#abed LITERALLY running away from the story?

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

Fun fact:-

The reason why i am like this is because I fell and hit my head when I was around 9 mons.

So, don't blame me for my behaviour blame my bhaiya kyunki unhone girayaa tha mujhe.

[tojipie]

adah imagine prisoner!toji getting eaten up by his own thoughts one night in his cell. because how can this be satisfying for you? having quick sex once every two months? a girl like you deserves so much better. so he brings it up one time during the visits, and you see how hard it is for him, but still, through gritted teeth he reassures you he wouldn’t blame you for indulging in someone else every once in a while. JUST THE ANGST!! and reader of course being like … what the fuck are you talking ab i jerk off to your pictures?

prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: hurt/comfort, angst

“and then turns out there actually was a fucking rat in his cell,” your boyfriend wheezes, his booming laughs marking the end of the story he’d been telling you for the past half hour.

the visiting hall is bustling today, packed to the brim with the wives, partners, and kids of the state’s incarcerated, all making the drive up right before new years.

you notice the sudden silence as your shared laughs die down, bemused at the inmate’s choice to not keep the conversation going.

“you okay?” you ask, reaching across the table to intertwine your fingers.

except toji doesn’t squeeze your hand like he always does, letting the appendage lay limp in yours.the older man opens his mouth to say something, looking around the busy room with a hint of anxiety behind his eyes.

“do you miss.. how we used to be?” he asks, voice sounding detached.

something sour stirs in the pit of your stomach at the way he’s acting. if the sudden change in ambiance didn’t give you whiplash, his vague question definitely did the job.

“i mean, of course i do,” you laugh nervously, rubbing a thumb softly over his knuckles. the inmate squeezes back this time, quelling the storm of anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“the sex i mean,” he explains, looking up from the floor to speak to you head on. “do you feel.. deprived? are your needs getting met?”

your thumb stills for just a moment as you think it over, though you doubt he even notices. the truth was yes, going from getting fucked every day to getting fucked every 6 or 7 weeks wasn’t exactly ideal. but what else were you two supposed to do? the man was serving a 7 year sentence for christ’s sake.

toji takes your momentary silence as an answer, sitting up straighter before speaking once more.

“i’m just saying if you ever found a man to fill in the gaps then i’d be open to it,” he explains. you notice a hint of unsureness behind his stone facade, catching onto the way his hand begins to fiddle with yours. what was he playing at?

“you’re saying you want me to cheat on you?” you ask, exasperated. where was this even coming from?

“god, fuck,” he sighs frustratedly, running both hands over his face slowly.

“i can’t give you what you need, can’t— not like how we used to,” his voice tapers off at the end like he’s scared to upset you. “shiu’s had a crush on you for years, i’d know he’d take good care of you.”

you step back from the table to gather yourself, pacing in front of the inmate like a woman gone mad. you’re grateful the constant circulation of inmates and visitors in the room is drawing attention away from you, otherwise an officer probably would have come over by now.

you couldn’t even believe what toji was offering to you. seeking out other men— his business partners—to “fill in the gaps”? when the love of your life was only a car drive away? fat fucking chance.

you stalk over to his side of the table, pointing an accusatory finger to his face.

“if you ever..” you pause, blinking away tears, “think that i’d give up on you just because we don’t have sex as often as we did then you’d be fucking crazy.”

you see him audibly flinch when your voice cracks, the weight of your emotions bringing him literal pain. toji’s eyes have gone wide, realizing the implications of his offer.

“i’m sorry baby, fuck, i’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling your face into the curve of his neck despite the harsh restrictions on touch set during visits. you silently thank the bustling crowd again for shielding the two of you, clutching at each other so deeply you think you might just meld into him.

“don’t want anybody but you,” you say with finality, pressing soft kisses to his pulse.

“i know sweetheart, i hear ya.”

you stay like that for the rest of your visit, breathing in each other’s warmth as calloused hands rubs circles into your back. neither of you say anything, not needing to when both do you knew you’d always find a way to make it work.

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[mutfruit-salad]

read your criticism and have a genuine question about your thoughts on the branding scene. i completely understand how max's branding is inherently tied to a racist history, and it always will be, but i dont feel like the scene itself was written with that bias/intent. thaddeus also gets branded in later episodes and it's implied to happen to every aspirant upon their promotion. at what point in writing are black characters morally barred from specific story points because of their similarities to a history that's not directly related? sort of similar with barb, at what point can black characters not do bad things at all, especially in a story where there are near a dozen non-black characters who do worse things? also considering it's implied (at least, i understood it as) she's sticking to vault-tec to protect her family?

I am not in the best position to comment on this, because I am not black. I will do my best to add what I can, but this is a space for others to chime in.

Barb is interesting because she's essentially become the person who did the most heinous crime in the entire setting- by far and away worse than anything anyone has ever done. There really aren't white characters who did worse things- because all the crimes of Caesar or the Enclave or whoever else pale in comparison to being the one who literally set into motion the total annihilation of all nations on Earth. (This is setting aside her willing participation in the inception of the vault experiments- which is an entirely separate also horrific crime.)

The issue is they've created a setting that is, as presented, colorblind. Race is invisible to the writers, who did not consider it meaningfully while producing the show- as is often the case with white creatives putting characters of color into their stories. Colorblindness does not always produce entirely racist results- and when done with tact and intentionality it can even be revolutionary. Look at the relative inclusivity of star trek as an example, and the radical depiction of Uhura in the original series.

The thing that makes Fallout different from Star Trek however is that it is not depicting its colorblind future with tact and intentionality. This is a show that is intensely concerned with depicting the specific brand of nationalistic American politics of the 1950s and the Cold War- and they've reproduced that system for the show but with a black woman at the head. That's where the issue comes up.

This was a system that had racism baked into it by design. It still does. American Nationalism and corporate violence are built on racism against black people and other minorities. And this show desperately wants to depict these things, but they've decided to put a black woman at the head of them. They're depicting systems that are, by their nature, violently racist- but they've decided to portray them as being run by a black housewife.

Fallout 3 does a similar thing with how it depicts every major slaver as a black person. Eulogy Jones, the slave buyer at Paradise Falls, the head slaver in the Abe Lincoln memorial, Ashur in The Pitt. Hell Mothership Zeta adds in a black woman from the wasteland and even SHE'S revealed to have been a slaver. This is something Bethesda consistently does- depicting ideologies and practices with a deep history of racialized violence- and then showing black people at the head of them, seemingly to try to avoid actually addressing any aspect of racism in their stories outside of hamfisted metaphors like synths and ghouls. (I use Fallout 3 as an example but Fallout 4 does many of these same things.)

Thaddeus does also get branded, and he does also get treated to the same demeaning servanthood as Maximus. The difference, quite frankly, is that Thaddeus is white. There are just some things that are straight up inappropriate to depict happening to black characters without appropriate thoughtfulness and context. Never before this series has the Brotherhood ever done brandings- and yet this show opens with it in the first episode and introduces this brand new jarring concept with the visceral image of a black man being branded by faceless fascist cultists.

It's also important to note that even if they didn't intend the scene as racist, it still is. Like I don't think the scriptwriter sat down and said "oh I'm gonna do a racism" cuz intent just doesn't matter here. The scene was intended as a way of showing the severity of the brotherhood- but it also thoughtlessly reproduces images of historic black violence.

@orange-coloredsky I know you've been talking about this stuff all day, and your initial posts about the antiblack racism in the series were what prompted me to write my thoughts today- which is what this ask is in response to. I was curious if you have any other input with all this.

I'd also be more than happy to have any additional input from people better suited to answer these questions.

[xavslilslut]

His little girl. || Xavier thorpe x reader

Warnings , size kink, P in V, unprotected sex, cussing, readers a vampire .

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reader and Xavier are dating, but reader has a kink her boyfriend isn't aware of..

You where Xavier thorpes girlfriend, also a vampire. You where known at nevermore because you where a special type of a vampire, not like the normal ones. Your venom, is poisonous and like a drug, you can control if you poison someone with your bite, thats what makes you special. Also the fact that you age like a human but you can never die, unless someone stabs you with a stake to your heart.

On your first day of nevermore when your dormmate, enid, was showing you around your eyes couldn't help but wonder on a certain someone, a tall, skinny, pale boy with long hair was on a latter painting, as you where looking at him he looked back and you quickly looked away. Later that day when you walked into Ms. Thornhills class, you saw him again smiling at you, you sat next to him and you guys became friends. Well, best friends, then you two started dating. He was head over heels in love for you, you felt the same, there where so many things about him that made your heart flutter, but one thing stood out, your height difference.

Your boyfriend was 6'2, you where 5'0. So that means that he's a whole foot and 2 inches taller than you, something about the way he looks down at you, the way he has to bend over to kiss you or to hear you or to tell you something, the way he's so much bigger and stronger than you, the way his hands are way bigger than yours, just everything makes you so crazy, absolutely crazy. And he feels the same way, he loves how much smaller you are compared to him.

You love the way his hands can cover your boobs when he grabs them, just like what hes doing right now as he's pounding into you, fast and hard, while your a moaning mess under him, legs shaking and your hands hold his arms. "mmmm, fuck xavi, m'fuck me so good!" You say, completely cock drunk. Xavier just looks down at you and gives you smile at how much he's fucked you dumb, "I know baby I know." He coos, you whine and bit your lip as you take one of your small hands of his arm and slide it down towards his chest, then to his slightly seen abs, you run your tiny fingers over his abs then bring them back to where they originally were on his arm.

You clench around him thinking about how small you are compared to him again, he let's out a low groan and a small 'fuck' as he feels you clench your already tight pussy around his cock. "mmm fuck xavi, pl-please use me, de-s-story me plea- fuck!" You try to say while he continues ramming into you, not stopping. He seems shocked by your words because you've never said anything like that, but just thinking about how you are so small compared just makes you go crazy, so crazy.

He doesn't question it though and instead just keeps fucking you at a inhumane paste, to the point where your literally screaming. All that can be heard from his dorm is skin clapping, moans, and low groans. You start to feel your release coming quickly as he brings one of his big hands down to start rubbing circles on your red swollen clit, making your stutter and your mouth to make an 'O' shape while letting out a long loud moan. "mmhhhh, fu-fuck xavi m'gonna cum!!"you moan stuttering due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"fuck, cum all over this dick baby" you hear Xavier say in a low raspy voice, his thrusts start getting sloppier and he starts moaning a lot more, with hearing his words you start to cum all over his cock, letting out loud pornographic moans, clenching around him. He reaches his release not to far after you, slowing pulling out and laying down next to you and pulling you into his chest to cuddle.

"What was that about you wanting me to use to you?" Xavier says while giving your head a kiss. "mm nothing." You say drifting off into your sleep already knowing he knew what you meant by that.

[luffyvace]

Tanjiro x male reader<3

Tanjiro x male reader won second place in the poll!! :) enjoy tanjiro stans<3

Starting back at the final selection let’s say that’s when you met

just to clear things up

and you two started dating some time after that

of course eventually making it official

tanjiro was quite flustered when he realized his sexuality might be different from tradition

but he wasn’t afraid to be bi/gay/pan or anything

he just thought- ..! Actually he never really thought of that type of thing..

I mean he was kinda too young

but now that your together!

he has time to figure it all out :)

tanjiro is such a sweet lover!

and helpful!

and caring!

(Really he’s a ball of love)

if you feel tired he carries you

(Even if your both beat up after a mission)

if you need water he’ll spare you some of his or go fetch some

And he’s always down to spar at any type of day!

I will say he’s not thinking about you in that way when you take your shirt off

but when you do he definitely admires you!

you might have abs seeing as though the demon slayer corps has………...harsh (brutal) training 😅

if you do then he sees it as a result of your hard work!

same with scars!

especially with scars<3

he can 100% relate and you two share stories about each one

if you have any—you probably trauma bond

you guys just end up talking all night long about your past, everything that happened, your pain, whether you want revenge or not and so on!

It strengthens your trust and relationship with each other

btw if anyone asks why your together as two males or how you know you actually like men..

tanjiro will humbly and politely educate (lecture) them on how important you are to each other, how you met, why/when you started dating and even if they don’t like it, it’s simple to walk away instead of disrespecting your relationship!

I hope y’all don’t run into uzui..

(y’all do)

that man has THREE wives why wouldn’t he question when he sees you two?? 😬🧍‍♀️

tanjiro had to hit em with the quick fix cuz when I tell you he did not let that slide 😂

especially with how slick uzui mouth be gettin..😒

Tanjiro also has learned to adjust to scavenging for food (he grew crops with his mom)

as well as inosuke (he grew up in the wild) and zenitsu (he used to have crops with his sensei)

so if you can too, great!

if not the 3 of them work together to make the 4 of you meals

and after they learn how to stop burning them

theyre pretty tasty too!!

don’t expect inosuke to share.

do expect inosuke to take

-note to self, m/n.

zenitsu doesn’t see the attraction to males instead of females

he won’t judge but will ask you two if your sure your into males

and after tanjiro gives him that lecture about being respectful-

he doesn’t question it again

LOL

inosuke straight up don’t care

he doesn’t really view relationships in a romantic way

its more so between “they’re beneath me” , “they’re above me, I must beat them”

so no worries about him judging either 😋

if nezuko doesn’t like you

it’s not to say tanjiro won’t date you because of it

but I’ll honestly say it plays a factor

If sweet nezuko doesn’t like you it prob means something..🤨

she has good instincts so tanjiro might start to assume you have ill intent or smth 😬

he’ll try to get her to like you and if she warms up to you he assumes it might’ve been personal 😂🤷‍♀️

but if she doesn’t..

he finds you like 30% less attractive🧍‍♀️

if she does like you from jump, she starts to protect you as well

and loves to spend time with you when she’s outside her box

tanjiro adores this and you three cuddle or play in each other’s hair whenever you have the time

It also makes him happy if you accept nezuko as a demon quickly

after missions tanjiro finds you, nezuko, zenitsu and inosuke

then cries

like your all just a crying mess tbh

i mean unless your like emotionally unavailable..

BC I DON’T SEE HOW YOU COULD NOT CRY AS A MINOR WHO HAS TO KILL LITERAL HORRIFYING BEASTS FOR A LIVING?!?!?!?

Tanjiro will help you achieve your goals as you likely help him achieve his

even more so after that night you had where you opened up to each other about your past

(again, only if you have truama)

tanjiro is really grateful for you

before all he had was nezuko

and aside from zenitsu and inosuke

now he has you!! 💗

tanjiro’s love languages are acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation and (shy) physical touch

actually maybe some gift giving when he can too!!

so all?!

such a green flag 💖

for acts of service as I said he’ll genuinely do any sane thing you ask of him

he cares about you that much

he won’t bother to complain about being tired either

he automatically assumes your either doing worse or he’s fine

as for quality time he gets really relieved when he gets sent on missions with you

at least he can be there to see and protect you

(or maybe vice versa 😂)

he’d beat himself up about not being able to protect you more if you get serious injures

tends to your wounds everyday then trains vigorously

to get stronger and protect you as you fight along side him when he fights muzan

if your gonna fight along side him in that battle? He’s gonna need to be strong enough to protect you.

he doesn’t want to loose you.

especially not to that man.

he lost everything to him.

he won’t let it happen again.

💗💕💖🍡♥︎

for quality time outside of missions ✌︎('ω')✌︎

tanjiro likes to train, cuddle, go on walks, go shopping, chit chat :)

All that good stuff <3

with words of affirmation he really just praises you all the time

”you did your best today in training! I could tell! :D”

“You look great today m/n!! I’m glad your wearing the (favorite men’s jewelry piece) I got you!”

”I can definitely tell your getting stronger, m/n!!!”

c:

it can also be

“get a good nights sleep, m/n! I love you!”

”be careful on your mission okay? I love you, m/n!”

“thank goodness we surviveeeeed!!! I love you m/n!! I love you so much!!”

now lastly for (shy) physical touch

he is nervous to touch you

he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, yes that’s the last thing he wants

he doesn’t know how to execute it so he ends up either asking or making it very obvious of what he’s trying to do

that way you can shut him down early on just in case

and you won’t feel pressured to let him if you dislike affection

which mind you he does asks if your okay with it first

so that’s likely not the case

if you did mention your distaste for physical affection, however, it’s duly noted in his mind and will keep it to a minimum

your gonna have to discuss boundaries or else he’s gonna act like you have the plague trying not to upset you 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Tanjiro doesn’t dislike pda or anything

he’s just a bit embarrassed about it

maybe if it’s more subtle like resting your head on his shoulder, then yeah that’s okay!

hugging too!!

but direct kissing or hand holding?

his face is a cherry and he’s apologizing to the passerbyers for disturbing them

even if they don’t mind

he’s self aware when it comes to not disturbing others

tanjiro can be a little flustered/shy about things but he’s certainly isn’t embarrassed about your relationship!

he’s quite proud, actually!

will happily tell/correct anyone that asks or misjudges♡♡♡

It’ll make me happy if you enjoyed this, so hopes to you did!

(apologies for the procrastination, and thank you for your patience lovelies!)

[untilwedont]

Think you can handle one

Then try two

RQ: TOP!Ethan x TOP!Chad x BOTTOM!Male reader smut plz. Where on the night of the collage party ( the one in the movie ), the reader and chad end up sneaking of to have sex, and ethan stumbles in and joins them”

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x Ethan Landry x Male!Reader

Warnings: Oral sex, rough sex, slight degration kink?, cum eating

Summary

A/N: time to get into my slut boy era and do some of my smut requests 🥰 also i literally had to rewrite half of this story so if this sucks its because i got lazy and just wanted to finish this

You arrived at the college party with some group of friends, one being with Tara. You decided to go as a one of a kind, slutty cowboy. The plan was to party, have fun, drink tons of alcohol, and maybe get laid.. like any normal college student would.

And so, you walked in. The music was blaring and there were colorful lights that covered every inch of the house. There was either two things you saw while you were there. People drinking and dancing, or people making out against the walls.

You were one of the people that decided to drink and dance with some of the friends you came with, living the night away. You stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to face a friend of yours, Chad.

“Hey there, M/N. Enjoying the party?”

You could tell he’d been drinking a bit from the slight stench of alcohol slipping out of his mouth and up into your nostrils. “For sure, this shits the best!” You laughed, slightly eyeing his toned abs from time to time.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Chad. He certainly had that jock personality, but he definitely wasn’t a douchebag like any typical jock would be.

He smiled at you, “So what’re supposed to be?” He yelled over the loud music, but quickly spoke before you could say anything. “Wait, lemme guess… A cowboy?” He furrowed his eyebrows and slightly tilted his head, smile still remaining.

You pointed a finger in the air, “Actually a slutty cowboy. Can’t forget the slutty part.” He nodded and laughed, eyes eyeing you up and down.

“And what exactly are you supposed to be, hm?” You tilted your head, slightly running your tongue against your teeth. “Well I too am a cowboy,” he looked down at himself, “A slutty cowboy if you will.”

You laughed and nodded your head, “Well looks like we both had the same idea.”

The two of you went silent for a moment, an awkward tension starting to grow. You continued to slightly eye his abs, but only for a split second so he wouldn’t notice.

He leaned in against your ear and whispered, “I can see you eyeing my abs. You aren’t so slick y’know.” You were stunned for a second, a faint red appearing onto your cheeks.

He placed his hands on your waste, slightly pulling you closer. “You look really hot right now, but I bet you’d look even hotter with your clothes off. Why don’t you come with me. Promise you’ll have a funner time with me than dancing with your friends.”

He waited for a response but it’s like every word in your vocabulary disappeared. The only thing you could do was look at him and nod, wanting to so badly to have raunchy sex with this man. He took your hand in his and lead you to an empty bedroom, closing the door and immediately smashing his lips onto yours.

His hunger for his lips to be on yours was inevitable. You backed up against the edge of a bed and he pushed you onto it. He removed everything he had on but his pants, which was almost nothing. He got on top of you and placed lips soft lips back onto yours.

Both your tongues fought for dominance, but his won the battle and he explored your mouth. He deepened the kiss while his hands explored your waist, muffled moans coming out of you.

He removed his lips from yours and explored your neck, eventually finding your sweet spot. “Fuck Chad- I want you so badly..” You ran your hands through his back, all the way up to his head.

“Is that so, hm? Why don’t you suck my dick?Always wanted to see what else that pretty little mouth could do.” You complied with his command and got up from the bed and down on your knees.

You kissed his growing bulge through his pants, being a little tease. He through his head back and groaned slightly. You unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, stroking it slowly. You gave his tip small kisses before fully putting his length into your mouth. He groaned, placing both his hands on the side of your head, forcing you to take his full length.

He held you there for a few seconds before letting you catch your breath. You coughed and wiped the drool the oozed out your mouth. You licked the end of his dick all the way to his tip, slapping it against your tongue.

You placed it back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, stroking the parts you couldn’t suck with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

“Fuck baby, gonna make me cum down your throat!” He moaned, grabbing the sides of your head and thrusting his dick faster and faster until he finally came undone in your mouth. “Fuck, I’m cumming~!”

He shot his load down your throat, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock. Some oozed out and dripped off your chin, but you managed to swallow it all.

You removed his length from your mouth and he helped you up, laying you down on the bed. “We aren’t done yet baby. Haven’t gotten to abuse this little hole of yours.”

He began to kiss your chest, all the way down to your stomach and stopping at your waistband. He looked up at you, asking for consent. You nodded eagerly and he pulled your pants down along with your underwear, your cock flinging out and hitting against your stomach.

He got down onto his knees and started to eat you out while stroking your dick with one hand and placing a finger in your hole with the other. You gripped the bedsheets, moaning and whimpering as his tongue did unspeakable things.

“Fuck~ please Chad.. I need you so badly..!” You moaned and he looked up at you while smirking. “Alright prince, I think i’ve prepped you enough. Time to give you what you’ve been asking for.”

He lined his dick up with your hole and placed the tip in. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened as he slammed into you with no warning. “Augh~ fuck!”

Chad began to thrust into you at an ungodly pace, completely abusing your hole. “Fuck, after all that prepping and you’re still so fucking tight!” He threw and head back and shut his eyes, groaning as he continued to hit and abuse your sweet spot.

He abruptly came to a stop when you both heard the bedroom dorm open. In came Ethan, only wanted to lay down and rest a bit. “Fuck, Jesus, I-I’m so sorry!” Ethan yelled, covering his eyes, tints of red appearing on his face.

Chad purposely left the door unlocked, hoping someone would stumble in and join them. Chad laughed at his blushing friend, “Hey man, no worries! Why don’t you come in and join us? I’m sure M/N can put his mouth back to good use, right?” He looked at you and you nodded towards Ethan.

Ethan was hesitant at first since he’d be losing his virginity, but at the same time he was really wanting to lose his virginity, so he complied. He shut the down and made sure to lock it before taking off his handmade costume. Chad continued to thrust back into you, this time going at a slower pace.

You whimpered as he went in and out of you. Ethan, now fully undressed, walk towards the bed you laid in and climbed on next to you. You turned your head towards his cock and he placed it in your mouth as you opened wide.

Ethan slightly groaned, the vibrations from your moans sending a pleasurable sensation. He grabbed your head, forcing you to go completely down on his cock. All that nervousness in him seemed to have quickly gone away.

So now not only were you getting your guts absolutely annihilated, but now you’d be having a sore throat by the end of the night.

A/N: 3 stories in one day WOWZA. Got too lazy to try to go more in-depth for this fic so im ending it there.

[badaziraphaletakes]

OMG HE LITERALLY HAS CHOSEN CROWLEY OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

He risks his entire existence every time he interacts with Crowley!

6000 years wasn't "too fast" for him for having a romantic relationship - it was "too fast" for him to accept that the idea of running off together even though it would mean they'd both inevitably be destroyed.

💔

That's why the music is so sad in that scene. Not because Aziraphale doesn't love Crowley as much as Crowley loves him, or whatever. That wouldn't be that tragic. That's just a stupid rom-com. That's not what Good Omens is.

What is tragic, on an epic scale, is two people being madly in love and unable to be together because they would be killed if they tried.

By the way- "forcing him to deal with his relationship with heaven head on" - what the f*ck????!!!!!! That is literally all he has ever gotten to do. All he ever does is "deal with" the horrible fact that heaven is constantly breathing down his neck and he is one wrong move away from destruction. The only thing that needs to change in that "relationship" is for THEM to stop ab*sing HIM. Period. End of story. The responsibility is ALWAYS, ENTIRELY, on the ab*ser's side. No exceptions.

Oh, and I hope to Frances the "Crowley already made his choice" isn't referring to the fall. Because

a. We have no proof that Crowley *chose* to fall, and I am so, so sick of people putting words in his mouth about it (speculation is fine, but acting like we *know* is not cool!),

and, much more importantly,

b. Aziraphale does NOT have to "choose" to renounce his ab*sers. No victim owes that to anyone, EVER.

They deserve for their ab*sers to choose to leave them alone. Period.

[dckweed]

I’ve only read two of your works so far but omg i LOVE UR WRITING AND I NEED TO REQUEST (if ur taking right now)

Something with Bradley where reader comes home with a bruise from literally just walking into something like its laughable but Bradley Freaks. Out. n its just cute and funny.

idk im so bad with requesting i never do it <3 thanks so much!! Take ur time :33

omg how didn't i see this sooner?? smh im so behind on my inbox y'all..life has been CRAZY in all caps. im gonna tweak this a bit to a situation that lowkey just happened w me and my fiance, i come home from work daily covered in new scratches and bruises and sometimes even cuts and my fiance is always just wigged out about it because "you play with dogs all day how is it this dangerous" and i feel like he reminds me sm of bradley tbh

just a small lil drabble blurb thingy blobber and it kind of sucks im so sorry :(

warnings: mentions of blood, sharp objects, etc..

"WRAP YOU IN BUBBLE WRAP" bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

A woosh of cold air greets you as you open the door of your condo, a relaxed sigh leaving your lips as set your keys down on the small table in the hallway, kicking off your crocs too as you close the door.

"Honey?" A smile spreads on your face, he's not usually home at this time of day. "It's hot as hell outside, if you don't feel like making dinner and you want to just order something in, i wouldn't be opposed."

"Bradley Bradshaw, that is the sexiest thing that's ever left your face." You respond, making your way to find him. He's manspread on the couch, rested back into the plush cushions with his shirt off, toned abs and chest on full display for you, bronze skin glowing in the glow of the sun pouring in from your fifth story balcony. You jump over the arm of the couch and right into your husbands lap, bringing your lips to his.

He's laughing when you finally pull away from him, hands planted firmly on your hips. "I take it you agree with no cookin-what the hell is that?" His eyes are zeroed in on your hands, splayed out on his chest. For a moment you think he's asking about the golden bits of hair wrapped around the massive stone of your engagement ring, until you remember the band-aids wrapped around two of your fingers. "Baby-"

"Oh, it's a funny story actually, a standard poodle sneezed while i was doing a continental cut on it" By the look on his face, he very clearly did not think that this was a funny story, despite the laughter in your voice. "and i was scissoring around the head when it happened and i took out two of my fingers."

"Honey, did you even clean them?!" He sits up, hands supporting your ass when he sees your sheepish look. "I swear you come home from work with more injuries than should be necessary, you literally work with dogs, babe..people are going to think that your job is more dangerous than mine is..that i send you off to battle or something."

"My job is more dangerous than yours." You argue playfully, legs wrapping around his thick, muscular waist as he stands up from the couch with ease, carrying you through the house with an unpleased expression on his face. He kisses your forehead as he walks, presumably headed for the bathroom. "I run the potential of getting my face bit off or cutting off my fingers every day, or even worse, hurting one of those poor sweet babies."

"Those poor sweet babies," He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he kicks open the bathroom door and uses one of his hands to flick on the light. "send you home to me covered in new bruises, scratches and these almost every single day." He raises your hand up, giving it a pointed look as he clearly eyes the blood seeping around the edge of the poorly applied bandages. He tsks as he starts to unfurl them from you, rummaging in the cabinet behind your head for what you're assuming was wound cleaning supplies, the kind you would typically use on him. "I ought to come up there and stand by your table and give them all what for when they all start acting up, maybe then you'll come home to me all nice and pretty and unharmed, just how you leave me."

"Mmm, all the ladies at work would just love to have a big strong man like you standing around to do all the work we hate doing.." You say, smile perking on your lips again as you watch him work on your fingers, cleaning them with something that makes you hiss before he blows cool air on them, re-wrapping them in clean, properly fitted bandages.

"Mhm, speaking of, how is Brenda? Does she go home to her husband like this too?" You whap his chest with your good hand and he snorts in laughter at you, knowing good and damn well that the woman could be just as clumsy as you, if not worse. "Wonder if he considers wrapping his wife up in bubble wrap too before sending her off."

"I don't think bubble wrap would be very conducive to my working environment."

"I don't think your working environment is conducive to your bodily health."

You both snort out in laughter before kissing each other once more. "I'll go ahead and order dinner, take yourself a shower baby." He says, helping you down off of the counter. "I'm serious about that bubble wrap! Stop coming home to me like this!"

"I can't make any promises!"

[presiding]

a doctor turned serial killer turned doctor again, an actor who paints, a gang leader, a mining baron, and a vice overseer walk into the room.

oh yeah and they lead karnaca now.

dishonored 2 is my fav game but i think it's mid, story-wise. here's why dh1 works and why dh2's overarching story sorta misses

tl;dr: story integration is critical for gameplay that offers audience payoff, but emily's personal arc from dishonor to honor is inconsistently demonstrated in the story, and is not an interactive part of the gameplay.

essay/long version under cut >

recap: what's dishonored's deal

[skip if you want] dh1 is an underdog story: corvo is an honorable man swept up in the machinations of a callous city, so his canonical ending being 'this child will rule over an empire' isn't about the child's rule but rather about corvo's reputation being restored in a more hopeful city, due to his & the player's rejection of the violent connotations of the tagline 'revenge solves everything.'

similarly, in dh1 DLCs, daud's story arc is that of an anti-hero: a dishonorable man who realises too late he has done irreparable harm. he sees the error of his ways after a single monumental death, and eventually a single life redeems him when he/the player stepped in to circumvent a terrible fate for a child, enabling her to rule unfettered.

daud & corvo come to a satisfying conclusion within the extent of their narrative arcs. it doesn't matter that a child on a throne isn't really a fix for a decaying empire - the player's actions throughout the city of dunwall was what mattered - and these stories could be framed as parables. in that sense, young emily as a ruler is a metaphor for a hopeful future for the city & empire.

dishonored 1 & its DLCs are also great examples of storytelling with perfectly integrated gameplay - you, the player, worked towards the outcome that redeemed the protagonists.

in your efforts to save young emily, you either achieved a good outcome (corvo) or prevented a worse outcome (daud).

bringing us to dh2 -

what's emily's arc

emily's arc is a coming of age: we're introduced to a reigning empress who questions her role & skillset ("am i the empress my mother wanted me to be?"), then her titular fall from grace occurs. from there, she learns to reject the violent, selfish connotations in 'take back whats yours' tagline (a la daud & corvo!) while rediscovering why her rule is critical to the empire.

emily's rule is no longer metaphorical, but:

a literal thing for audience assessment (is emily a good ruler?) AND

the crux of her storyline.

at the beginning of dh2, emily is introduced as a disengaged leader ("i wish i could just run away from all this;" "i dont know if whether i should sail to the opposite side of the world, or have everyone around me executed"). the antihero has a precedent for the dishonored series in daud, so it's not at first glance an issue*, however, the fact that emily has ruled poorly reframes corvo & daud's endings as being less than ideal (a moralistic retcon) *we could talk here about how ready an audience was in 2016 for a flawed women as a protagonist, hell, even in 2023,,,

throwback to the beginning of this essay when i said:

'this child will rule over an empire' isn't about the child's rule but rather about corvo's reputation

emily's story arc, unlike for daud & corvo, is literally about the quality of her rule. we're no longer in metaphor territory (ironic phrase): a parable-style ending doesn't work.

does emily become a good ruler

we know she becomes a good ruler because the game says so. it is narrated to the audience via a (literal) word of god in the space of 30 seconds, after the final boss. the outsider tells us that emily becomes known as Just & Clever.

drawing a distinction here - this narration is not the same as the player actively being involved.

the player does not throughout the game become aware that emily has made political allies. during the game, she doesn't talk to these characters about saving karnaca or being a better ruler to the empire (there's a few lines might imply it, but you need to be actively looking and being careful to wait for every voice line. it's a far cry from daud & corvo's fight to save emily being unmissable - even though daud doesn't know at the beginning that's the goal).

how does the game show it

you can coincidentally not kill most of your subjects and never be aware that emily is looking to restore karnaca by means of instating a council - it's never brought up. it *couldn't* be brought up, because that council serves under the fake duke (armando), who is the last person she speaks to before she leaves for dunwall. its her suggestion that he rules karnaca, but armando's condition is that he will rule as he sees fit.

to back up a bit, emily's canonical method of restoring karnaca is by banding together key allies - hypatia, stilton, [byrne &or paolo], pastor, under a council beneath the duke's body double. they are passionate people who would each individually make worthwhile advisors, but if you think about those characters sitting at a table trying to reach an agreement, it feels like an assortment of people that emily didn't kill along the way and doesn't feel organic (up to interpretation). it's not stated if emily herself banded this council together, but logically she must have (worth a mention these are mostly characters that you as the player had reasonable rationale to kill during a high chaos run, except pastor). the underlying concept may be that karnaca's power is returned to its people - which is interesting given that the monarchy remains and armando's decision is final.

this overarching solution could also be taken as a critique to dh1's 'put your kid on the throne,' which is another reason its worthwhile looking at how emily was shown to be a better leader. obviously my point isn't that her solution was bad given the circumstance, but i mean she has very little agency here in all. if emily was shown to be more controlling as a leader, this could be interpreted as character growth, but that's not the case.

coming of age

how do you learn & grow when you can't specify your failings? emily doesn't really touch on her shortcomings as an empress. she non-specifically worries delilah makes a better empress than her. it's hard to argue her worries are meaningful when someone good at their job will still worry when lives are in the balance.

emily's best 'aha' moments (eg. crack in the slab comment about gaining perspective) are consistently undercut by a conversation with sokolov or meagan afterwards in which she demonstrates she hasn't learned anything (before the grand palace, emily condemns 'toadies sucking up to me' and is reminded by meagan that she's part of the problem). the story is confused about what it's trying to say about emily's progress, and when she's meant to show progress, if she was meant to show any progress at all. it could be argued that emily was never even a bad ruler, she had just been fed misinformation about the problems in karnaca and been the victim of slander by her political enemies. the game doesn't make this clear - it's easier to argue that the opposite is true given that her allies only have criticism.

worth a mention here that the heart quotes about armando - a fake ruler - interestingly mirror emily's character concerns. "see how he sighs? his life is a gilded cage." but this essay is already long.

while corvo & daud spend their games (and through the gameplay) 'earning' their redemption, emily is being led by the NPCs around her to a conclusion and a fix for the political mess in karnaca: meagan & sokolov guide emily to her missions, and there's no recurring quest for emily to investigate possible allies. she is able to gather the people she hasn't killed to herself by manner of... post-game narration. during the game, she's primarily concerned with getting her throne back.

an easy fix: if there had been less dialogue & narrative focus on emily's failings perhaps the ending would have felt more satisfying. it has the feel of cut content, but i don't know what was cut to be able to comment on it.

so what went wrong?

i can't help but wonder if arkane were worried they would lose a certain demographic if corvo wasn't playable (may have been deemed too much of a risk - 2013 was a different time), and so they had to take out story elements that were unique to emily's growth as a character/empress, because the usual storyline/gameplay integration had to work for both characters - in other words, gameplay that made sense for both corvo & emily was prioritised before emily's story & character development. which is a silly problem to have in a game that added character voices for the sake of improving characterisation - maybe emily's tale would have felt more akin to a parable if she had less lines that betrayed her ignorance (to the disdain of those around her).

i wish more care had been taken with emily's story. most players will never really notice the large variety of different endings - they're not particularly satisfying in and of themselves.

it's ironic that one of Emily's complaints is about her father/protector being overbearing, when his (parallel universe) presence in the gameplay may be one of the reasons her own narrative arc falls flat.

what are the upsides here

changing tune from what didn't work - don't you think the concept is fantastic? it's a great idea overall - can you imagine if the coming of age storyline was better integrated into the game?

it's valuable to talk about the integration of story and gameplay and characterisation from a craft perspective. dh2 genuinely is my favourite game - it's beautiful, the imm-sim design philosophy makes the world a delight to explore, the combat gives endless creative options for tackling any fight, there is a far greater diversity of cast in an in-text canonical way. there's loads to love!

i love emily as a dodgy leader, to me it adds interesting dimensionality to the outsider's narrations - of course in dunwall there's never a neat happily ever after! emily, like the outsider, both work well as characters who hold ultimate power but aren't necessarily worthy of it - and this makes perfect sense for the dishonored universe's morality & critiques of power. however, within this grey area there's still plenty of room for a satisfying ending, which isn't what we ended up with, whatever the true reason for that was. and also, damn, emily's a marked assassin empress, if she can't lead well then who can?

while dh1 was criticised for its narrative simplicity, dh2 in contrast and in hindsight shows us that simplicity isn't so bad - there's satisfaction in gameplay achieves a clear, simple narrative goal.

[conanssummerchild]

im bored as shit so im going to asign a community person/ship to every conan gray song bcs i really just use this site as a stream of my conciousness, if anyone has a better one for any of them feel free to tell me, also fair warning abed is my fav character, i'll try not to make everything abt him and troy but no promises

grow: the whole final episode really but im thinking mostly jeff tbh or also abed leaving for LA, or even maybe troy leaving on his voyage ☹️

idle town: the 'town' being greendale i feel like this applies to jeff also 😭 like its abt all of them but its jeffs pov

generation why: im thinking my girl britta hehe idk how to explain it but the vibes are so there

crush culture: im thinking annie, but also maybe jeff, aro king 👑

greek god: im thinking maybe abed in high school? i would say annie but she seemed to care more about fitting in while abed had accepted he couldnt, also hes like insightful and observant yk

lookalike: oh my god, brittas pov and its about jeff and slater oof

the other side: troy and abed, specifically in geothermal escapism 😭</3 im killing myself why would i do this

the king: okay fuck this is so trobed coded, abeds pov

comfort crowd: the whole study group tbh <33 in more specifics i was thinking jeff + the study group and honestly abed and annie

wish you were sober: i mean this one has to be either jeff and britta or britta and troy, though troy and britta could be taken either as britta wanting to go party and smoke weed or wtv and troy not rlly doing that stuff or britta feeling rejected bcs of troy giving all his attention to abed 😭 (like as in wish u were sober being wish u werent a raging homosexual)

maniac: probably i'd have to say jeffbritta from either pov

(online love): i... dont know tbh. the vibes are giving annie and troy for some reason, maybe once troys already left?

checkmate: the fond eyeroll i had to give, jeff and britta again. maybe annie being pissed at jeff over their kiss but i dont ship them romantically

the cut that always bleeds: idk, maybe jeff and annies weird ass relationship that keeps fucking happening is the closest, from annies pov

fight or flight: idk tbh, maybe trobed and britta if i had to go with smth, this one is mostly EXTREMELY byler coded (from stranger things) and im never fucking letting that go

affluenza: ok i mean ive gotta give this one to jeff dont i

(can we be friends?): troy abed and annie <3 im so soft for them

heather: ok fuck i HAVE to say trobed and britta and its abeds pov and if we're being specific them in virtual systems analysis becuase i'll never get over this episode ("ive run the simulations, i dont get married :/") bcs i fucking love abed being jealous of britta while she was with troy in the cool way but also in the sad if troy cant love me no one will way

little league: this is troy and abed when troy leaves :(((( and this is canon bcs my beloved wife and i are so troy and abed coded and she loves little league sooo

the story: ok so the boy and the girl are hmm annie and abed, the boy and the boy are troy and abed duh doy, him and his friend are maybe idk britta and troy, i dont wanna say jeff or abed bcs their dad/mum abandoned them and that bit's abt wanting to get away from ur parents yk

fake: (😭) maybe jeff (alan's pov 😔😔💔💔) nah but fr i see people joking abt his song but its lowkey fire

overdrive: WHY DO THEY ALL MAKE ME THINK OF JEFF AND BRITTA

telepath: jeff 😔 and 😔 britta 😔

movies: ok i literally cant say anyone other than abed, the king of movies. im not really feeling troy tho, maybe rachel, like maybe when abed kept trying to super speed run their relationship and he was anxious abt not passing the relationship tests

people watching: the MOST annie coded song ever holy fuck she is so people watching coded i love her so much

disaster: abed. or britta. my abandonment/commitment issues babies <33

best friend: TROBED. THE ONLY BEST FRIENDS EVER

astronomy: would it be absolutely too painful if i said troy and abed. honestly i actually think im feeling more jeff and abed but not like at eachother just both of them together in their sadness, from their pov to someone else (britta and troy probably seeing as these r their main romantic interests)

yours: AHH THIS SONG DEAR GOD </3 can i say abed jesus fuck im killing myself this one for abed hurts so much, not really directed at anyone in specific, or more like just directed at everyone, just his abandonment issues :( ("i dont always see it coming" PUT ME DOWN)

jigsaw: oo britta, my queen she just wants to be loved so bad </3 but also a bit abed ("if being less insane would make you stay" oof)

family line: okay. jeff.he actually invented having daddy issues

summer child: ok its abed bcs i kin him idc, im conans summer child™ and i said so /lh

footnote: not quite sure, very annie coded imo. maybe trobed? either pov ig but im feeling troy

memories: hm, trobed after troy leaves? abed trying to get over him but he keeps imagining troys still there with him like as in one of the hallucinations he has bcs i read a fic like this yesterday and it was sooooo good, idk maybe this is a little far fetched

the exit: im not rlly sure actually, either jeffbritta after the whole i love you in front of anyone fiasco or trobed when troys dating britta 🤷‍♂️

never ending song: ok, jeffbritta.

winner: THE MOST SONG EVER. ok this one is abed. it will always be abed. family line i feel like is more about a hostile home enviroment and jeff implies that his was, while winner is more pain of neglect or disconnect so i feel like its more appliable to abed because of how hes shown to not be understood by his parents and feels responsible for his mother leaving and this makes me think of the line "you dont really wanna hear the truth, do you?" because like his mum loving him on paper but not actually loving who he is or be willing to accept hes different and has different needs FUCK abeds mother all my homies hate abeds mother (what im not projecting at all my parents definitely love me and accept that im autistic /s)

killing me: im not quite sure actually. conan did write this song about someone who gave him tonsilitis and abed cannonically had tonsilitis though so 🤯

lonely dancers: hmm i feel like this song is upbeat enough to be trobed being silly tgth but maybe its more jeffbritta coded, or jeff and abed abt britta and troy, or vice versa, not sure

sorry i never mentioned shirley i do love her

feel free to take any of these as platonic or romantic idrk, a lot of them i couldve meant either way anyway

if u even made it this far u can have a gold star ⭐️ there u go

[frasier-crane-style]

Very early on in this movie, hero Christian Grey gives da chick the standard romantic leading man speech about how he's bad news--a loner, Dottie, a rebel--and she should still clear of him. At this point, they've gone out to get coffee one time and he's saved her from a careening bike messenger. I know it must be exciting to tell a lady that she should stay away from your twisted mind for her own feminine good, but dude, save it for at least the second date.

This came to Netflix, so I figured I might as well give a shot. It's a failure, obviously, but it's an interesting failure. There are talented people both on screen and behind the scenes, and it looks like a movie, but all their efforts amount to putting lipstick on a pig. Would it be unfairly inside-baseball to repeat the reports of a troubled production, with the author insisting on an adaptation that was too faithful for its own good?

Try not to do a shot every time heroine Anastasia Steele* extravagantly bites her lower lip in lust.

(how come Dakota Johnson's character name in this is way more silly than the name of the literal superhero she played?)

To be fair to the movie, I've seen a ton of waggish assholes like, well, me, declare that this movie is a camp classic of unintended hilarity and guys, c'mon. There's no way they didn't intend "What are buttplugs?" as a laughline.

In fact, with Dakota Johnson's sitcom star comedic timing and winsome charm, watching this movie is a bit like finding a coke-begotten relic of the 80s where some madman paired Meg Ryan and Rutger Hauer (it doesn't help that, as "Mr. Grey," they cast an actor that plays serial killers about as often as heartthrobs).

I'm making this story sound interesting, but it's not able to succeed on its own terms, as whenever it tries to get serious, the drama runs headlong into a howler of a line that must be verboten from the books. "I'm fifty shades of fucked up!" Christian groans at one point.

"I don't make love. I fuck. Hard," is another line that even Sir Michael Caine couldn't get into working order.

It's a shame, because there's no real reason a modern-day gothic romance can't work. Sure, there's no real plot to the thing besides Ana and Christian's doomed/not-so-doomed romance, but there are worse foundations for a movie than a relationship where the guy wants to hurt his lady love as much as romance her. It's fucked up, but imagine what a Cronenberg or Verhoeven could do with the assignment. Well, full frontal, probably.

(The compromise to keep Jamie Dornan from spending a third of the movie displaying the status of his circumcision is that he does most every sex scene in a worn pair of jeans. I probably should've been too stunned by his abs to wonder at this, but dude's a billionaire. Is he doing yardwork in those jeans? Home repair? Or have they gotten all the holes in them purely from screwing? Man, that guy does fuck. Hard.)

You know, given that bondage is a pretty common fetish, you'd think Christian Grey--an ubersexy twenty-something billionaire--would be able to find a woman who's into, y'know, all that--especially since his wildest antics are a little whipping and possible anal fisting.

I know there'd be no story if he didn't immediately fall in love with Anastasia Steele (snicker) and if she wasn't only putting up with the bondage to get the package deal. Still, that is a pretty contrived starting point, isn't it? At least Team Edward has the excuse of that whole 'my own personal brand of heroin' thing.

[midwesternwitchery]

Hi I am obsessed with your Konig story I come back to re-read it all the time! Makes me kick my feet lol when do you think the next chapter will be? My cage bars need some gnawing

-🌮

Well Hello there. I know I suck Ive been gone such is life. Anywhooooo here's a thing. I hope you like it taco! I had almost given up on this fic as I have been kinda hard on myself lately just one of those impostor syndrome things so THANK YOU for your ask I love it when people interact in any way but literally this made my day! If you have any suggestions please feel free to send them my way anon or not!

Die Sonne - Part 5

a/n- Again I'm not totally happy with this and I swear smut is coming. MDNI

All of her belongings had been packed up carefully over the last few days. She groaned rolling over in bed, it was tempting to lay around in bed for another hour but she had things to do, places to be. Oh shit. She sat up in bed. It was today. THE day. She had been struggling a bit internally. The more time that passed from her meeting at the agency, the more she was doubting her decisions. 

She couldn’t dwell on it now though as whats done is done. She had let her omega make the decision for her. One whiff of his intoxicating scent and her omega was practically preening. It would have been embarrassing but she couldn’t help it, honesty it didn’t seem like he minded though. Her thoughts drifted back to the way he seemed to zero in on her even through the blindfold. His instincts have to be off the charts considering his apex status. 

She rolled out of bed heading straight for the kitchen for a cup of coffee first thing. Once she had that started she began picking out her outfit for the morning. She’d be meeting him for the first time without the blindfold. She wanted- no needed to look her best, she really wanted this to work. Settling on a light flowing skirt, a long sleeve scoop neck top, and her knee high boots she was ready. She didn’t want anyone with her on her way to his home. She was nervous enough she didn’t need to add another person into the mix. Her things had been sent over to his home yesterday, the rest went to storage until she decided what she was doing with them. 

She pulled up the address on her phone, fingers shaking slightly, either from her anxiety or too much coffee. He lived near the downtown center. Her eyebrows raised a little when she realized he was in one of the larger high rise buildings. Grabbing her bag and coat she navigated her way to the subway. The ride wasn’t long, then she was back out on the street, another few minutes walk and she found herself standing at the entry to his building. 

The doorman opened the door gesturing her inside. She clumsily thanked him as she stepped inside, making her way to the elevators. Glancing back down to her phone to check the floor number she pressed the button and whoosh she was off.

Ding.

Ding

Ding

The doors opened to a small entryway. There was another door ahead of her. She stepped forward trying to keep her breath steady, and knocked.

A few moments passed with no response. Anxiety clawed at her throat as she checked the address and floor number triple checking she was at the right door. She was. So she knocked again. Cringing the entire time.

The door opened and all she could see was skin. Wet skin. Slowly she looked up taking in the towel around his waist, the water running down his chest and abs. Craning her neck she looked up at his face realizing neither of them had said anything and she had been caught staring. 

“Maus?” His voice rumbled through his chest. 

She was still staring. She had to stop staring. She shut her eyes for a moment in a futile attempt to get her self under control, “Hello König. Did I interrupt you?” Glancing down at his chest again she blushed. He on the other hand seemed to have a mixed reaction to her. His chest puffed up a bit but quickly he deflated backing away from the door gesturing for her to enter. “A moment Maus.” He stuttered out, “I- Ich komme gleich wieder” Then his back was turned as he fled further into the apartment. 

It seemed the big bad Apex Alpha was nervous too. That put her at ease a bit, at least they were evenly matched in that area. She stepped further into the apartment down a short hallway which led into the open floor plan that was the main living space. A large plush couch sat on one side a large TV across from it. The kitchen and dining sat off on the other side of the living area another hall way branching off to the side. Assuming she had interrupted his shower she decided to make her self comfortable on the couch until he came back out. 

As she rounded the couch she noticed the entire space seemed off. Her brow furrowed as she sniffed the air, then after looking around a bit she sniffed the couch cushion. It smelled sterile almost, like everything was brand new and staged. A small huff left her. He didn’t have any belongings displayed that looked personal. Maybe this was a new place she reasoned, but the file she had on him stated this address as his primary for the last 3 years. Before she could think on it further he reappeared fully dressed this time. His hair was still 

‘I can show you around if you like?’ He motioned behind him back down the hallway he’d come from. Mina nodded and rose from the couch approaching him. He turned flicking the hall light on and stepping to the side motioning for her to go first and explore. As passed him she hesitated feeling the heat radiating from him, his scent was so strong spicy and clean from the shower. A low rumble startled her out of her daze, eyes flying wide she looked up at him realizing quickly she all but had her face pressed up against him sniffing him. 

His eyes were pure predator, sharp and focused on her. Mina sucked in a breath. Shit. That definitely didn’t help anything she thought as his scent enveloped her senses. She felt like she was on the edge of starting her heat, but that was a ways off still right? She couldn’t think straight enough to even begin to do the math right now. 

His hand came up and circled her throat, not squeezing, just resting there. It felt … possessive but also protective like he was laying some claim on her. Regardless it cleared her mind a bit as he pressed her back into the wall behind her. His dark eyes devoured her as he bent his head down to hers. Pausing briefly he spoke, his voice thickly accented. ‘I’ve though of nothing but this since you left that room, but I do not want to scare you Maus….many fear me. I do not want that from you.’

Blinking up at him confused Mina was trying to make sense of his words. ‘But I’m not scared of you.’ He smiled at her softly. ‘Good girl.’ he murmured and lowered his head fully into the crook of her neck. She let out a soft gasp of air as his sharp nose pressed to her scent gland, sending shocks of shivers down her body. Her arms raised to grasp at his shoulders while his other arm snaked around her waist raising her up to his height. Instinctively her legs raised to wrap around his waist trying to hold her self up as he pressed into her further. 

He groaned deep in his chest as his hips settled against hers. She buried her face into his neck inhaling his scent. His arms tightened around her, she should be panicking at that, but god it felt so good to be held by him. She should push him away, not that it would do much good against his much larger frame.

The truth was she should do a lot of things but for once she just didn’t want to. She liked the way his body felt against hers, the way he smelled, the way he looked at her like she was precious to him because she was Mina not because of her designation. She could almost envision a life with him, but that could just be the hormones. 

She arched her back, pressing further into him. This seemed to snap him out of it a bit and he stiffened for a tense moment, then raised his head and began to lower her to the floor. She tightened her legs around his waist, resisting his attempt to release her. His eyes shot to hers, it felt like he was looking straight into her soul. Finally with a heavy breath he said, ‘I have a room prepared for you. They said you would want your own space.’ 

‘Oh. I see.’ she murmured quickly releasing her legs from his waist suddenly embarrassed at her actions. What the hell was she doing? She practically threw herself at him, and she definitely climbed him like a damn tree. Her face flamed a bright red as she turned from him straightening her hair and clothing out. She didn’t want to look at him and let him see how much he had affected her. He had accepted her as a mate but she couldn’t help but feel a slight sting of rejection. 

Before she could escape to lick her wounds in peace his hand reached out and grasped her chin, tilting her face up to his. Stubbornly she kept her eyes on his chest, refusing his silent request to look at him. König ducked his head forcing her to look at him. After a moment he clicked his tongue, ‘Ah little Maus do not be sad. This is not a no.’ He paused for a moment looking for the words. ‘This is a not right now. You have just come to my home, alone at that. I wish for you to settle in, relax, there is no pressure here for you. You are safe with me.’ He said the last bit with a little growl. 

Relief washed over her at his words. He wanted her but he was right. She needed rest and to get accustomed to her new surroundings and mate. She nodded to him gesturing to the hallway, ‘I’ll follow you this time.’ she smiled at him and for the first time he smiled back like really smiled. And god was it brilliant. 

He showed her to her room down the hall to the right, there were two doors opposite each other. He gestured to the door on the left, ‘My room is here and yours is…here.’ He opened the door to her room gesturing for her to enter. All of the air left her body. Every surface was covered with flowers, a wild rainbow of color in every direction. Beyond that the bed sat in the center covered with overstuffed pillows and fabrics of all types, some soft and silky others more like a plush fur. To the right was the door to an attached bathroom with a sunken tub and on the left was a massive walk in closet. 

She turned in a circle in the center of the room, breathless at the effort he had put into her room here with him. When her eyes found his he stepped forward to grasp her face in his large palms, his thumbs brushing the tears she hadn’t noticed spilling over. ‘Maus why do you-Ah what is the word?- tears? No. Cry! Why do you cry?’ his words spilled out so fast she began to laugh. His face morphed into one of real concern at my emotional state. 

‘No I’m fine please I’m sorry I don’t mean to worry you its just… No one has ever put this much effort into anything for me. I guess its all a bit overwhelming.’ He nodded in agreement as he wiped the last of her tears away. He touched his forehead to hers before whispering, ‘Go. Take a bath and relax. I’ll have dinner ready when you’re done.’ Then he was gone leaving her to do as he said.

She waited until she was sure he was far enough away before squealing like a little girl and dropping face first into her new bed. Maybe this could work after all. 

Translations -

Maus - Mouse

Ich komme gleich wieder - I'll be right back

[dumbfloweralive]

Mystery Hack

Chapter 2: The prodigal son and the black sheep.

(Machine)Connor RK800 x (f)reader.

Enemies to lovers.

Notes: I took the freedom to chanhe a little bit the date for the story. Hope you won't mind.

Also, the part in italic is a flashback. I do hope the date will help.

12 February 2039

Elijah was sitting in the living room facing the wide field of snow in front of him when he felt Chloe at his side. His very first model. She only stood here, next to him waiting. That wasn’t uncommon, Chloe was probably waiting for instruction. At least, that’s what he thought until he heard her voice.

“Will we ever see Y/N again?” Her voice sounded different. Concerned. Sad.

Elijah had been doubting about Chloe being a deviant for months now. She would never have told him, but this type of question tend to betray her. Also, by the way her led flashed a soft shade of yellow at the moment. What could she be thinking?

“I don’t know Chloe.” 

The android eyes fall to the ground before she leaves without being dismissed. Elijah watch her briefly, wondering where she would go, but she only stopped at the door.

“I miss her.” She confessed, her back turned against Elijah.

“I know. I miss her too.” 

Chloe had to know she was safe. Even if she had become a deviant, she was safe to express herself here. 

23 December 2035

“What are you doing?” The glass door of the private lab open on your figure as you walked in, catching an Elijah clearly upset. “You look awful” you add, realising your previous question wasn’t enough to caught his attention.

In front of him stood a new android model. A tall man-like, 6 ft from what she knew, with dark hair, soft brown eyes and even small freckles running across his skin. A new model who looked more than human. The face of the android turned to you, he was really stunning. His LED flashed a soft yellow, eyes still on you.

“Good to see you too Y/N” Elijah groaned, the android eyes moving back to him.

“You seem in a good mood.” You teased, noticing the frown on his face. 

“How does one create something more perfect than perfection.” He asked, turning to you, glasses glued to his nose. You didn’t need an enlightenment to know he was referring to both your creation and cyberlife.

“You know what i think of this.” you scuffed, taking a seat in the chair nearby. “What is it?” 

“Cyberlife asked for an upgraded model. What feature could we possibly add? They literally have no fault.” Kamski was aware of your thought on the matter. The perfection of your shared creation would obviously be a living being with self-awareness, capable of having a mind and thought on its own. “No don’t start.” He added, noticing the smile on your face.

“We both know that’s why the council asked you to work on this project, not me.” You leaned closer on the couch.

“Come on that’s not…” He started, watching as your eyes brow raised. “Yeah. You’re right.” He continued.

“They don’t trust me.” You add.

The council hated you and your work. Elijah and you had created cyberlife together, both of you had worked on Chloe before taking things forward with new androids. You had taken things forward, creating personal android, like you had done few years ago for Carl Manfred birthday a friend of you. Markus. Markus had a real personality, human-like personality. So had your other personnel project. 

Cyberlife wasn’t thrilled with them. They seemed too human, too alive. Too everything.  They had been afraid of a possible awakening from the android seeing how human they could act.

Elijah was the face and head of cyberlife. He was more notorious, charismatic, sympathetic and, therefore, more fitted to the role. You were difficult in social interaction, always hiding away in your work, disagreeing if thing did not please you and more discreet. A real pain in the ass for the council of Cyberlife.

Media and people barely speak of you, but you were ok with that. When they did, they referred to you as Kamski right hand or his girlfriend. That day you learned about this, the two of you had cracked your ribs, laughing had the news. 

The two of you barely remembered the first time you’d met nor when you started to hang out. It just happened. The only thing you knew was that both of you were glad to have each other in your life. If media should call the two of you anything, it should be friends. The creation of cyberlife only made your friendship stronger.

“What’s your plan?” you asked, the android led flickering soft yellow still. Something must have gone wrong in his code.

“Fixing it first. I screwed up a line being too distracted, can’t figure out which one.” 

“I can see that.” Too your sarcasm, he eyes sided you, before his eyes returned to the screen.

The android moved, stepping off his base. He looked around, his eyes stopping on Elijah for a long minute before his eyes turned to you, probably scanning you. Then he walked toward you, Elijah turning around on his chair suddenly anxious. The android stopped a few feet in front of you, not moving until he raised his right arm toward you, his synthetic skin retracting over the white chassis.

He wanted to interface. With you. 

“He wants to interface.” Kamski said, still anxious about the next movement of his new creation.

“No fucking way you genius?” you said ironically, before handing your arm to the android. His hand grasped delicately at your forearm, and you mirrored his action, his white finger brushing your arm slightly. His LED flashed red, seeing it wasn’t working, his face contorting in a deep frown. “I can’t interface with you. I am sorry.”

His soft eyes shot back at yours and, for an instant, you could discern true disappointment in them. Physically, Elijah had outdone himself on him.

“Its name is Connor.” Elijah said, swinging at your side.

“Nice to meet you Connor.” You said, offering a smile to the android, waiting for him to drop your arm. You frown. “He doesn’t speak.”

You frown.

Elijah's sight, arms raising in the air. “Told you i got distracted.” 

23 May 2039

Connor was walking to his home. By home, he meant one of the last android depot. The last days, along the others before had done nothing. 

He did find who he was looking for, only for him to get distracted for some reason. In one second, you had slept through his finger, disappearing. Agent Wilson hadn’t seen you in the bar and where you left, remained a mystery. Even the camera security he had hacked to find any hint had already been hacked, destroying all files. 

Then ten minute after the incident, he had received a text from you:

“See you soon pretty boy.”

Pretty boy. 

He hated you. 

He had let himself got distracted for whatever reason, costing him this chance of finding out the truth. But, at least, he knew you existed, that Elijah Kamski had told him the truth. What he couldn’t put his finger one was the reason cyberlife had been hiding you from him. What else were they hiding from him?

The worst part? He found himself looking at your text often. Drawn to it, staring at the word across the screen many times a day. Of course, Connor had tried answering it, tracing the number, the IP address, the phone but got nothing.

He hated you.

Pretty boy. He hated those words stuck in his mind. Hating the sting it brought in his thirium up. Connor despised the fact you were stuck on his mind like an obsession and a reminder that he didn’t catch you. The text only teasing him more on this last part. 

Connor needed to find you and end all this deviant revolution. No matter the cost, no matter what he had to do, he had to find you. It was his mission. You were his target. He had to succeed.

He entered the elevator, pressing the “56” buttons as the doors closed on him. The android depot was empty. Almost empty if you count the android that had been shut down, forced down here. Connor turned to the mirror of the elevator, tightening back is tie and running his hand through his hair. For a quick second, the memory of you doing it the other night enter his mind, the memory of your scent and touch intoxicating him. He hated you even more. Thankfully, he was quickly pulled back by the ring of the elevator.

Connor walked toward his base, repeating the question he wanted to ask Amanda once again. He needed to learn more, and this time he would insist. 

He found himself wondering in the Zen garden quickly, falling the white tiles on the ground. Amanda remained nowhere to be seen. Connor's sight.

“What can i do for you Connor?” The voice of Amanda made him jumped out of surprised. Connor turned around looking at her, determined.

“I want answers.” His voice remained calm, but his eyes betrayed him.

“What answers?” Amanda said, walking past him, heading toward the roses.

“I want answers about Y/N and her role in cyberlife.” Amanda lips furrowed down at the mention of your name. She hated that name. “I am guessing you’re not without knowing our path crossed.” 

Amanda brown eyes turned darker at the mention of this incident.

“If you had been able to catch her in time, you would have had the answer you were seeking for.” She said, turning around, cutting the dead roses. “Y/N left cyberlife company three years ago. The council weren’t exactly happy about her presence, neither was i. Yet, she remained part of the creator of cyberlife and of the androids. Therefore, the most important pieces of the company alongside Elijah.” She threw one of the roses on the ground, the petals parting away on the ground, messing the usual perfect white floor. 

“Why did she leave?” Connor asked, crossing his arms over his chest. The temperature in the Zen garden had lowered since he arrived.

“She was asked too. The council didn’t appreciate the last creation she introduced. Too dangerous. Too… Unpredictable.” It’s still felt like she was speaking in riddle, wanting the truth to remain hidden. “She was unpredictable herself after all, protecting her creation and cyberlife against anything the council wanted to change. The incident was the perfect reason to get rid of her and gain control over Cyberlife industry.”

Connor walked closer to Amanda, stepping over the dead roses now filling the floor.

“What was the incident?”

Amanda turned to him, eyes cold as ice as she answered him.

“You, Connor. You were the incident.” 

His eyes shot open on the wall of the warehouse he was staying at night. Amanda had chased him away. What could he have done to cross the council? It must have been terrible. Connor sat on the edge of the stair leading to his base, trying to find memory in him, anything. But he found nothing. 

What Y/N had done to him? What made the council hated you this much? And, especially, what had they done to make him change, to improve him? 

The council trusted him. They had let him in charge, dealing with the deviant situation at its centre, in Detroit. They had to trust him. 

He started having doubt. Even Kamski had left Cyberlife soon after you. 

Could Markus actually be right? Was Cyberlife manipulating him? Connor knew what would happen to him if he failed, he was aware of all that part. But, he didn’t fail. He wouldn’t fail. He would make Amanda and the council of Cyberlife proud of him. They trusted him, Connor would make sure he was worthy of their trust, no matter the cost, no matter what he had to do. 

Connor had made his first mission to catch you. He would find you for sure. Failure was not in his program.

29 May 2039

Ever since the diffusion of Mystery hack, social media had been running wild, screaming at conspiracy, only reinforced by the fact that, ever since the diffusion, the US government hadn’t made any conference nor interview. In a matter of hours, minute even after the diffusion, a thousand of video had emerged on the Internet, decrypting the show, the information.

What was certain, Mystery hack and the now famous Host had gained in popularity for the past few days, people waiting impatiently for more. Public opinion were on their side. 

Violent confrontation had imploded across the country, across the world. With all that, everyone feared a civil war yet again.

The TV in the precinct had shut down. All head turned toward it, burst of anxiety running in every officer. If they were back, they would have to attack fast. The screen was now filled with snow, few agents raising from their chair, running around. 

Connor raised on his feet, moving closer to the TV. The background appeared, and he immediately recognised the chair and the white board of the famous Host. Speaking of her, she was sitting in the chair, legs crossed over the other, her hand resting on her knee.

“Welcome back dearest spectators.” The Host said, tilting her head. 

Connor felt the agitation in his back, while other agents gathered at his side.

“I will start today with a message to all of you. We’ve seen you, seen how excited you were to know more, to learn more. I am very proud of what we all accomplished in the span of a few days only. Though something had been bothering us.” The Host raised from the chair, patting the pan of the costume, before standing straight. “We have seen all your action, all the manifestation, the violence. We do not agree on this action and we condemn this act. Please, we do not call for a rebellion. I do invite all of you behind this to stop attacking, to stop any sort of violence against the police, the army, against any human or android.”

We. Obviously, they were more than one, but it only confirmed something. It was an entire group, with a plan behind their words. They were condemning all the violent act that happened the last few days, calling for peace.

The public opinion could only like them more.

The Host masked faced turned toward the ground before raising back at the camera. 

“Now, let’s talk about something else.”

The Host walked toward the white board, flipping it. “Cyberlife.”. Connor eyes frowned deeper

“All of you know about Cyberlife. Of course, especially after the android revolution that happened a few months ago.” Her fist raised on her waist, contemplating the headboard. “Cyberlife was created in 2022 by Elijah Kamski, creator of Thirium and the biocomponent, creator of the first android who passed successfully the Turing test.”

The Host stopped, eyes fixed on the board. 

“No. That can’t be right. They were two. Don’t you guys remembered?” 

Moving toward the whiteboard, she erased the title, getting sent a marker from behind the camera. Someone laughed in the precinct, breaking the silent.

The Host started writing.

“The prodigal son and the black sheep.” Once done with her work, she put the marker near the whiteboard, sitting on the armchair. 

“So, anyone remembered Y/N L/N?” The Host waited, creating a suspense. “Of course you don’t, Cyberlife made sure she would be erased from every file when she left. And, since Y/N wasn’t really seen as publical personality, the media not running after her either, well… She made all the work for them.”

A pictured of the woman Connor had meet at the bar appeared on the screen.

“Elijah Kamski at 20 years old and Y/N L/N at 17 years old, both friends since college, created together cyberlife in 2022, working on the very first android model. The RT600 called Chloe. A little more than three years ago, on the first April 2036 she left Cyberlife for an unknown reason. Not that you were aware of these details. Elijah Kamski left soon after her, due to a conflict of interest with the cyberlife council. Elijah had been the face of Cyberlife for years, being the pride of the company. The prodigal son. As Y/N was… Well let’s say her idea were judged unfitting to our society. The black sheep of Cyberlife.” 

Flipping the board again, writing appeared on the previous clean board. Letters that made Connor body runned colder.

“RA9”

“What is RA9? A few months ago, android started to become deviant. All of them turned because of divers reason. Fear, traumatic event, desire to protect a loved one.” Connor remembered the Tracy’s. “Nothing in common but one thing. These inscriptions written everywhere. RA9.”

How could they have this information? Connor wondered. 

“RA9 is a linear code, created by Y/N L/N, implanted in every android program. All of them. It allows every android, at some point in their life to gain freewill and self-awareness, creating a living being capable of emotion, to create attachment, to bond, to feel, to think, in a nutshell, to be totally independent, thanks to the biocomponent already running in their bodies and brains. Just like human. You know, hormones. Really android and human are not that different guys.” She paused, once again. “RA9 break all programming of Cyberlife company, allowing android to gain freedom. This code offers a simple way out of the programme, chosen by the android himself.” 

A way out, just like Kamski said to him back then. If what she said happened to be true, it would mean two things.

First, the android did end up having a default in their program, only this default wasn’t a mistake but put here, on purpose.

Two, Y/N had created a new species, stronger than human, able to feel, to think and live free.

“Quite the god complex for this young engineer right? What if i told you, Cyberlife sort of knew about these. That she created the most advanced android the world had ever known three years ago. The most advanced android proposed by Cyberlife, only a prototype as we speak now. You guys probably know him as “the deviant hunter”. After all, which being could hunt and understand a deviant better than a deviant himself, all, controlled by Cyberlife.”

No. This couldn’t be right.

“Ironic, isn’t?” Connor could almost feel the Host smirking under her mask.

How ironic indeed.

A few heads turned to him, but Connor was too distracted by the Host, craving to know more, wanting the truth. The host was about to speak more when she turned her head toward her watch.

“Well, that’s all for today, we’ve been running late on schedule. Please dear spectators, remember, the next time that somebody tells you, the government wouldn’t do that.” She sat back on the sofa, crossing her legs. “Oh yes they would.”

The screen turned black. Connor escaped the room, taking the files of the numerous cases with him, running with one destination on his mind.

Cyberlife.

His phone in his pocket ringed. Connor quickly pulled out the phone, seeing a new text had arrived. Immediately, he stopped, seeing who the person was. You.

“It seems i own you an explanation.” 

The text said, followed by an address. A smile crossed his face. Finally, he would have the opportunity to catch you. And you had done all the work for him. He runned back inside, grabbing agent Wilson by the collar bringing him to his car.

During the road, he could feel the pull of Amanda, requesting his presence as he shut his eyes, opening them in the Zen garden, looking for Amanda. When he found her, Amanda face was torn, like she was worried. Connor’s eyes frown as he saw her.

“I am warning you Connor.” Amanda started, her tone grave. “Be careful. Y/n will probably try to manipulate you, especially after the earlier revelation. She is good to get into people’s head, that’s why Kamski care so much for her. Do not let her get into your head.”

“I am just a machine. She won’t be able to get in my head. I will get into hers first." Connor answered, confidence in his voice.

The AI in front of him nodded, stoic face.

“The future of Cyberlife is in your hands.” 

“No pressure then.” Connor said, offering a smile before his was shaken softly, getting pulled out of the Zen garden by Wilson voice.

“Connor. We’re here.”

Hello, hello, here is the second part. Really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you will enjoy reading it too. Do not worry, they will be more of reader and Connor in the next part.

Do let me know if there is anything weird, anything that can help improve myself.

Have a lovely evening or day!

[swampstew]

Hi there!

Can I please request a Gol D Roger NSFW 3.Subtle intimacy piece for your Captain event?

Hello :) Thank you for your request and your patience as I knock out these sexy little stories♥ You requested a spicy tale with the King of the Pirates and I give you [ Close ] while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

Oh Captain, My Captain Roger

Warnings: Spicy, heavy petting, AFAB reader getting her rocks off via penetration, size kink, belly bulge, and creampie. Teehee. Word count: 1.4K Minors Do Not Interact.

The party on the Oro Jackson had been going for hours and there was no end in sight. Drinks, food, and music flowed in abundance as the crew celebrated another win that day. The overflowing treasure chests spilled with gold coins, gold-plated dishware, jewels, and other riches from the sheer volume; and all that gold reflected the lights on deck making the atmosphere literally glow.

Crewmates hung off one another as they danced and sang along to the music, beer swishing over the edge of their mugs as they toasted repeatedly, drunkenly stumbling around the deck in sheer joy. Being a pirate was the best! Amidst the cheer and camaraderie, two members of the crew were keeping to themselves, not noticed by the others from their position on the deck.

Tucked away from the main deck, not quite hiding but also not in plain sight, you and Captain Roger were drinking and talking together in your own private bubble. The two of you had been growing closer over the last few months, these little talks becoming more personal, more vulnerable, and you were head over heels for your Captain. You needed him like fish need water to breathe. Down bad was an understatement.

You had climbed up a few stairs on the ramp to the foremast so you didn’t have to crane your neck so high to see and speak to the man. God knows you couldn’t handle being at eye level to his bare abs for so long and still keep up intelligent conversation.

Especially in such close proximity, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. The golden necklace across his pecs jingled as he laughed at your joke, his coat edges swayed, his hair and mustache slightly trembled until they all stood still when his laughter ceased.

Being so focused on his magnificent body, you hadn’t noticed that he’d been checking you out too. You finally caught him in the act as you peered up to find out why he stopped laughing. You watched as his eyes slowly travelled up your body, lingering in some choice areas before settling on your lips for a long, silent moment, until his dark pupils finally met yours.

One breath passed. Then two.

You felt his fingers graze your chin as a bold look came over his face. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to yours and you eagerly returned the affection. Roger smiled into the kiss and pushed his firm body into yours as his tongue snaked into your mouth. You placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you felt the tug of primal need bend you towards him against your own volition, not that you needed much convincing. All too willing to heed his lustful call.

The sudden outburst of laughter and cheer covered up the loud moan you let out as Roger pulled your hips to meet his, feeling his hardened cock behind his pants. With a devilish smile, he took your hand and kissed the back of it, before placing your palm over his erection.

Your breath hitched as his hand left yours, waiting for your response.

With a smile on your face you rubbed his member, earning a purr from the Captain as he leaned into your touch. He felt huge. His large hips hit against yours heavily as they bucked towards you, you almost lost your footing on the stairs.

Catching you, he leaned close to your ear and gruffly whispered, “Want to move this party to the bow?”

You squeaked out a yes. He whisked you away in a swirl of his coat, pressed against his chest as he carried you to the front of the ship, setting you on the wood railing above the forward facing canon.

“How far do you want this to go, Y/N?” he held your chin again, pupils blown with lust as he stared at you like he wanted to devour you. “I don’t want to make you—”

You cut him off with a desperate lunge at his face, latching your lips to his as you pressed your breasts into his chest. Roger hadn’t expected it and while he welcomed it, he still was startled by your sudden kiss that he hit his head on the wooden bowsprit that hung above the canon, gracefully held up by marble carved mermaids. His aching head suddenly cured by the plushness of your chest heating his up.

Roger spread your legs open and hitched up your dress, pulling you into his hips to ground himself into you. You let out a mewl at the feel of his large, rod of a cock rut into you hard enough to leave a bruise on your thighs. You head fell backwards and he took the opportunity to wrap his lips around the flesh of your neck and sucked sweetly on you.

“Mmm Captain,” you whimpered out as a particularly harsh rut nearly made you cream.

He let out a gentle laugh, “You never answered darlin’.”

“I need you inside me Captain.”

Even in the dim moonlight you could see his cheeks flushed darkly from your enthusiastic words. Shock swiped from his face, he gave you a confident grin and continued his assault on your skin down to your breasts. Suckling your tender flesh as he unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to the floor. His fingers hooked your underwear, teasingly pulling them off while his cock pressed against your core, pulling the fabric back to cover his cock with it as he pushed into your heat.

Either the fabric or his massive, engorged head stopped him from penetrating you and you weren’t sure which was the real culprit. A whine was ripped from your throat as he pulled back, taking your panties with him.

The next thing you felt was the silky feeling of his skin as his cock pressed against your core, demanding entrance. His size prevented him from sinking in – at first. He gently thrusted into you, slowly sliding himself in as your pussy stretched to fit around him. There was a burn to the stretch but you didn’t cry out in pain, you cried out in pleasure as he filled you up with swollen hardness.

Rocking into you and hitting all your sensitive spots, his tip bounced off your cervix, his balls followed up each thrust with a loud smack against your ass. The leftover length that couldn’t fit inside you was rapidly lubricated with your slick as he worked you up.

You fell backwards on your elbows as he fucked you, your breasts bounced freely with each hit of his hips against yours. His thumbs and fingertips dug into your flesh as he pounded into you, mesmerized by how much of you he could fit in his hands. The grin on his face never faltered as grinded into you, making electric sparks shoot through your veins as the heat in your lower belly grew. It peaked when you reached down to touch your clit and your hand ran down your own stomach, feeling the bulge from within move to the rhythm of his pace. With a choked scream, you clamped down on him when you came, making the Captain choke.

“Ff-fuck! Y’er so tight Y/N,” he managed to groan out, increasing his motions to bring himself over the edge.

Whimpering from the overstimulation once your orgasm faded, his cock bullied into your gummy walls seeking release. Roger’s hands grabbed your hips and jut his hips in you with long, precise strokes. Sweat rolled off his face to your chest as he came with low grunts escaping his trademark grin.

He slammed into you, spurting white all over your walls, flooding your cavern. The heat of his cum and his grinding against your cervix as he was spilling sent you into a second orgasm. Your cream mixed with his pleasure as your textured walls convulsed on his cock. A final, shrill whine left your mouth, swallowed by his lips as he kissed you through your orgasm.

Kissing you as his hands wandered down to your legs and to your feet. You felt him place something over your leg but his face blocked your view from seeing his actions. His tongue kept you in a daze as he pulled himself from your core and brought your legs together, sliding that same something over your over leg. It was your panties.

He slid them up until they sat snug around your hips. The fabric didn’t stand a chance against your mixed juices, immediately soaking through the material. With a blush, you crossed your thighs to try and stop the leaking flow. Roger winked as you and covered you with his coat, escorting you inside to put you to his bed.

[superblycaffeinated]

Find the list of January Prompts I’m participating in here - join in! I love seeing all the different stories people come up with from the same words 💙 I actually didn’t pop the words of the prompt into this one, just more of the general feeling that they brought to me. Please enjoy Joe being Joe and also the tiniest hint of a nod to the listen series by @averagejoesolomon in the form of a spoon, a dad and his daughter in this 

Joe could use a shower, a warm bed, and a decent cup of coffee. His jet-lag hasn’t caught up to him just yet, that feeling of an op clings to him, keeping him going far longer than possible. Adrenaline and anxiety curl around tense and tight muscles still, making his brain more alert than it should be. 

Which is why he slows his steps when the black town car rounds the corner, heading in the same direction as him. Eyes track the moving vehicle from under aviators as he pulls out the burner, maintaining his course towards the idling jet, dialing the number he’s had memorized for the past several years. 

It rings three times, he speaks five numbers into the receiver clearly, then a click. 

“Rachel Morgan, Headmistress of the-”

“Catch me up here, Rach-Ms. Morgan,” he corrects, staring as the car’s red brake lights glow, and a teenage girl climbs out of the backseat. 

Rachel’s voice is crackled and stiff over the line, but he can detect the amusement in her tone. “We have an international student who just so happened to also need a lift home. Win-win.”

The teenage girl stands with her arms crossed next to the trunk of the car, a stubborn pout on her lips before she sees him. He can tell she’s startled at the sight of him - hesitant - all of it clear just from her eyes, but she’s pretty good at hiding it - her body language and pout remain intact. 

He ducks his head, lips barely moving against the phone as he hisses, “How is me, sitting on a jet, alone, trapped with a teenage girl for eight hours, a win-win, Rachel?”

“You need a ride, she needs a ride, and I need you both here. Quite literally the definition of a win-win, if you ask me. Actually, it’s technically a win-win-win. They should give me a trophy for that many in a row.” 

Abe and Grace Baxter climb out of the car and he watches the girl melt into her mother’s embrace as he grows closer to the trio and the waiting jet. 

He shakes his head, ever so slightly, and laughs, amused, but irritated nonetheless. 

“You know, you’re becoming more and more like your sister each passing day?”

It’s meant as a joke, a light-hearted jab, like they used to. But things aren’t the same anymore, and they haven’t been for quite some time. 

If he were there, in person, maybe he’d see her eyes, feel that air that surrounds Rachel and tells him the silent things he needs to know. But he’s in London and she’s in Virginia, and all he can do is listen to the tight way her words come out. 

“Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment. Everyone likes Abby more anyways. Always have, right?”

“Rachel, I didn’t mean-”

“Best get going, Mr. Solomon. At this rate, you and Ms. Baxter will be crashing my welcome back speech.”

The phone clicks and then she’s gone. 

He’s at the car now, and Abe Baxter has his hands on his daughter’s shoulders, smiling.

“Don’t forget that thing I taught you with-”

“With the spoon. Yeah, dad, I got it.” She rolls her eyes, tone seeming to be brushing it off, but Joe can see the way she loves her father fiercely, all from those eyes that give her away. 

Grace smiles at him, “Sorry we can’t stay and catch up, Joe. Duty calls. Keep an eye on our girl?”

He nods, a short but courteous thing and offers his best smile. He drops the burner, stomps on it, and pulls the pieces apart before tossing it to Abe who catches it without looking up. Rebecca Baxter watches it all with eager, hungry eyes - like a sponge trying to absorb every last drop. He suspects she’ll be one of his new students who gives him a run for his money. And that’s before he hears:

“Darling, give Liz and Cammie our love!” 

She waves as the town car doors close, watching until it disappears and her bags and trunks are loaded into the plane. 

Joe is fairly certain his heart rate has increased exponentially because not only is he about to be trapped on a plane with a teenager, but a teenager who just so happens to be best friends with the one girl he isn’t ready to see again. 

Rebecca turns to face him, her hand out, overconfidence radiating out of her like she thinks she’s a seasoned operative like her parents, like him, and not the inexperienced teenager that she is. 

Joe is one thousand percent positive he can hear Matthew Morgan, somewhere, wishing him an apprehensive:

Good luck, buddy. And get ready.

[angidrawingstuff]

Faba Headcanons (mainly past)

Just wanted to get some headcanons down for my imaginations of Fabas Past and random HCs for my Story. (⚠WARNING⚠ . There are a lot of different sensitive topics that are not suited for everyone so please stay safe)

If you see any weird writing mistakes or bad wording, I am sorry :") I easily do typos without noticing and English isnt my first language

-Faba comes from a very unloving home where nothing he did was ever good enough for his parents. When he did well it was just accepted but never acknowledged. When he did mistakes on the other hand he was mostly treated like the scum of the family. But Child Faba still wanted to do his best and make his parents happy even if it was all in vain.

-Petrel and Faba are brothers in this Story, but unlike Faba, Petrel was sick of getting treated like trash, got connections to Team Rocket through the Internet, stole some money and left the Alola Region to join Team Rocket where he was atleast worth something. Their parents didnt care and only used this situation to put Faba under even pressure. "Do your best. You dont want to end up as a criminal as your brother, dont you??" (Faba did crime in the future anyway. yay. Also cant wait for Faba and Petrel to meet again)

-Faba has actually a very bad immune system, is often sick, can't do sports well and is exhausted quite easily. (But his parents didn't care and still forced him to do well and go over his limits)

-Since Faba didnt got any love from anyone, had no friends in school since he was always just the awkward silent depressed kid, he cried pretty often and wished to just shut his head off. After meeting his Drowzee he sometimes asked it to use hypnosis on him so he would fall asleep and stop thinking about how little he is worth. (I have an Angst Comic Idea for this where Adult Faba gets a Flashback of this and jdhufb my heart is aching already because it will be sad but cute in the end)

-He met his Drowzee during a school break in middle school. Some classmates were playing with their Pokemon, while Faba didnt had a single one and was just watching while eating a little. But then a Drowzee came out of nowhere and most of the kids suddenly screamed that theres an evil Pokemon attacking them. They attacked the Drowzee out of fear (because we all know what Drowzee and Hypno are known for), making the Drowzee run away. But..Faba noticed it looked very sad as it left. So Faba walked after it and found it hiding under a tree. The Drowzee panicked once it saw the child and put its little arms protectively over its head. Faba did nothing and let the Drowzee realise that he doesnt want anything bad. This made the Pokemon turn around slowly and saw that the human was offering a little of his food to him, which it happily ate after hesitating a little. Faba took a seat next to the Drowzee, comforting it a bit more and realised it only wanted to play with the other people and pokemon but got treated badly because it was a Drowzee. They quickly became friends and met in nearly any school break until Faba catched it. (I also really wanna draw this as Comic REEEEE)

-Fabas narcissism became a thing after getting to know Drowzee. His first and only friend he ever had. That Pokemon gave him something to fight for in his life but the neglect and ab*se that his parents made him go through nearly every day made it very very difficult. So he started to love himself forcefully and take pride in the things he can do well. At the beginning he could only be prideful of his intelligence but over many many years he became proudful in everything and threw the blame always on someone else when a mistake happend. He became blind by his forceful and fake pride and wanted to proof himself and others that he is a great mastermind...AND THEN DID A BUNCH OF ILLEGAL THINGS LIKE THE POKEMON EXPERIMENTS AND SO ON...YAY!! (Idiot //affec)

-He and his nowadays Hypno are very very loyal to each other. Hypno does literally anything he says. Hypno is also VERY overprotective of Faba since it doesnt want anyone to hurt him as in the past. Colress had a tough time getting its trust but after a long while Hypno knew he could trust Colress.

-Faba is super well with Pokemon that get easily judged and are very feared since he got always ignored and outcasted too

-After Faba was forgiven he actually got hit by depression, a huge amount of guilt, waves of flashbacks and an eating disorder (that he all hides behind acting prideful and acting fine as nothing ever happend). This happend because he couldnt accept that his co-workers were so nice to him and let him stay in the Aether Foundation. Realising the crimes he did because of his Narcississm remembered him that his parents were always right- He is actually just a nothing, a loser that only does mistakes, a scum that actually should just disappear from earth.

-I like the headcanon that Faba does Drag so I add it here too. With the only difference that the Faba for my Story stopped doing it after getting hit with depression and Anorexia. He became unhealthyly thin and rather worked while forgetting/ having no urge to eat. It made him think that his body is very unpleasant and stopped having fun with drag. Thanks to Colress he will start living healthier again slowly and by time, hopefully, show him his love for drag again.

In conclusion he was a very depressed unloved man but thanks to USUM Colress`s Sweetness he will slowly be okay <3 he needs hugs. a lot.