You had taken him back to the cabins and you were leading him to an older building, the one with a broken bed that was currently not being used by anyone. 

Before Jacob could comprehend what was happening, you had led him into the cabin, slammed the door behind you, and pushed against his chest to make him take a seat on the not-broken bed. The fire in your eyes was something that Jacob had never really seen before from you. He was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but your sudden show of dominance turned him on. Just a bit.

“Jacob. Look at me.” Your hands were on your hips as you eyed him with a stern look on your face. He may have been a bit too concentrated on some other parts of you.

He gulped and made eye contact with you, fingers digging into the bare mattress pad. “Y-yeah? What did I do wrong?”

As soon as he saw your face, he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Your brows furrowed and the glare you gave him would have made him jump in place if it was from anyone who wasn’t you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You huffed. “I told you that I was having a bad day! You can’t take a fucking hint and leave me alone for one goddamn day in your life. You’re lucky I didn’t decide to chew out your ass in front of Dylan. Maybe I should’ve done that, the others really need to see you be brought down a peg or two.” At this point, your voice was raised enough that Jacob could see the strain in your throat. Not like he was paying attention to it already. Definitely not.

Jacob knew this was wrong. He knew that you had valid concerns, that you had a right to be angry with him, but he couldn’t help the way he felt about you. He couldn’t help how he reacted to you. Whenever he saw you, you made his heart pound and his body feel hot all over. He felt as though he was going through puberty again. You may have thought that he just wanted some sort of casual summer fling, but Jacob was serious about you. You were quiet, but had the funniest quips that cheered him up when he was feeling shitty. You were the only one to actually defend him when another counselor was ragging on him, and you would even spend your free time with him. Jacob knew you cared about him, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Jacob!” You snap your fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening–”

Your abrupt cutoff made his focus come back on to what you were saying. Your eyes weren’t on him anymore. They were lowered. His gaze moved down to see what you were looking–

Oh.

Jacob had popped a boner. And you were staring right at it.

Panicking, he quickly went to cover it with his hands, but unexpectedly you smacked his hands away.

“Don’t do that. I want to see.”

You wanted to see his boner? Jacob’s face flushed. Was this some kind of weird foreplay thing you were doing? Not that he was complaining.

“Yeah! I mean, sure, if you want to…see it…” Jacob’s voice trailed off as he slowly removed his hands, unsure of what to do now without your direction. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command. 

You let out a loud laugh. “Oh my god, you are so pathetic.”

His cock twitched at your demeaning words. He really shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, but you were just so hot right now. Well, you were always hot, but the way you were acting all bossy in this moment really got him going.

“You’re desperate enough to make me fuck you when I’m dealing with my migraines?” You tutted at him mockingly, a smirk rising onto your face.

Jacob let out a nervous laugh as he tried to remain calm. “I-I think I heard somewhere that sex can cure headaches. You know, WebMD and that shit?” 

You stared at him in disbelief before giggling into your fist. “Yeah? Well, you better deliver good results then, big boy.”

Oh god. This was really happening. Jacob had been waiting for this a lot longer than he wanted to admit.

With unprecedented strength, you grabbed the elastic of his shorts and yanked them down. Jacob felt more exposed now then he did that one time last month when he skinny dipped for a dare. He was laying on the mattress in just his cropped tee and boxers while you were still fully clothed.

“You look like such a slut right now, Jacob.” You run your fingers down his exposed chest ever so lightly that it makes his cock throb even harder. It’s too obvious for you to ignore and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Are you getting off on that? Me calling you a slut?” You look amused by the idea and Jacob audibly gulps.

“Y-yeah,” is the only thing he’s able to stammer out without making himself look like a fool.

You finally stop your teasing and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. You squeeze it gently as Jacob tries his hardest to suppress a moan.

“Well this isn’t about you right now.” You position yourself on top of him and he hisses as you make contact with his bare cock. “I need some relief, and you’re available, so you’re going to help me. Understand?”

“No complaints here,” Jacob’s voice trails off as you pull your top off and unclip your bra.

 You notice him ogling and you laugh. “Haven’t seen a pair of tits before?” Jacob looks back up at you, eyes still wide. You guide his hands to your breasts and let him palm them.

“Fuck,” Jacob mutters under his breath, entirely focused on them now.

“You can keep yourself occupied with these. In the meantime” –you raise your hips to shimmy out of your pants and underwear– “I’m going to relieve some stress.”

You pull a condom from your fanny pack before dropping it unceremoniously to the side with your discarded clothes. Sliding it on Jacob, his attention is back onto you.

“Why do you have that with you?” he asks, a bit more forcefully than he had intended to be. “Are you with anyone else?” Jacob was worried. He didn’t want to have to confront any of the other counselors, but he would if it meant being able to have you all to himself.

You give him a blank stare. “How is that any of your concern? I can fuck whoever I want if I so please, dude.”

“What the fuck? I told the other guys you were off limits–!” Before he could finish you roll your eyes and slam down onto his erect cock with no warning.

“Oh fuck!” Jacob moans out, collapsing back onto the bed and feeling weak from the sudden connection. You felt perfect around him. So tight, and even with the condom he could feel your pulsating insides as you let out a moan too.

Jacob thought he heard angels singing when he heard your moans, and the erotic look on your scrunched up face was enough to make him cum right then and there. 

“Enough of your macho bullshit while I’m trying to destress, okay?” You stutter out as you find a comfortable rhythm.

“Got it,” Jacob replies, moving his hands up to grab onto your waist as you ride him. Before he can do it though, you grab his arms and push them above his head, binding him with your grip.

His body tensed and his head felt hotter than before, the extra skin-to-skin contact making him feel even hornier than before, which he didn’t think was possible. With your free hand, you shove two of your fingers into his mouth.

“Suck.”

Jacob obeys immediately.

He’d never done stuff like this before. In fact, Jacob hadn’t done much of anything before besides some making out in high school. You seemed a lot more experienced than him and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Having you guide him into pleasing you and showing him what you liked in bed turned him on, but the thought of you doing something like this with other guys–perhaps even someone at camp–infuriated him to no end.

“Please say it’s only me,” Jacob begged as you removed your fingers. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, pleading with you silently.

You looked to be in thought for a split second before giving Jacob a gentle smile. “Only you, Jake. I’m just teasing you.” You pause in your movements to lean forward slightly and trail kisses down his throat, grinding on his cock.

Jacob closed his eyes and let out a groan. Fuck, you were so fucking sexy. He wished that the two of you could stay like this forever, in your own paradise away from everyone else. The position felt so intimate, like the two of you were a couple. He had the sudden urge to kiss you in that moment, more than he ever had before.

Before Jacob could get used to the lulled movements and intimacy, you began to ride him again at a more rapid pace than earlier.

“This–” Slam. “Fucking–” Slam. “Headache!” Your movements were harsh and the sounds of your skin slapping against his were louder than before. You grimaced hard and threw your head back in frustration.

“I swear, if your stupid site is wrong I’m going to strangle you.” You snap.

Jacob swallowed hard and looked up at you. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you did that anyway.”

You rise up off of him and he cries out in protest.

“W-what–?”

“You little shit,” your mouth curves into a smug grin, “you're a kinky little bitch!”

Jacob blushed at your insinuation and shifted his eyes away from you, too embarrassed to meet your stare. “Stop it! Just–please put my dick back inside you, okay? He tried lifting his hips to reach you but you shifted away from him, causing an involuntary whine to leave his throat.

“Stop getting feisty with me. I’m the one in charge here.” You ran your folds over the base of his cock, and Jacob visibly shivered in pleasure with the contact.

“Don’t you want to be my good boy, Jacob?”

Something carnal stirred inside of him when you said that. His heartbeat quickened, his breathing got heavier and palms got clammier, and his whole body heated up.

“I do,” he panted eagerly. Jacob wanted to be yours entirely. He wanted to be the only one you had, the only one you went to for indulgence, and the only one you used to get off. He wished to be consumed by you and all of the pleasure you gave him and could get from him, to be able to call you his and for you to call him yours.

As you slid his cock back into you, you both let out a moan harmoniously. He held your hands in his, desperate for more contact with you in any way possible. You were too distracted by your own gratification to scold him about it.

“Yeah, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” You’re able to utter out amidst the feeling of Jacob’s cock stirring up your insides.

“I-I am!” Jacob’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he swore. Your pussy felt like heaven, milking his cock thoroughly. The pace you had set was relentless but he didn’t wish for it to be any other way. He tries to grab onto you, anywhere he could reach, but your grip around his wrists was much stronger than he anticipated. You push down on his arms with one hand while the other comes up to grip his chin and turn his head towards your face.

“Jacob!” You pull off of him again and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Good boys don’t break the rules. Are we going to have to stop this?”

“No! I’m good. I’m your good boy!” He was aching for release at this point, wanting to please you so you would grant him just that.

You shove his cock back into you at his reply, pleased with this answer. You wanted to tease him more, but you were in grave need of your release as well. Your migraine was gradually beginning to subside and you didn’t want to risk it coming back.

“Fuck, fuck!” You let out a string of curses and Jacob could tell that you were on the verge of your orgasm too with the way that you were trembling above him.

“Oh, fuck, I love you!” Jacob cries out.

Your pace falters as Jacob lets out a whimper and finally cums, releasing into the condom at the same time that you tighten around him and let out a cry of relief of your own.

You finally process what Jacob had said after you come down from your high, your legs still quivering slightly around his hips. “Do you mean it?”

“I do! You’re really hot, and you’re really nice to me, and you don’t make fun of me like everyone else does. I really, really, like you,” he protests.

“Jake, baby, you barely know me though,” you release a sad sigh as you caress his cheek.

“Then let me get to know you more. Please.”

“We just fucked. I’d say you know plenty by now.”

Jacob scoots over to the side of the twin mattress to make room for you next to him. You slid the condom off of him, tied it, and threw it in the trash can a few feet away. Before you slide in next to him you slip your clothes back on, feeling a bit embarrassed now that the sex was over and Jacob was completely focused on you.

“I’m serious. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. I know you hate when I get all jealous, but seeing you with the other guys makes me so fucking terrified that you’re going to realize how pathetic I am and how everyone’s right about giving me shit–”

“Hey.” You shut him down before he can spiral any further down that path. Even though you’ve only known Jacob for a little under two months, most of that time was spent with him both alone and with others. You understood he had deep insecurities and likely never received much affection from anyone. Even though he could be a bit overwhelming at times, Jacob didn’t deserve the relentless ragging the others gave him. “Stop that.” You squish his cheeks gently, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It seems to do the trick, as a blush crosses the bridge of his nose as he looks down and the corners of his mouth turn upwards.

“Now,” you look around the floor, grabbing his things that were thrown carelessly earlier, “You should probably put these back on before this gets more serious.”

Jacob blinked before processing what you said. “Yeah. Okay. Makes sense.”

Silence passes between you two as Jacob gets dressed, but not before you sneak an extra peek at his ass before he pulls on his bottoms.

Once he’s back next to you, he moves to tangle your legs with his.

“I really like you, you know. I want to be exclusive with you.”

You begin stroking the back of his neck as he sighs and relaxes into your chest. “I think we should–”

“Hey lovebirds!”

Both you and Jacob jump away from each other as Nick’s voice rings right outside the cabin, echoing along the hollow wooden frame.

“I hope you two aren’t naked in there! I’m coming in!”

Before Nick could barge in you spring up and get to it before he does, sticking your head out to allow Jacob time to compose himself.

“Oh.” His face dropped. You could tell he was disappointed to not catch the two of you in a compromising position, most likely to go back to Dylan with and tease Jacob about, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let any of the other counselors see you like that.

“Sorry Nick, I’m afraid I have no jerk off material for you,” you tell him playfully.

He flicks your forehead and you wince, rubbing the affected spot. “Alright, alright, let’s go you two. Dylan kept pestering me about making sure to come get you, and I don’t want him to get his panties in a twist.”

You laugh and gesture for Jacob, pulling him out to follow you. You hear his breath hitch as you grab his hand and you try to hide a smirk as you drop once the two of you are in Nick’s clear view.

As you and Jacob make your way back to the lodge with Nick, lingering slightly behind him, Jacob hesitantly reaches for your hand as if unsure if he should hold it or not. You grab it and squeeze tightly, wrapping your other arm around his and lean into him as the two of you follow Nick. You’re close enough to Jacob’s chest that you hear his heartbeat quicken with the action.

Nick fills you in on what you guys missed at dinnertime, with crying kids and panicking counselors. You’re glad you missed all of that.

As you approach your destination, the conversations of little kids get increasingly louder. You sigh, hoping that they’ll be tired out soon and you won’t have to deal with them for too much longer.

“We’re back!” Nick calls out, even though it seems too noisy for anyone to hear your arrivals.

To your surprise, Dylan steps out waving to the three of you.

“I was starting to think you got attacked by bears out there or something! How’s the migraine doing now, doc?”

“It’s a lot better now, thanks for asking,” you smile wryly as you hear Jacob clear his throat next to you, most likely in embarrassment.

Dylan peers behind you, most likely curious at Jacob’s reaction to your comment. 

“Oh?” His signature shit eating grin slowly spreads across his face. “Jacob? Is there something you wanna tell us?”

Jacob sputters as you bite your lip to contain your smile.

“Hey, at least I’m getting some,” Jacob replies, arms crossing against his chest.

“Oh yeah, you’re really getting it. And she’s the one giving it to you,” Dylan snickers.

“Shut the fuck up dude!”

Dylan and Nick laugh and you pat Jacob on the shoulder, walking away to remove yourself from the teasing that was about to happen. As you make your way inside the lodge, you run into the girls and Ryan, all of whom most likely just finished eating.

Emma is the first one to notice your presence. “Little medic, you’re back! So, how’d it go?” She holds out her o’s with a smirk on her face as she nudges her hip with your own.

You roll your eyes playfully. “It went.”

“Come on, you have to give us more than that! Spill the deets,” Emma shoots back.

“Ugh, fine,” you concede. “All I’ll say is that WebMD has some pretty accurate methods of curing migraines.”

It takes a second for the girls to register your comment. Once it hits, Kaitlyn lets out an exaggerated gasp while Emma chuckles behind her hand and Abi blushes, avoiding eye contact. “Oh my god, you little minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Kaitlyn exclaims.

“Huh? What the hell did that even mean?” Ryan asks, completely puzzled.

You chuckle, maneuvering past him to fix yourself a plate. “Don’t worry Ry. You don’t have to know.” You turn back to the girls. “Besides, I’m not the only one. Emma and Abi have some explaining to do.”

With Kaitlyn’s focus now on the two girls, you go and find an empty seat at one of the tables at the same time that Jacob, Dylan, and Nick finally enter the building. Jacob’s eyes scan the room, and brighten when they land on you. He quickly grabs some food and scurries over to sit next to you, giving you a goofy smile as he stuffs his face. Under the table, your’s and Jacob’s hands gravitate towards each other, and the light brush sends shocks up your spine. 

Jacob hesitates before looking over towards you. “Is this okay? Are we…” He trails off.

“Yeah,” you send him a soft smile, “Yeah, this is more than okay.”

You never expected this development with Jacob to happen at all, let alone this quickly. But his eagerness and vulnerability really showed you how serious he was. Jacob wasn’t at all like the guy you thought he was when you initially met him, but perhaps first impressions weren’t always the best to go by. 

This summer wasn’t turning out like you expected it to be in the slightest. You didn’t think you’d be able to predict what else was in store for you this summer at Hackett’s Quarry.

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Just realized Yoru/Asa getting turned into a dog puts both her and denji ultimately on the same level. With Denji being compared to a dog for most of his life and Asa kinda taking it fucking literally and now at his level, they are weirdly equals

Out of all of Denji’s ‘romantic pursuits’, Asa has to be the one that is mostly at an equal standing with him. Like there’s other little details I like to note too in how they think (mainly the fact both probably value a cat’s life over a human’s lol) but just other Shit. While Asa did have an ulterior motive, as soon as she is actually alone with him it all drops fairly quickly. Either to quite literally mumble out ‘I’m suppose to kill to you’ and be remorseful about it or trying her hardest to keep him away from her so he doesn’t die

Its clear that she does care about Denji, Asa with the high empathy once again god bless autism. But again like she’s at the most equal standing with Denji.

Away from Yoru’s guidance, she wasn’t actively trying to force things together. She was just being Asa and after the interaction once Yoru was finally placed back into her little brain- that’s when her ultimate goal was reminded to her. Seperate from Yoru; Asa earnestly doesn’t want to kill Denji, and while she’s very upset that he “stood her up” I also think in some part she’s very relieved that Yoru suggested to switch targets.

and I like how Denji likes her and gets the vibe that she. Actually doesn’t want to kill him. Like deep down she doesn’t wanna, and worries about what she thinks but now in ‘a desperation last resort’ way but in a very cute and genuine ‘I want her to like me’ kinda way. Its actually kinda swee

I like That subconsciously Denji And tell Asa and Yoru apart and their intentions, while he might not know it himself. I FEEL IT yknow, might be a stretch but I have a feeling

They’re fumbling eachother is what I mean and that’s just every relationship goal I believe. Fail flop and cringe

I just thought that was neat I noticed it after screaming and throwing up 24 hours post chapter 120 release

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Forged Divinity Chapter 28: Leannan is Miserable

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CW: past institutionalized slavery, religious themes, negative self-talk

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Leannan spent the next two days wallowing in bed. Enjolras or Jeanette would come by occasionally to coax him into eating something, but otherwise he was left alone.

No punishment came. No balancing of the scales.

Everything was too much. The lies were too much. The books were too much. The fact that his sister didn’t believe in God was too much. The humiliation was too much. His new family was too much.

So he tried not to think about any of it.

Instead, he thought about Phineas.

Sure, if Leannan was human, then the way Phineas had treated him was wrong – but Phineas didn’t know that! As far as Phineas knew, they had been treating Leannan properly. Fairly. The worst thing they’d ever done to Leannan was something Leannan has asked for, no, begged for.

They listened to Leannan. Sometimes. And they were… funny, and protective, and possessive in a way that made Leannan a little giddy, and they’d saved Leannan so many times.

Leannan missed Phineas. He missed their presence, their smile, their authority, their ownership. He even missed being intimate with them. The realization brought tears to his eyes.

He’d never felt like this about a master before. Not even the good ones.

He fantasized about what it would be like to see Phineas again. He’d tell them about how he was actually a human, and Phineas would completely understand. But maybe Phineas would still like to be his master anyway, just to keep things in order.

Leannan had no idea what to do without a master.

Enjolras had made it abundantly clear, and Leannan had finally accepted it: she was not his master, and never would be. He was masterless, currently, and felt horribly adrift because of it. Leannan often had his own goals and interests, certainly, but those usually aligned with the goals and interests of his current master, or the aim of being sold to a new, better master.

He didn’t have high hopes for learning to live without one. The rest of his family had had twelve years to adjust. Meanwhile, Leannan had lived twelve years constantly relying on another person.

Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

He was a misfit here. He didn’t know how to play with the children, or handle the chickens, or milk the goats. He didn’t know how to… be the way the rest of them were.

Happy, maybe. They seemed happy.

Until they were around Leannan, anyway.

He combed over previous conversations and encounters, convincing himself that he had been constantly making people uncomfortable, disgusted, sad. How miserable it must be for them, to have finally gotten him home only to realize he was a fucked out whore who didn’t know how to live like them, how to be normal like them, how to be human like them.

All he’d done since arriving was ruin things.

Leannan spiraled.

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“Okay, that’s enough!” Enjolras declared. She shook Leannan’s shoulder gently. “I’m on duty to help with lunch, and you’re coming with me.”

Leannan groaned and curled up tighter around his pillow.

“Do I have to?” he grumbled.

“You know what? Yeah, I think you do.”

Aisling was already getting things started in the restaurant kitchen when they arrived. She did a double take when she saw Leannan, but she smiled.

“Hey, good to see you!”

Leannan nodded, not quite looking at her. Enjolras nudged him forward.

“What can he do?”

“We’re reheating soup from last night, and making salad and a peach cobbler. The cobbler recipe’s on the table, or…” she hesitated, remembering that Leannan couldn’t read, “He can chop veggies for the salad.”

Enjolras nodded and went to work, setting up a station with a knife, a cutting board, and a bowl of washed cucumbers. She parked Leannan in front of it.

“Have at it!” she said brightly, and bent over the cookbook to figure out what she needed for the cobbler – but when she glanced up a minute later, Leannan hadn’t moved.

“Leannan?”

“I don’t know how,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red. He looked like he might cry.

“That’s okay!” Enjolras assured him, “Let me show you.” She took his place in front of the cutting board. “Hold the knife like this, okay? And then you hold the thing you’re cutting like this, with your fingers curled under so that you don’t chop them off, yeah? And then you want to slice it… about that thick. Okay, you try.” She put down the knife and stepped back.

Leannan slowly picked up the knife, rested his hand on the cucumber, and sank the knife into it with hesitant, jerky motions. The slice that fell away was thick and lopsided. Leannan stared at it blankly.

“Okay, um… Hey, Aisling!” Enjolras called to the other woman, “Do you want to switch with Leannan? Let him stir the soup while you chop?”

“Oh, sure…” Aisling started to say, but Leannan burst into tears, dropping the knife onto the counter and pressing his hands over his face.

Enjolras deflated a little. She had been hoping that some honest work would pull Leannan out of his funk, and it was already backfiring.

“Leannan,” she spoke softly, “Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I don’t – I can’t, It’s too hot in here, I can’t think!” Leannan wailed.

“Okay, that’s okay,” Enjolras took his shoulders and began to gently guide him away, “Let’s get out of here for a minute.”

She exchanged a somber nod with Aisling as she steered Leannan out of the kitchen. They’d talked, the day after Leannan had burned the books – Enjolras and all the other adults on the island. Enjolras had been a bit more candid. Jeanette had filled in some blanks as well. What they had concluded was Leannan’s experience had been far worse than any of them could imagine, and worse than they might ever even know, and his mental state reflected that. They couldn’t punish him, nor could they force him to live like they did. They needed to give him space, encouragement, and love, and to understand that he wouldn’t always react the way they expected. It would take him a while to let go of certain things.

Enjolras sat Leannan down at one of the dining tables, and pulled a chair for herself up next to him. The dining room was completely empty, allowing them some privacy.

“What just happened?” she asked him, sitting down.

“I don’t know how to – how to do anything,” Leannan lamented between hiccuping sobs, “I’m not made for this, I don’t belong here.”

“Leannan, you’ve only been here for, what, four days? It’s going to take time for you to adjust, but you will, I promise.”

Leannan lifted his tear-streaked face from his hands, his cheeks red and snot running.

“But all I do is mess things up! All I do is make people miserable,” he choked out.

“That’s not true,” Enjolras said, putting an arm around his shoulders and squeezing him, “You don’t make me miserable.”

Leannan pulled his knees up and hugged them to his chest.

“I’m the oldest,” he sniffled, “For years I thought I was the youngest, and then that I was the only one, but now I’m the oldest, and I don’t know how to be like them at all! I don’t know how to be part of… a family. Or maybe I used to, and I forgot.”

“Leannan, it took everyone a long time to learn how to live outside Iowa City,” Enjolras said, “You’re feeling exactly what Aisling felt, what Shannon felt, Clary, all of them – nobody knew how to live free when they were first rescued. They had to learn, and they had to do a lot of it on their own, but you don’t! You have everyone here to help you, and everyone wants to help you. You just have to let them.”

“Do you believe in God, Enjolras?” Leannan asked unexpectedly. Enjolras took a moment to shift gears, but she answered.

“Yeah, actually, I do,” she said, “Not the God you were raised with, though, something a little different. A little kinder.”

“Why doesn’t Shannon?” Leannan whispered.

“That’s not a question I can answer for her,” Enjolras said, “How about…”

“Enjolras!” Clary popped up at the top of the stairs, “Radio for you!”

Enjolras frowned slightly.

“Now’s not the best time.”

Clary shook their head.

“It’s Phineas.”

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