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compressingsins · 11 months

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By Me

Pairing; Byakuya x chubby f!reader

Warning; Detailed NSFW, romantic NSFW, overstimulation, shared orgasms, oral, masturbation

Word Count: 7.9k

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"I'm trying my best, Captain!"

"Is that so? You have been nothing but a disappointment, these days."

You knew how blunt your captain was, Byakuya Kuchiki, Captain of Squad 6. It nearly made you tear up though, because you always gave everything a hundred percent but the way your Captain was talking to you, it made you honestly doubt your own strengths. However though, you weren't going to argue with him.

Considering how new you were, it would take time for you to adjust and get along with your new Squad, but he wanted you perfect already, it seemed. Lieutenant Abarai was the only one to understand your position though, and it annoyed you really as your Captain didn't excuse you for that. He was treating you as if you weren't new to this Squad.

It's not like you hated your Captain or anything, but for the pass few months, three to be exact, he's been a stress magnet. Wanting you to perfect and adjust to his Squad already was really stressful, pilling a lot of pressure on you. He wanted you to have everything down pat, kido, sword training the whole nine.

You bit your lip though, suppressing the sniffle of sheer embarrassment you felt right now, as you've never been the type to disappoint. Of course you had room to train, but since he was pilling everything on you at once, it was pretty damn tough trying to focus on one thing. You could only nod as he spoke though, the words just weren't there.

"If you want to be in this Squad, improve. If I do not see improvements by next week, you will be assigned differently."

You lowered your head in shame a bit, as your Captain didn't seem the slightest bit of guilty for what he was doing, basically forcing you to push yourself to limits you couldn't accomplish in only a few days. How could you say no to him though, because one, you honestly wanted to be a part of this Squad.

It wasn't evident that he hated you, but you felt as if he didn't like you either. If that was the case, you had no idea as to why but you weren't going to ask. That wasn't your main focus, your main goal was to just push yourself as hard as you could until you met the level he wanted you at. It was a lot of pressure but what the hell...

"Ye- yes sir," Your words were stuttered, your lips trembling as you spoke. "Should I take my leave?"

You couldn't even lift your head to look at him anymore, the Captain staring down at his desk as he spoke one word.

"Go."

You bowed, turning and speed walking to his sliding door, pushing it open and quickly leaving. What you didn't know was that he stared you down as you left, watching you leave his presence and his paperwork becoming his main focus. That's until he heard a familiar voice.

"Is it really necessary to be that harsh to her?"

The dark haired male didn't look up, recognizing the source of the voice, Yoruichi, the former Captain of the Stealth Squad.

"Yes, it is necessary. She has to get better, now."

"She doesn't have to, you just want her to," A low groan came from Byakuya, feeling as if what he just told you was right. Yoruichi had her own reasons and beliefs as well, so she felt as if she could speak on them. "She's only just joined your Squad, and you're pushing her to perfect Kido and Sword Training in matters of only a week?"

"She has potential, meaning she can do it. Hollows will not allow her extra training, in battle, she will need as much training as she can get."

"Why don't you just tell her? What do you have to lose?"

The Captain didn't respond, continuing with his paperwork but he was listening. He didn't know if she was referring to what he was thinking about, but he believed that was what it was. He wasn't going to say that out loud though, because he knew the black cat knew, what he didn't know is how she knew.

"What, you think because you're her Captain, you can't have a relationship with your her? It's obvious Byakuya, you're scared-"

"Shut up."

"You're scared that she'll end up getting herself killed, so you're being overprotective."

That shushed Byakuya, his hand ceasing motion of the pen that was in his right hand, stopping all administrations to listen closely. He wasn't enjoying the conversation honestly, but he at least thought she was sorta right. Well, he knew she was right, and he knew what he felt for you was something he shouldn't be feeling.

Yoruichi knew all too well that Byakuya felt some kind of way towards you, and she found out from just visualization. He's never pushed a newbie this much in such short time, which proved Yoruichi's point that Byakuya had feelings for you. Yes he's your Captain, but it shouldn't matter as much, well at least they think.

It may be weird falling for someone that's your student, but Byakuya didn't feel weird about it. He didn't even know if his feelings were real, or was he just being desperate because of his past relationship, that occurred years ago. He was deeply in love with his wife, but it was extremely difficult for him to deal with.

"I am only doing what a Captain should, and that's better his students. ____, must get stronger, this World is no longer safe to be falling behind in training. If she wants to live, then she has to train, no matter how far I'm pushing her."

He still didn't turn to Yoruichi, but he did reply to what she said, his tone sounding one as genuine sincerity which made her believe. She still knew what else he wanted with you, but she wasn't going to mention it. He might've just really cared for the girl, but if that's the case, it confused Yoruichi as to why he cares so much, anyway.

It was okay for a Captain to want their student to provel, but pushing them so hard when they've only just joined was a bit extreme, in Yoruichi's eyes. She knew more about his feelings towards you anyways, without Byakuya even knowing, she has stalked his room while he was alone. Not like a creep, but to understand his real reasons for pushing you extremely hard.

He however, did not want to hear anymore of this, going back to writing on his paper to complete his work. Yoruichi sighed in the back, already knowing what he was about to say to her, transforming back to her cat self.

"You're dis-"

"I know, I'm already leaving."

Byakuya side eyed the black cat, staring as she stood on the window that was open from her previous entrance. The cat stayed there momentarily, looking at Byakuya as she spoke one last time, before she was ready to take her leave.

"You don't have to hold it in, Byakuya. It'll hurt you more, once she's gone."

With that, the cat jumped out the window, shutting it with her tail. His eyes stayed trained on the window, turning away and going back to his work. Those words Yoruichi spoke however, did put a ache in his chest, his hand stopping the pen from writing on the paper. Blankly, he was staring at the paper, but not reading a single word.

He was in deep thought, and it was because of Yoruichi. Byakuya honestly didn't want anything to happen to you, and it was likely that too much training would do more bad than good. He just wanted you ready for missions, once the time came, but now that he's thinking about everything he's putting you through, he understands.

With a deep sigh, the Captain placed his pencil horizontally flat across his papers, getting up to call it a night. He'd check in with you tomorrow morning, as it's already late and you're possibly already off to sleep. He would not want to disturb you at a time like this, and he could use some rest himself, actually. He was stressing himself anyway, trying to come in terms with himself.

Almost immediately when his back layed against the mattress, his eyes began shutting. He wanted to more than likely apologize for his behavior as well, knowing he acted a little out of the ordinary with his student. He didn't want you hating him of course, so he had an idea of at least trying to apologize, as he isn't the type to really do so.

It wouldn't hurt though, and Byakuya knew that, he just didn't want you seeing him turn into a big softie, some will say. He knew if he wanted to do what he intended with you, he had to be more open and not so mean.

~~~

Thunderous moans sounded throughout a room of the Captain Barracks of Byakuya Kuchiki. He was doing it again, thinking about that certain person...

Letting his fingertips graze the underside of his cock, bracing himself once again as he tightly grasped it, slowly jerking it to let his mind wander as well. All he could imagine was ____ bouncing up and down on his cock, holding her hands as she broke down on top of him. Watching her face contort, while she slowly rode his cock dry.

Thrusting his hips up to meet her bouncing, making sure his tip collides with her cervix each time. Just the thought quickened the males pace, rumbling groans slipping from his closed mouth, his eyes sealed as well. His hand caressing his body was slowly dragging across his chest, sending shivers straight to the base of his cock, making his balls jolt with electricity.

Just imagining his long cock sinking slowly but deeply into ____, made his sack tighten, his impending high coming faster than he thought. He knew when it came to thinking about ____, his sexual desires would be there faster than usual, no matter the time nor place. He just wanted her underneath or a top of him.

Gripping the middle of his cock, Byakuya wildly began pumping quickly, his balls bouncing with each motion of his hand. He could feel the veins trailing in his cock throbbing, the pre-cum sliding down his shaft, coating him in his own clear essence of substances. It felt so much better when he naturally lubbed himself, sharp hisses coming from the sensitivity as he ran his hand across the veins of his cock, which seemed to get thicker every motion.

He gritted his teeth, his hand caressing his body slowly maneuvering to his abdomen, pressing down to add pressure so his high could come faster, that high he oh so desperately wanted. The motion of his hand also increased, his hand working extra hard to make himself burst already. The way his balls jumped added to the impending orgasm, that was so painfully close.

Byakuya finally opened his eyes, locking them onto his huge length, loving how the sheen of his pre-cum was coating the web of his hand. Licking his lips, Byakuya sat up a bit and held his shirt above his chest, so none of the substance would get on his clothes. That thought was leaving his mind though, as soon as that tight coil in his abdomen snapped, and violently.

His entire body jerked, his hand still pumping lazily with a tight grip, his eyes narrowed as the intensity of the orgasm nearly broke him. He was imagining ____ bouncing on his cock, overstimulating him as she desire, making a mess of her own insides. He let his hips buck up into his hand, his head falling back as a deep moan escaped him.

"That's it, ____..! Overstimulate me..!"

His words were something that usually slipped, when he pleasured himself to the girl. He almost always imagined her bouncing on his thick shaft, nearly crying as she complained about how big he was. He didn't know if she would though, but he knew that he could possibly have her breaking down, as she rode him.

He shook a bit, letting his head fall back forward to face his cock, his hand continuing on his softening length. Spurt after spurt jetted onto his chest and abdomen, the Captain nearly tearing up whilst he thought about her. His orgasm seemed to be more intense as he thought about her, his hold on his cock tightening.

He was practically milking himself dry, letting his cum run down his cock which made it easier to glide his hand across it. His abdomen was contracting and flexing as well, his hand stroking his entire softening length now, pushing down to his balls. A whimper came from Byakuya, his body shaking from how sensitive he was.

Once that hot chill ran through his body, he stopped moving his hand, closing his eyes before he let his back once again fall upon his bed. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest, his hand still on his cock that was limp and resting agaisnt his abdomen. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he could literally feel his heart beat in the veins of his cock.

He couldn't take this anymore, because he wanted to be with ____. He's tired of sleeping without her next to him, and he's tired of stressing himself because of that too. The Captain was just doubtful of what you'd say, not knowing how she'd take confession, but it was worth a try. ____ meant so much to the Captain, and it could be worse... right? The worse she can do is deny his feelings, which would be pretty heartbreaking...

Just that thought itself pained him a bit, hoping for the best tomorrow, when he confronts her. If she denies him, he doesn't even want to think about how that'll feel...

~~~

There you go, kid! You're doing great, just keep going!"

Your adrenaline rush was so high right now, your Lieutenant screaming at the top of his lungs, pumping you up to keep you going. Your Captain was there too, but he wasn't saying anything, just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and closed eyes. It was just you three, Renji trying his best to better you, and help you.

Captain Kuchiki was the one who decided this early afternoon training, and it honestly didn't bother you, just because you knew you needed the training. Besides, you prepared yourself last night, just to wake up early and train. It was already in your plan and you was originally going to train by yourself, but your Captain insisted.

You honestly just straight up welcomed it, even if he wasn't helping you, but his mere presence strived you to push yourself harder. Your Kido was improving really quickly, making you honestly feel great about your skill. You were already talented but with the extra work, you were getting even better and it impressed you.

You were training ever since twelve in the afternoon, and now it's four, which has been a long time. You were honestly a bit tired, but you didn't want to stop, hearing your Captain's voice behind you which ceased your movements. Looking behind you, you eyed him, seeing as he was still in his current position.

"That is enough for today, ____. Renji, you are dismissed, relieved for the evening. ____, in my Barracks, now."

Instantly, your happiness died down, your smile dropping to a frown of sadness and disappointment. Lieutenant Abarai looked down at you, a smile displayed across his face whilst he eyed you. He felt so bad honestly, but he didn't know what Captain Kuchiki intended for you, so he didn't know if feeling bad was correct.

Captain Kuchiki left almost instantly, not even giving you or Renji anytime to reply, just flashstepping away. It bothered you thinking that you didn't impress him as much as you thought, and at the beginning, you thought you were doing so freaking well...

Renji placed a hand a top your head, considering how much taller he was than you, your head tilting up to look the red haired male, in the face. The Lieutenant ruffled your hair, letting the strands thread through his fingers, your sad eyes changing a little. Your frown was also dying, but you were still sad a bit.

"Don't worry, ____. I'm pretty sure it isn't as bad as you're probably thinking."

"Maybe but... he always seems so disappointed in me Renji, it just gets stressful. Sometimes I wanna just stop training, when he's like this with me."

"Don't let your thoughts get to you, he's not disappointed in you at all. Well... hopefully he's not, I personally don't think so. It's kind of hard to impress him, so just give it some time. For now, you might wanna report to him like he asked."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll catch up with you later then, if you wanna continue training?"

The red head nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at you, smiling cheekily as if giving his word.

"You know it! I'm ready when you are, so just be prepared because this time, we're clashing against each other!"

You smiled, the two of you turning away at the same time, different directions you both went. Your nerves began striding up, adding tension to your beating heart that was bamming in your ears. He was the type of person you'd always get nervous and quiet around, just because you're slightly scared of what he has to say.

He was so unreadable, and that's why you always get the worse idea's whenever he did something like what he just did. You could flash step, so it didn't take a World trip to reach his barracks, your hands shaking as you were about to knock, but was interrupted when the sliding door opened itself, the person who did it coming into view.

It was your Captain, who was looking down at you, and you were trying so damn hard not to be nervous. A smile pulled at your lips, trying to show him that you were okay at least, but he saw right through that forced smile. He didn't speak on it, however, just moving his body to the side to let you in, his eyes watching you intently.

That made you even more nervous, taking your steps into his Barracks, standing in one place awkwardly. He walked pass you, the sound of his door closing meeting your ears.

"Relax, it's just us."

His deep voice sent a chill down your spine, your body jolting with a shock of surprise, but you still were unmovable. He sat at a table, with other seat across from his, gesturing for you to come over and sit which you nervously did. You've never really had one on one times with your Captain, so you were practically shaking in your shoes.

You sat across on your knees and shins, both your hands on your thighs, trying your best to calm down. He was drinking some beverage, both his eyes closed as he sipped it. Once he put his cup down, his eyes were focused and practically piercing through your skull, making you stiffen and your heart drum.

"I'm assuming, you're wondering why I've brought you here, correct?"

"Yes! I mean, yes sir..."

Your outburst was to be expected, Byakuya not even flinching from it. He knew you were nervous, and on the inside deep in a abyss of thoughts, Byakuya found it to be cute. His eyes closed again, now you finally looking at the Captain, since he was no longer looking at you, relieving some nerves from your veins, just a tad bit.

"I am not disappointed in you," His words caused a gasp to escape your throat, your eyes widening as you listened, "You are my newest student, yet you're surpassing all of my older ones. I am willing to admit, ____, I am impressed."

Your entire face lit up, your smile stretching from ear to ear and Byakuya opening his eyes to look at you, finding your smile really cute. He was thinking about what he did last night, and he knew this was a better time than any. He wasn't really a shy man when it came to women, even if he hadn't been with one in a while.

He cleared his throat, eyeing you down even though you weren't necessarily paying attention. Sitting across his him, you were telling him how you appreciated him for saying that, because you honestly thought the complete opposite. The only thing Byakuya didn't know how to do was confess to you, but he had an idea.

"A couple of years back, I was married."

Your words stopped flowing, confused and thinking if you heard that right or not. If you did hear that correctly, why was he telling you this, and at a time like this? You honestly didn't know, but you did care to listen. You did hear something about him being in a past relationship, but that was all and you didn't bother getting details.

"Once she left me, I was broken. It was so sudden, hopeless to think that she'd win that battle of sickness. I was strong for her, but it was not enough. She did fight, however, paining me when she passed away-"

His words saddened you, but that was kind of a background on why he was the way he is now, you think at least. It seemed like a logical reason, though it wasn't in your mind to question him on that. He seemed a little hurt, which also made you sad for him, even if you didn't know why he was telling you this.

"You wonder why I push you, strictly because I do not want you to get yourself killed, once I start sending you outside of the Soul Society."

"It's only natural for a Captain to push his students, but why me? I mean, I've seen how you've treated everyone else in the Squad, and it's no way near how you treat me."

The male looked down, deeply inhaling as his eyes shut, both arms crossed over his chest. You gulped just at the sight, thinking he was about to say something you possibly wouldn't like, just because this is his usual position.

"You are my student, as I am your Captain, ____. It isn't professional, but I've... taken an interest in you."

Dumbfounded, you sat there staring at him, your eyes slowly widening as his words seemed to be delayed, meeting your ears and making your heart jolt like crazy. Was he serious, or were you delirious from your nervousness? Your mouth wouldn't even form words, just because you were speechless in all honesty.

"Former Captain Yoruichi has acknowledged me of my feelings, feelings that I wasn't quite sure of. It is correct to say, I push you because I want you to get stronger, strong enough to fend for yourself when I'm not by your side. I do not wish for you to die in battle, neither from sickness. I've come to terms with my feelings, and can honestly say that... I love you. It is sudden, in a matter of months, though I do."

You listened to everything he said, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Your Captain, Byakuya Kuchiki, one of the strongest Captains in all of the Soul Society... loves you? And out of everybody, you couldn't figure out, why you? You were so befuddled that you didn't even realize he was staring at you as he spoke, his words seemed genuine.

You didn't expect this to be your conversation with your Captain, when he told you to come to his barracks. You were so shocked, as it was silent for a bit, because you honestly didn't know what to say, but Byakuya could completely understand. He just dropped a huge bombshell on you, who wouldn't react like that?

"Captain... I don't know wha- what to say..."

"Do not say anything, ____. Let me show you."

The Captain stood up, taking strides over to your body before he stood behind you, your heart thumping in your chest becoming an offbeat drum in your ear. Byakuya began to drop to his knees, snaking his arms under yours to reach your waist, as he sat down and pulled you against him. You were sitting on his lap, with his arms around you.

His left hand went to your chin, grasping it and turning it so you could face him. Your heart was beating so damn fast you thought it could explode, and Byakuya could tell you was nervous, the way your entire face nearly turned red showed it. He released your chin, using that same hand to take yours in his.

As he stared at you, you saw nothing but passion and love in his eyes, none of his actions seeming false. That's what made you even more nervous, because you honestly do find your Captain extremely attractive, but you never thought you'd end up getting a confessing from him. You didn't even know if this was okay, but you still held his hand, honestly loving his affection.

"May I kiss you, ____?"

You stared at the man, feeling as your entire heart was yearning for Byakuya. You didn't know if you were desperate, or genuinely wanted his affection, just because your past relationships weren't that good. Terrible to be exact, and you honestly didn't want that to reoccur, however, your Captain seemed to be honest with his words.

"Ye- yes... yes you may, Captain."

"Please, call me Byakuya."

Before you could reply to that, his lips were on yours and damnit if it wasn't the best feeling ever. You couldn't help but to relax into him, the warmth of his body heightening your relaxed mind, as this was your first kiss. The kiss was so sweet, Byakuya letting only your lips press together, a single tear escaping your eyelid.

Once he pulled away, you took a moment to bask in his touch, both your eyes opening to lock onto each other. He saw that tear streaming down your face, his arms around you tightening, like he actually didn't wish to ever let go. You've never been touched like this either, so your body was shaking a bit, which he felt.

"Why are you crying?"

His question sounded as one of sadness, your eyes looking down at his chest before going back up to his face, trying your best to think of some words to speak. He was being a gentlemen, letting you do as you must, just so you could reply to him.

"I just... that was my first kiss, Cap- Byakuya. It was only a single kiss but yet... it made me feel like... like I love you... too."

Both your eyes were locked, Byakuya inching closer to you to enclose on your lips once again, this time you easily relaxed into it. He was so warm but once his hands started traveling your body, groping your soft flesh, you pushed at his hard chest. He looked up at you, seeing the fear in your eyes that was to be expected.

He knew what he was doing, but he couldn't help it because he wanted you. He wanted to claim you, forever make you his, but he wasn't going to force you to do it.

"____, I will not do something you aren't comfortable with. If you'd wish for me to stop, I have no problem with it. We can wait, until you're ready, but I would like to know your answer. Would you allow me to love and protect you, for as long as I live?"

You couldn't help how you felt so whole, even with how sudden this confession was. You honestly felt like this is what you wanted, but it scared you just because you didn't know what the future would hold. Would he leave you for someone else, or would he leave you once he's tired of you? Your insecurities were the reasons, for these questions.

You honestly didn't know Byakuya could be this affectionate, but you liked this side of him. He hasn't spoke to you this much, even when you first joined his squad, he hasn't. However, you believed everything he was saying because you've never seen him act like this towards anyone else, you knew it wasn't just a thought.

He was serious about what he was saying to you, it was as clear as day. You couldn't be more happier, nodding before you spoke.

"Yes... I'd love that... Byakuya."

For the first time, you saw your Captain smile, it wasn't too big but enough to warm your entire heart. You held onto his hand, just before he let go to turn your body to face him. This position made your lower regions brush up agaisnt him, bringing a crimson red to your cheeks. He didn't seem to mind though, letting his hands rest on your lower back.

Both of you were just staring into each other's eyes, but that's until you felt it again, felt him. You wanted to look down, but then again, you were still so scared. He could tell you were, watching as you would start to randomly look around in the room, searching for nothing but obviously something to distract your body.

He couldn't help but think of how cute you were, being all shy around him, well... against him. He did stop his actions earlier, but you kind of wish he didn't. Not because you were horny or anything, just because you've been craving someone's touch and when you're so close like this, you couldn't help but want him more.

You took your lip in between your teeth, Byakuya's eyes watching your actions with amusement. It was an embarrassing thought to you, but you wanted him... you needed him, at the moment. This is honestly, all you've ever wanted your ideal partner to be like.

"Byakuya..?"

"Yes, My Love?"

You were nearly dying at the sound of that, your mind screaming at you to convince you that, yes he just said that.

"Can we...," You sighed, trying to get your words out that embarrassed you, "Can we take it to the next step... right now?"

You looked at him as you said that, seeing his cheeks dust faintly before it quickly went away, his hand going back to grab yours. He pulled your hand up, just before placing a soft romantic kiss to the back of it, running his thumb over it.

"Whenever you are ready, ____. Do not think we have to do this now, for I will wait on you."

You smiled at this, nodding as you took in your new possible lover's words. You were still worried about the future, even if it shouldn't matter as much, when it hasn't even came yet. You were always thoughts ahead, but your mind brought you back into the present.

"I'm ready, now. I wanna do this, with you Byakuya."

Byakuya placed a kiss to your forehead, gently rubbing over it before he picked you up, standing up and placing you back down on his bed laying on your back. Your hands were crossed over your chest, watching Byakuya's every move before he shifted his body on top of yours, hoisting your legs up on his hips as you two looked into each other's eyes.

You never thought you'd ever see your Captain act like this, giving his layed back personality, never thinking that he'd fall for you. This would be the last thing you'd think would happen between you and your Captain, but crazier things have happened in your life. You didn't notice how much you craved his touch, until his hands slid underneath the fabric of your kimono, ghosting his fingertips across your warm flesh.

A warm and pleasant shiver trailed throughout your body, his hands pushing up the end of your clothes to expose your meaty legs. You didn't want him to see your figure honestly, thinking he wouldn't like it so that's why you gripped his wrists, causing a hum to resonate from his throat his eyes trailing to your face.

"What is wrong, My Love? Do you want to stop?"

"No, it's not that. I- I just don't want you to... take off my clothes and not like what you see..."

Your words came out as a near whisper but he heard you clearly, staring at your face with his usual unreadable expression.

"Why would I not, ____?"

You gulped and looked away from his face to distract yourself from hurting as you spoke the words you've always deceived.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm... y'know, fat..."

A quiet gasp came from the male who was between your legs, still being unmovable which nerved you even more. You could never tell what your Captain was thinking, as you heard his voice though, you looked back at his face.

"You are perfect, ____. I am well aware of your physique, I've always found you beautiful. There is nothing wrong with being plus sized, My Love, as it is more for me to love. Do not feel as if I do not find you attractive, ____, you are perfect and for my eyes only. I love you."

Honestly, the tears that were stinging your eyes were from pure happiness. You didn't think Byakuya would be this loving and caring, warming your heart because you've never recieved this kind of affection from anyone. Once or twice you've been titled beautiful, but you never felt as if their words were genuine at all. When Byakuya said it though, it felt like he meant that and more.

"Can I proceed, ____?"

You only nodded, letting his hands travel back to your legs to uncover them. The cold air grazed them, sending a shiver through your body and making your head turn, thinking that he still didn't like what he saw. That's until you felt his hands give your thighs generous squeezes, loving how your flesh felt in his hands.

You looked down at the black haired male, seeing him lower his head to your thigh, before feeling him plant a five second kiss there. He was being so genuine with everything he was doing to you, and you honestly felt as if you were falling for him way too fast. It couldn't be helped, when you haven't really recieved this kind of affection, before.

He was sweeter than he let on and showed, you wouldn't expect him to be like this. You were a little timid with how close he was to your heat, that was probably on display to him. Once his right hand inched closer to your most private area, he stopped and your breath hitched, a little scared of this situation escalating even if you initiated it. His eyes went back to your face that made your cheeks heat up.

So handsome...

"May I?"

You knew what he was asking for, seeing as his eyes went to in between your legs before darting back to your beautiful face. You were nervous, but you honestly craved his attention and affection, really wanting him to touch you.

"Please, Byakuya."

He slid the lower half of your kimono to rest over your stomach, exposing everything that was covering those parts. You flinched once his hand went to your lower regions, grasping the middle of your soaked panties to slide them to the side. Everything was going so fast but your mind and body already convinced you that you wanted this.

Merely jerking, once his thumb was pressing down on your clit.

"Bya-"

"It is okay, My Love. If we are to do this I must prepare you ahead of time, as I do not wish to hurt you. Just relax, it's only me and you."

Everything that he said seemed to expand your heart with more love for him, but you layed on back, trying your best to relax. You felt his thumb remove from your clit, using his other fingers to slide through your folds, causing a warm pleasurable chill to tingle your spin.

No one has ever touched you in such sinful ways and when he did it, it almost instantly took all your fears away. Once his head started to lower to your heat though, you grasped his head which made the male look back up to your face, knowing exactly why you stopped him.

"____, Love, just lay back. Do not be nervous, we are doing this together. Your virginity is well known, to me. This will prepare you for me, then again if you want to stop, we still can."

Even when you've came this far, he was still so caring and thinking of you before himself. It was such a nice and heartwarming thing you thought, and you honestly didn't want him to stop bit since you're inexperienced, it just bothered you a bit. Not that you thought you would regret this.

"No Byakuya, I want you to continue. I'm just a tad bit nervous..."

"Yes, I know. I will not let this be an bad experience for you, it will be memorable forever. Try to relax," His eyes trailed back to your sopping pussy, your face heating instantly. "You're so wet, ____. So beautiful."

His head lowered back between your legs, your eyes focusing on his face as his eyes were still locked with yours just before his tongue grazed your heat. It made you gasp, shivering as he glided his tongue between your folds to collect your sweet nectar that was now his.

Even if he just started, it already felt heavenly when his tongue started digging in, his fingers also pushing in to give your opening preparation to him. It was slightly painful due to how new you were to this type of affection, but you didn't stop him because the wet tongue that was agaisnt your clit made the pain shallow.

Your head hit the pillows underneath you, a whine escaping your lips once he stopped all his actions on your body. You looked back to him seeing as he was already staring up at you, his usual expression apparent on his features.

"Look at me, ____. I want you to watch as I pleasure you, My Love."

That heated your cheeks, keeping your eyes on him before his mouth once again latched onto your drenched cunt, suckling as much of your juice as he could. He was already staring up at you as he dug into your sweet essence, letting his tongue drag agaisnt your juicy heat.

Your eyes were threatening to shut just to ride out the waves of pleasure that was being inflicted upon you, though you kept them open. His right hand grasped your thigh, pushing it agaisnt the side of his face and pulling your body agaisnt his mouth, letting his tongue press deeper into your clit.

His fingers were still pumping in you as he feasted on you, drinking all your juices out of you watching the way your face contorted a bit. His tongue was really warm, and his fingers were thick as they stimulated you when he pushed them in and out of you.

His mouth was covered in your juices already, your chest heaving due to the pleasure. He lifted himself up and pulled away from your body, though his fingers continued pumping in and out of your body, coating his fingers in your essence. He was loving how you were reacting to his administrations.

"Does this feel good, My Love? Cum, if you want."

You're glad be said something, because you were already insanely close. His mouth was once again latched onto you, both his hands grasping your thighs separately to pull you agaisnt his face. He was eating you like he honestly wanted to consume your every being.

Your hands went to his hair, gripping the black locks making Byakuya groan agaisnt your heat, sending vibrations through your bones. It rattled your insides, tingling your nerves as you nearly screamed for him.

He only just started and yet you were already so close to that high that was inching closer, and fast. He let his hand trail back to your clit as he slowly began massaging your clit, now your body arching into his mouth, causing the licks of his tongue to fasten.

Your grip on his hair tightened, making the male buck his hips to try and relieve the tension in his cock. He was extremely hard, feeling his slit already leaking a decent amount of pre-cum. It made him hiss and groan agaisnt you, sending extra vibrations that shook your walls.

It didn't take long for your snug walls to tighten, around nothing, the tongue of Byakuya harshly flicking against your clit, forcing more of your juices to pour from your pussy. You tensed and jerked once your release broke over you, your hands in his hair harshly gripping it.

"Byakuya..! I'm cumming..!"

He knew that and continued to slurp up your juices, forcing you to nearly ball up and curl underneath him. His thumb on your clit was harshly rubbing, overstimulating your body to an extent that you could hardly handle.

"Byakuya..!"

He removed his mouth from you continuing to slowly caress your sweet pussy, loving how your juices sprayed out of you. You were trembling and shivering whilst that delicious and intense high broke over you, shaking your bones and warming your entire body.

You didn't even notice when his body was removed from you and as you opened your eyes, your eyes feasted on his now nude body. This was a sight you never thought you'd see and when you saw it, it made you even more aroused but when you saw IT... your entire body tensed.

Byakuya was so big down there, visually you could see the pulsing veins throughout his cock. You could still feel your first orgasm washing over you, watching as he settled himself in between your thighs once again. Both his hands were placed on both sides of your head, looking deeply into your eyes as a moan escaped you once his tip brushed agaisnt your sensitive clit.

You could still feel the aftermath of his tongue on your clit, causing shivers and tingles to surge throughout your body. Byakuya's fingers once against slide slowly through your folds, your hands going to his shoulder to brace yourself for the sensitivity flowing through your veins as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"You do not have to undress, for this My Love. I'm content with doing it as you are."

Again, tears were threatening to escape your eyes because of how sweet he actually was. But you wanted to at least expose some of yourself to him, opening up your kimono but leaving layed on your shoulders. He could see your stomach, breast and chest, his mouth nearly watering just at the pure sight of your body.

You thought he didn't like your plump stomach, but his lips tenderly kissed it, kissing each stretch mark that he could see. You couldn't help but smile down at him, as your heart felt like it was nearly bursting with more love for him. You honestly felt like you hit the jackpot, with Byakuya.

It no longer felt wrong anymore, you honestly feeling as if you were meant to be with him.

"I love you, ____."

"I love you too, Byakuya. Please... continue."

Your words came out hesitantly, as he maneuvered back up to your body, taking both of your hands in his and placing them agaisnt the sides of your head. He looked down and so did you, both your eyes watching as he used his hips to guide himself to your drenched hole.

You cringed once that thick tip nudged your snug hole, then and there Byakuya could tell it would be a tight fit to push through. He braced himself though, also squeezing your hands once he started to push in, your eyes clenching tightly due to the intrusion.

His eyes trailed back to your face, watching you as he sunk more of that stiff cock in. Your hands squeezed his hands tightly, ceasing the movements of his hips. He lowered his head to your neck, placing soothing kisses that were calming your nerves.

His lips always calmed you down, feeling his hips sinking starting to push back into you, breaking the tender rings of your walls. It wasn't as painful once his lips were grazing your throat, your walls relaxing a bit which allowed him to slide in easier. Your tight grip on his hands stayed though, because you could already feel him reaching the deepest depths inside you.

Quiet moans escaped Byakuya, whilst loud ones traveled up from your chest. It took him a while to bottom out but once he did, it felt like absolute heaven, even for you. Coming up from your neck again, Byakuya kissed your forehead as he pulled all the way out, watching your reaction as he slowly sunk back in.

You were practically screaming due to the hard way he thrusted back in, that bulbous tip bashing your cervix until it gave way, allowing him to practically fuck into your womb. He didn't look away from you for a second, even if your eyes were closed while he sunk slowly yet deeply into you.

You bucked your hips into his to feel the full impact of his hips, that thick cock deliciously reshaping your walls to fit like a puzzle that he could only complete. You both were already on edge as both your hips met each other in full impact, causing violent electrifying pleasure to fill your veins.

He was moaning in your face, your moans being louder than his however.

"____, you feel so... so good..!"

You could only moan and jerk from the harsh pounds of his hips, Byakuya letting out deep moans as he only moved faster and harsher, both your hands squeezing each other's tighter. His lips were again on your neck, trailing his tongue over as much skin as he could.

That pressure inside you was winding quickly, your back arching into his chest that caused his hips to harshly smack into yours, your juices spraying out and around his thick cock. The coil that was tightly wounded inside you harshly snapped, Byakuya gritting his teeth once his burning hot seed jetted into you, intensifying your orgasm that shook your entire body.

"Byakuya..!"

"You do not have to undress, for this My Love. I'm content with doing it as you are."

It no longer felt wrong anymore, you honestly feeling as if you were meant to be with him.

"I love you, ____."

"I love you too, Byakuya. Please... continue."

He was moaning in your face, your moans being louder than his however.

"____, you feel so... so good..!"

"Byakuya..!"

His hips continued though, thrusting through both your orgasms, overstimulating you and him. His hands took both of yours into his once again, pressing them down against the bed while his hips continued sizzling your brain to a fuzzy mush of pleasure, due to the crazy easy his cock sunk into you. He managed to quickly fuck another orgasm out of you, his mouth latching onto your neck to sink his teeth into it.

~~~

"Just keep cumming, for me My Love."

This was exactly what he wanted and now he had it, had you. His rapidly thrusting hips along with his thumb caressing your overly sensitive clit nearly had you delirious with so much pleasure you've never felt in life. His hips were slow though, but he was still pushing in deep, hitting your cervix each time. You pulled him down onto you, moaning into his ears, the words he loved dearly.

"I- I love you... so much... Byakuya..!"

"We will be together forever, ____."

~~~~~

So this story was too long to detail the NSFW, but I can always make that separately if you enjoyed this.

#bleach #lemon #anime #byakuya smut #byakuya kuchiki #x chubby reader #chubby #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #renji abarai #soul society #anime smut

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entropicquilibriumofchaos · 5 months

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Will there be coffee?

Saga Anderson & Alex Casey

A dinner invitation with the promise of coffee and a home cooked meal might just be the way for Saga to crack Casey's armor.

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It was raining. It was always raining these days, or at least that’s how Casey felt. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof of his stationary car was just as annoying as it was soothing. A strange juxtaposition, but the one he couldn’t shake no matter how he tried. He wished it’d be just soothing; anything to quell his anxiety about the night.

He looked down at his phone again and tapped on his text message app. The message from Anderson was still there; he hadn’t imagined it.

David is making a big fancy dinner tonight

You should join us!

Will there be coffee?

I’ll put the pot on just for you

He stared at the conversation for a moment before scrolling up and checking the address she had sent against the one on the mailbox beside him. The house he was parked outside looked cozy. It wasn’t huge, but it had a nice covered porch with a couple of chairs and a porch swing that swayed gently in the breeze. The siding was a deep red color with white trim that popped against the gray of the city. A kid’s bike was chained up to the railing of the staircase and the remnants of chalk drawings were washing off of the sidewalk and into the gutters. Warm yellow light streamed out from the paned windows and Casey could just barely make out the silhouettes of people moving around inside.

Casey sighed, knowing he shouldn’t make his hosts wait any longer. Plus, the chill from outside was starting to seep into his bones and that pot of coffee he knew was brewing was calling his name. He reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed the bottle of wine that he hoped would go well with whatever dinner was. If Miranda taught him one thing it was to never show up empty handed to a dinner party. A $10 bottle of wine would be better than nothing, right?

Pushing open the car door, he stepped out and made his way towards the Anderson house. Raindrops fell and hit his face, but he didn’t flinch. He was used to the rain; it was always raining these days.

Before he could even knock, the dark, wooden front door swung open to release a wave of warmth and savory smells. In the doorway was Saga, with an excited smile on her face.

“Casey! Come in,” she said, ushering him inside the house, “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to make it.”

Casey set the bottle of wine down on a small table in the entryway momentarily as he untied his shoes. “And skip out on free coffee?” he replied jokingly, “I would never.”

He straightened up as he toed his shoes off and put them neatly to the side before grabbing the bottle once more and holding it out to his partner. “I brought some wine,” he said slightly awkwardly.

Saga took the bottle and examined it. Casey felt a tinge of embarrassment as he noticed the price tag was still stuck to the backside of the bottle. She didn’t notice however, and just nodded at him.

“This’ll go great with dinner. Thank you,” she said, “I’ll grab some glasses and we can join David in the livingroom. Dinner is almost ready.”

Casey followed Saga further into the house, taking in the space he had been so generously allowed into. Family pictures hung on cream-colored walls along with framed prints of places that he didn’t recognize. The kitchen was, not surprisingly, the source of the smell that Casey had smelled when Saga had invited him in. A soft red glow came from inside the oven and a couple different pans sat covered on the stove. A bouquet of daffodils sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen with a smaller bundle of dandelions in a glass jar beside it. The fridge was full of magnets, some that he recognized as souvenirs from places they had been sent to for assignments, and some that he didn’t recognize. A few pictures hung from the magnets, as well as a report card.

Saga set the wine bottle on the table as she rooted through one of the cupboards for the wine glasses. “Could you grab the corkscrew? It should be in the drawer next to the sink,” she asked, nodding to the sink with her head as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the glasses on the top shelf.

Casey followed her instructions and found the corkscrew among various other miscellaneous cooking utensils. He tossed it in the air with a slight spin before catching it in the same hand, more of an unconscious movement than premeditated. He carefully pulled the wrapping off the bottle to expose the cork and dug the sharpened spiral into the soft cork. With a small tug, the cork released with a pop. Saga set down the glasses and got to pouring as he worked the cork off of the screw.

Together, they brought the now full wine glasses into the living room where David was sitting on the couch. As soon as he noticed the pair come in, he set aside the book he was reading and took off his reading glasses. Saga handed him a glass of wine as he stood up and reached a hand out to Casey.

“Alex, I thought I heard you come in,” he said as he shook the agent’s hand. “It’s good to see you again.”

Casey gave him a small smile and nodded. “Good to see you too, David. Thanks for having me over.”

The three of them sat down, Saga and David on the couch that David had just stood up from, and Casey on a chair nearby. Saga said something to David as Casey sipped the wine and made himself familiar with the room.

A fire crackled quietly in the fireplace and gave the whole room a cozy feeling. On top of the mantle were more pictures and small trinkets. In the middle were two certificates, one that Casey recognized as Saga’s completion certificate from the FBI academy. The other was embossed with a symbol that he didn’t recognize, but he just barely made out the words “Doctor David Woods” on the bottom. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered Saga telling him that he had his doctorate in something or another.

He should really pay more attention. He owes her that much.

“Alex?”

Casey was brought out of his thoughts hearing his name. Saga was looking at him curiously.

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat, “Spaced out for a second.”

Saga chuckled and took a sip from her glass. “I was just saying that it’s good to have you over finally. I’m glad you could make it.”

“I’m glad too,” he responded, relaxing into the chair a little bit. He could feel the warmth from the fireplace and the warmth of the wine seeping into his muscles and forcing him to drop the tension in his shoulders. “And not just because of the home cooked meal.”

They all laughed a little and chatted until a beeping noise sounded from the kitchen. David set his wine glass down and hoisted himself off of the couch.

“I’ll go grab that and finish setting up the table.” he announced before he left the room.

A moment of comfortable silence fell over the two partners before Casey spoke up.

“No Logan tonight?” he asked. He was slightly bummed that the kid wasn’t around; he always did have a soft spot for her.

Saga shook her head. “She’s at a friend's house for a sleepover. Wasn’t too happy with me when she found out you would be coming over and she was going to be gone.”

They both chuckled and Saga sighed. “She adores you. You know that, right?”

An unfamiliar feeling seized Casey’s heart and he was silent for a beat. “She’s just a kid.”

“And you’re just her favorite FBI agent,” she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Casey waved her off, still coming to terms with the warmth that had blossomed in his chest.

“I know that you’re used to being on your own, especially with everything that’s happened with Miranda,” Saga said softly, “but you’ve got people that care about you now, like it or not. No more lone ranger story, Mr. Cold Case Casey.”

Casey immediately sneered at the nickname, “Don’t call me that.”

She just laughed and sat back in her seat. “Then quit acting like him!”

The sneer dropped into a half-hearted smirk. “That writer is lucky he’s missing, or I’d wring his neck myself.”

Saga set her wine glass down on the table and put her hands out as if she were strangling someone, making Casey let out a bark of laughter. “Can you imagine if you and him ever crossed paths? I bet he’d shit his pants,” she commented.

He rubbed his forehead with his freehand before running it through his hair; it had long since dried from the rain. “He’d better hope we never do.”

David peeked his head into the livingroom. “Dinner’s ready! Hope you like chicken parm, Casey.”

The two made their way into the kitchen and as Casey passed David he put a hand on his shoulder with a smirk. “If it wasn’t bought from the TV dinner section of the grocery store and thrown in a microwave, I can guarantee you it will be better than anything I’ve eaten in the past week.”

Saga looked back at them.. “We’re sending you home with leftovers then. So you’d better like it.”

The two men sat down at the dining table as Saga disappeared into the kitchen, coming out shortly after with two steaming mugs of coffee and the bottle of wine.

“It’s decaf,” she said, setting a mug down in front of Casey, who frowned slightly. “Knowing you, you’ve already had too much caffeine today.”

Casey huffed, but took a long drink from the mug anyway. The hot black liquid burned his throat in a familiar way. “It’ll do.”

“It better,” she responded, taking her seat across from him and next to David. “Now let’s eat before Logan calls saying she wants to come home.”

The three of them laughed before passing the dishes around, each of them dishing up a healthy amount of food onto their plates. Wine glasses were refilled as they dug in and Casey couldn’t help but feel the most comfortable he had in a long time.

Saga had told him that Logan adores him, but he hadn’t been able to say how he adores all of them more than he could explain.

#saga anderson #alex casey #saga anderson & alex casey #saga anderson/david woods #david woods (alan wake)#alan wake (mentioned)#logan anderson (mentioned)#alan wake #alan wake 2 #partners #pre-canon #alex casey needs a hug #saga anderson is the GOAT #fanfic #fanfiction #coffee breaks series

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the-force-awakens · 4 months

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I think something that no one talks about is how Poe leans more towards being an anti-hero than just plain hero. He's willing to do the "wrong" things for the right reasons, ex: willing the kill bad people to save the innocent, basically willing to do the dirty work that no one wants to talk or think about. and I think it should be talked about more. Your post was just *chefs kiss*, the way you understood Poe is so refreshing compared to what I see him reduced to in canon

Poe definitely is willing to make the tough calls, including being willing to kill bad people to save innocent people (or destroy a planet to save countless others), but I wouldn't necessarily sort him into the antihero trope myself, more the "good is not nice" trope.

Because for as much as Poe is willing to shoot the bad guys, or blow up a planet if it means saving the galaxy, he's usually the first person to lower his blaster or offer someone a second chance. The biggest source of conflict between himself and Zorii in Free Fall is the fact that Poe can't fit into this life of shades of grey, and that's a trait that does follow him to the Resistance. He can lie (badly) for them, he can steal ships, be labeled a criminal if it's done for the right reasons/for the Resistance but at the same time, he also......really can't wrap his head around and seems uncomfortable at times with Suralinda's way of manipulating or recontextualizing the truth for propaganda purposes (which i wish had...been better explored in the comics it's Fine, but like I wanna know more about Poe "can't lie" Dameron and Suralinda "i'm here to tell a good story" Javos. I WANT TO KNOW MORE LUCASFILM), even if Suralinda is doing those things for the Resistance, so they can gain more support.

There's also this quote of Rian Johnson's, that I really love, and that I feel like sums up Poe the best for me:

“Oscar is like a reincarnation of my favorite old movie stars; he has that old school magnetism paired with insane acting chops. Poe is a straight-up, good-guy hero, and although he gets put through the wringer in this film, because of Oscar you never lose faith that he’s going to come out the other end all the better for it.” [from this post]

I'm having trouble wording/it's kind of hard for me to explain, but like. I view Poe as someone who is, like Rian describes him, as a good-guy hero, who usually cannot quite stop the instinct to do the heroic thing, and how that can make him quite reckless (I do believe Oscar actually described Poe during the TFA Press Tour as "recklessly heroic" sir I'm sorry i ever doubted you about Poe being reckless, I thoroughly learned my lesson #13 Poe issues and a knife to Poe's hand later) - but I think also that doesn't mean that Poe needs to look like the hero, and I think TLJ proves that? He does what he believes is the best for the Resistance, and seizes control of the Raddus. It's a last resort, of course, and I don't think he necessarily cares about what people might think of him for it* - he's a commander, he makes the hard calls all the time, and regardless of his own desire to be a hero, I don't think Poe necessarily wants to be praised as one. He's just gonna do the right, most heroic thing at any given moment, and doesn't care what people say. I mean...we kind of get the impression he's used to being seen a certain way, y'know? Poe doesn't seem surprised in the least when Holdo berates him, he just has this look of "oh this banthashit again I thought I'd heard the last of it", y'know?

*y'know except for leia. because he definitely makes a face when she says that thing about holdo in the transport. anyway moving on because this got completely. the train jumped the track here. adhd moment.

As much as he is willing to do some hard things for the Resistance, I feel like Poe would. not last a day in the Rebellion - the Rebellion is just gray. You have to be, fighting something like the Empire, they're quick and dirty and. manipulative and liars and assassins, and Poe...wouldn't have the heart for that, I think. So I do believe there would be a line, in what Poe would even be willing to do for the Resistance.

That said, I do wish canon/fanon would be more willing to explore....any of his. nuance. that everyone seems very allergic to acknowledging, and I'd especially be interested in seeing more of Poe's - I'm a dw nerd sorry I'm just gonna call it this every time - "oncoming storm" side because it's so much fun. There's some other facets of his character I'd love to see explored in more detail, but that one especially. It would honestly be a dream, I think, if Alex Segura got to write for him again, but perhaps this time in the Resistance era, because I think that man would have a blast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with writing a good spy adventure.

#ask box #userorb #my meta #(again. oops?)#poe dameron #i haven't seen anyone categorize him more as an anti-hero before tho! but tbh i also.#don't see many people categorizing him as good is not nice either #because that would imply. yknow. acknowledging that poe has depth #and nuance.#and that he exists as a character outside of being attractive or a part of [is sniped]#anyway.#unfortunately getting any exploration on him would. involve.....actual content for him and we're in the middle of a fcking drought right no #i would also Love if someone explored how sensitive he can be t hough #and i don't just mean in a fjaofjaosfj oscar 'he has a sensitive side' isaac way lmfaoooo but wouldn't that be something #poe definitely has rsd i think because he takes rejection/slights SO hard #i kind of want to make a compilation of it JUST from the movies/resistance alone #unfortunately there's So much there (plus in through the turbulance) that i.........do not have the spoons to do so

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could i have an analysis on a rouge of life?

Rogue of Life, hm?

Alright! Analysis below the cut!

Rogue

A Rogue is a selfless theft class. They're opposite to Thieves, despite both functioning similarly.

Rogues steal their aspect and redistribute it among others, serving as a sort of "Robin Hood" of their aspect, taking from those sources of abundance and providing to those who lack it.

They seem to be a magnet to their aspect as well, not quite generating it, but rather surrounded by it. This means they rarely lack a source to draw from, and always having a good idea of where it could be put to better use.

Rogues are typically selfless to a fault, fully aware of the harm they're doing themselves, but slave to their desire to see others prosper regardless of their own situation. This leads to push-overs, yes-men, and the like, with one exception.

Some Rogues utilize their inherent "take-to-give" nature to "take" whatever benefit they might find by avoiding sacrificing their emotions or well-being and "give" benefit to others by doing so, actively picking and choosing when to withhold that benefit and when to give up their time, energy, and well-being.

This leads to many rogues being "yes, sir, thank you, sir" types, with the exception to that rule being exactly what we see with Roxy; fiercely aware of the harm that could be done through their self-sacrifice and giving in whenever it would do more good than harm, but biting back adamantly when it would do more harm than good.

Life

Life is the aspect of beginnings, growth, literal life, and nature. Life players are an odd bunch, and they're difficult to categorize. Meenah, one Life player, believed death was the ultimate way to achieve perfection and that those she deemed "unfit" would serve the world better dead. Feferi, on the other hand, another Life player, believed the opposite, that life should be preserved in all its forms, and death should be avoided at all costs.

Not only this, but the two were as opposite as could be, personality wise, except for one, very powerful, trait.

They both believed they knew best, and became frustrated with those who disagreed.

We can gather, fairly well, that Life players are adamant and picky. They feel they know the right way of doing things, and are easily frustrated by those who disagree. Beyond that, there's little to base it off of, but Life players also seem to be more likely to be in positions of power over others. Meenah and Feferi were both future-rulers, destined to take over the world, for example.

So I believe Life players, whether it be simply power over the few or power over the many, are in positions of authority, or are well-suited to it.

Rogue of Life

A Rogue of Life is one who steals Life from sources of abundance and re-distributes it to sources lacking in it. They would be extremely rooted in their belief that they know best, their Life nature making them certain they know the best way of doing things, and their Rogue nature leading them towards servitude more often than not, they would likely be adept at finding the best ways to achieve the goals of others.

This means a Rogue of Life would be an excellent support for your team, being incredibly skilled at not only finding the perfect way to execute a plan to serve your team's goals, but they would be eager to do so, and their abilities would serve them well in making that happen.

However, it also means the Rogue is FAR more likely to be the OTHER type of Rogue, the one who is keenly aware of what will do more harm than good and outright refuses to aid in anything that will do such.

This means a Rogue of Life is an invaluable and irreplaceable asset on any team, skilled at analyzing the circumstances and identifying what is and isn't worth the effort or risk, and when they deem a project worthy, it's unlikely for them to fail unless stopped by things either beyond their control or simply far bigger/more powerful than they are.

I once heard it best put as "I am your White Mage. You don't F*CK with the White Mage."

That describes the Rogue of Life perfectly. Not only are they likely to be your most powerful Healer, but they're going to know EXACTLY what is and isn't worth their effort and, if you present them an idea, they will know exactly how best to achieve it and whether or not your way is good, bad, great, or stupid.

And if you get rid of the Rogue of Life in any way, be it killing them, turning them against the team, or whatever else, you've just secured victory because unless that team has a strong enough synergy to make up for the loss, losing the Rogue of Life is a death sentence. They are very, VERY valuable players.

#class #classpect #aspect #analysis #ask #answer #request #homestuck

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Fic: Sweet Dreams, Beautiful Nightmare - Chapter 6

Warnings: Language and a hands-y, horny demon Genre: Bill Cipher/Reader fanfic Summary: The Reader has been plagued by violent nightmares for as long as she can remember. Deciding to move to Oregon for a simpler pace of life, it is there she meets the dream demon himself and begins to unravel a mystery connecting them both. Notes: This chapter's rating: 🌶🌶 The lusting has begun... *cues dramatic music* Fic under cut below.

Chapter 6. “Oh. My. God,” Mabel gasped, looking over at you, her pupils large from excitement. She was wriggling in her seat. “I think Bill has a crush on you!” You looked at the young girl, words failing you over this revelation. But, then again, they failed you since you got up this weird morning, so you just swallowed down the lump in your throat, it being the only logical thing you could do right now. A triangle had a thing for you. You weren’t sure what to make of that. A triangle. Maybe you should have been better at math because the equations didn’t add up. “Don’t—don’t even go there, Mabel,” Dipper said, slightly disgusted. “Remember, Bill was the one who had you trapped in that pocket universe.” Mabel wasn’t even listening to her brother by this point; instead, she was lost in her matchmaking mind. Then, finally, you snapped out of your haze to look at Dipper. “What do you mean by pocket universe?” “Um, last summer, Bill Cipher started this thing called Weirdmageddon, and he imprisoned Mabel in this universe called ‘Mabel-land’ that I had to free her from.” You just blankly stared at the boy. “W-weirdmageddon?” “Yeah, that was like the apocalypse, but... weirder, hence the name,” the boy shrugged. “We thought we had destroyed Bill by trapping him in Grunkle Stan’s mind and having him defeat him in the mindscape, but that didn’t work.” “And now the little shit is back,” Stan grumbled, rubbing his temples. You chuckled in spite of yourself, feeling like the crazy was rubbing off on you. You decided to roll with it for the time being as you rubbed your forehead, trying to process this revelation. “So this triangle tried to destroy the world and—” “—Just Gravity Falls. He couldn’t take it globally because the town’s natural magnetism attracting weirdness created a barrier and prevented him from taking Weirdmageddon worldwide,” Ford corrected, as though this explanation was the simplest thing ever. “—and now he’s back and has a thing for me.” You looked around the table in case you missed any crucial details anyone wanted to chip in. Nobody said anything. “I think I’m going to... lay back down for a bit.” Then, excusing yourself from the table, you went upstairs to your room, plopped down on your bed, and pulled the blanket up to your face, almost covering it to block out the world around you. Sunlight poured in through the bedroom windows, the freakish storm almost forgotten, like a bad dream. How quickly it changed, and how peaceful it seemed as birds chirped outside. Your mind wandered over the events of the last hour or so as your eyelids got heavy. And from somewhere, a faint melody lulled you to sleep… Oh, I know we’ll meet again some sunny day… ∆∆∆∆ “Hey, beautiful.” You looked around for the source of the voice but found nothing but the same bedroom you had fallen asleep in, yet everything about it was in shades of gray. Turning again, you found Bill Cipher sitting on the edge of your bed, looking as smug as possible for a triangle to be before he floated up off the bed over to you and reached for your hand. You watched as he left a trail of kisses—and a few licks—up your arm before you pulled it away. “Ew. What do you want?” you asked. “You, of course.” You chuckled darkly, noting the balls—did he have balls?—this thing had. “Sure,” you said. “Not happening.” “No, seriously. And cut the sarcasm; that’s my thing.” “What do you want?” “You don’t remember, do you?” “If I did, I wouldn’t be asking.” Bill Cipher looked thoughtful momentarily, placing one of his fingers to his eye, which turned into a mouth briefly as though in deep thought. After a moment, the thing floated closer to you, getting a little too close for your liking as he hovered mere inches from your face. You stepped back as you stared into his eye, your lips parting into an “oh,” wondering if he was planning on kissing you before he snapped his fingers. Then, the scenery changed, fading to black before something else entirely came into view. You were in an unfamiliar room altogether from the one you had been in, but this one was much darker, as large, inky shadows played upon the wall, lighted by the roaring fire of the fireplace. Your eyes traveled around the unfamiliar space, noticing flickering candles placed throughout, giving the room an almost darkish, romantic appeal… Then you turned around and stopped in your tracks. Oh. Shit. Your mouth went dry as you took in the large bed covered in black silk sheets, where Bill Cipher was lying on his side in the middle, his tiny legs spread as he patted an empty spot on the bed next to him, his eyebrow wagging suggestively. You weren’t always one to be lost for words, but here you were. Again. “You’re intrigued, admit it,” he said. “I can show you lots of things.... I’ll even be gentle our first time.” “What?” was the only thing you managed to spit out. “It has been a while since your last... date if you call meeting up for coffee a date.” He floated up toward you again, obviously not knowing what personal space was, as he drew close to your face again, and you had a strong feeling that he wanted to kiss you. A warmth spread across your face. “H—how’d you—” The demon snapped his fingers again, and you were back in the room at the Mystery Shack. Bill outreached his hands, placing them on your shoulders before slowly, almost caressing, you before he held your face as a lover would. “I know everything that goes on in that pretty head of yours.” You didn’t know why, but there was another little feeling nagging at you, something you almost wanted to trust about him. Maybe he could sense your hesitation because he looked almost... hopeful, for a brief second... before you turned away, breaking the moment. And the fact you were so bashful right now seemed to spur him on. “Maybe this will help you remember...” And before you could react, his eye-turned-mouth was kissing you full on the lips. You didn’t pull away as the whole feeling felt strangely... natural. So normal. The softness of his lips felt so comforting. A familiarity of unknown origin washed over you that disturbed you more than the fact you were kissing a triangle. Images burst forth in your mind. Blurry shapes you couldn’t discern, along with feelings and emotions washing over you: Fear. Lust. Joy. The dream within a dream ended as your nightmares usually did: with a burst of fire and screaming... and it took you a second to remember what you were doing, and that was making out with Bill Cipher, apparent horny triangle. Almost lost in the dizzying reality you found yourself in, you almost didn’t feel as his tiny hands traveled down your body... almost. Then, reverently, Bill’s hands slid down your waist and hips, each bit of you he touched spurring him on as he squeezed them before grabbing at your ass. You pulled away from him as his mouth turned back into an eye. He looked almost puzzled as you slapped him. Hard. Across whatever it was that was his face. And you gasped in pain, your hand feeling like it just hit solid metal. “Damn it,” you mumbled, holding your injured hand. His eye curved for a brief second. “I love it when you’re feisty. So sexy,” he drawled before he snapped his fingers again, and you awoke with a start, back in the safety and warmth of your bed. Having thought it was just a nightmare—a rather vivid nightmare—a chilly feeling settled over you as you noticed your hand had a red mark from where you slapped him. Those aren’t simply nightmares, replayed Bill’s voice repeatedly in your head. ____ Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 AO3 / Wattpad

#bill cipher x reader #bill cipher #gravity falls #fanfic #fan fic #my fanfic #my writing

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Aemond likely saved Rhaena’s life by claiming Vhaegar before she could try. Vhaegar clearly likes bold, brave, and willful riders. Rhaena just isn’t that. Vhaegar is not the dragon suited for her. So Vhaegar likely would have burned Rhaena to a crisp if she had tried to claim her. Vhaegar must know that she is her previous rider’s daughter, but dragons only bond with one person, not entire families, so I can’t see her caring about Rhaena. Like it or not, Vhaegar and Aemond were meant for each other. Aemond also claimed her quite easily and quickly too, Vhaegar barely put up any real resistance.

This is your logic:

Rhaena (and we) should be grateful that Aemond stopped her from doing something she has no inner strength or bravery to actually accomplish.

Aemond was morally right and/or just looking out for Rhaena when he both deceived everyone and stole the opportunity to try to claim Vhagar (because he definitely knew that she would try), blocked that possibility, and did it on the same night Rhaena’s mother (the last rider) was put to sea/buried.

My Questions for You:

Why do you make as if dragon bonding is like “taming” or psychologically dominating an animal when before you made as if Vhagar chose Aemond because she liked him?

First you say:

Vhaegar clearly likes bold, brave, and willful riders. [...] so I can’t see her caring about Rhaena.

As if Vhagar likes Aemond and is unimpressed with Rhaena, implying that she has a preference and can detect human personality immediately, on sight. That she had all the ability to choose and wasn’t forced, coerced, or pressured into a bond.

Then you say:

Aemond also claimed her quite easily and quickly too, Vhaegar barely put up any real resistance.

As if Aemond imposed his will on Vhagar and forced a bond on her.

Which one is it? It cannot be both. Because if Aemond forced a bond on her, the Vhagar has little to no autonomy or ability to reject Aemond in the first place and she was fully “tamed”.

If this can happen to dragons, then Rhaena could have also force a bond on Vhagar. (And I talk about how Rhaena is stronger and more willful than you make her out to be in Question/Point “C”)

Thus we go back to how nothing about this is about Aemond doing either an unintentional or intentional thing that benefits Rhaena, but about competition and intentional deception. That Aemond took the opportunity of claiming for himself.

Why are you making as if dragons can only bond with a very specific, existing person as if this were like Wattpad werewolf mating where two people are “destined” to be together when there has been no evidence to suggest that there was some sort of uncontrollable, magnetic pull that the gods or whatever make between dragon and prospective rider?

Just from how Book!Viserys saying that Book!Aemond could choose a hatchling and try them out (when they get to Dragonstone for Laenor’s [not Laena’s, I didn’t mistype]) AND by how cradle bonding still gets baby Targs to bond with dragons from birth/hatching, I’d say that there’s more to it than simple “they were chosen to be together”. Perhaps there is a multitude of living candidates a dragon could choose.

It is after the bond happens that there is a surety of claim and bonding, not before.

How do you know that Vhagar couldn’t have been claimed by Rhaenyra’s daughter Visenya, if the girl had lived, or any other child Rhaenyra birthed if the greens hadn’t put Aegon on the throne?

Do you have some kind of ASoIaF in-universe dragon-claiming manual that has instructed you on how dragon claiming and bonding works? Or did you just watch the show and that is your only source for your headcanons for dragon-bonding? We’re never not given enough actual detail for how it works, ever, in the original books, much less this show that can’t be trusted to portray Daemon as a better father to Rhaena (he would have know cradle-bonding is not all what Alicent and the Westerosi court culture of the time cracks it up to be).

How do you know that Rhaena absolutely just lacks strength? How do you know that all it really takes is inner strength, like Dany, to get a dragon to accept you as their rider?

Bonding doesn’t have to be about obvious and apparent strength, daring, and boldness.

Viserys claimed and rode Balerion before the dragon died. The fiercest, most battle-hardened, the oldest, the biggest dragon the ruling Targs ever had and any Targ rode, and yet we know that Viserys of all people was able to bond and ride that dragon.

That guy, one of the more people-pleasing, hateful-of-confrontation -- unless it’s with his brother or after a direct decree -- Targs since Aegon conquered Westeros.

Rhaena herself was raised by the Daemon Targaryen, would later still claim a dragon, and in canon we see she does show self-will when she works with her sister Baela in putting forth Daenaera Velaryon to their brother-king Aegon III and thwart Unwin Peake, then-Hand, who had been trying to get his own daughter to become Queen ever since Jaehaera Targaryen died. He also was most likely (read “was”) her murderer.

Rhaena and Baela do this on front of the entire court, riding in on horseback. Rhaena does this still recovering from her miscarriage.

Don’t underestimate Rhaena just because she is not as physically expressive or always confrontational as her sister. Hers is an enduring, quiet strength.

Don’t trust the show’s depiction either, since it deign s to rewrite and not portray several characters’ canon motivations and personalities for the sake of “making them complex” (HotD review by Seth Abramson).

Why do you think that Vhagar would have roasted Rhaena?

Fire and Blood describes dragon claiming as dangerous but it doesn’t have to mean death 100% of the time. Again, where is your dragon-claiming instruction manual, where is your reasoning?

How do you know that Rhaena would have been completely alone where she’d be totally vulnerable to Vhagar when she tries to claim her? how do you know her father wouldn’t be there, that some dragonkeepers won’t be there to make sure she’s safe?

You make as if the opposite is absolutely how claiming works. Where is your proof? Because Aemond, who clearly was doing it secretly, does it with no one around him to make sure he doesn’t get killed or maimed (if that is how it actually works in general, which we don’t even know)? Aemond cannot be used as an example.

Why does it matter more what Vhagar thinks when this is a conflict of politics and human emotion?

It was never about her. It was about Aemond disrespectfully taking away Rhaena’s chance because he wanted to “prove himself” -- which is just as available [or was supposed to] to Rhaena -- AND at her mother’s funeral day.

To try and claim a dragon is a Targ/trueborn Targ scion prerogative and Rhaena, being one, has just as much of a privilege to try as others. To do this to someone who is supposed to be your family member, even a cousin you don’t particularly like (and again, Aemond really doesn’t like any black because they are a black) would be seen as some or many as unfair. And it isn’t politically smart either: to openly and directly upset someone on the other side right after their mother was just buried/put to sea.

Does this not ring a bell in your head that Aemond doesn’t give a shit about Rhaena, only himself? Again, why should we see this as an act of grace?

Are you aware that Aemond is not claiming Vhagar to protect any of the blacks, and actually is supposed to dislike every single one? That he does it because of pride and hatred against the blacks?

Why should Rhaena be grateful to someone who would love to see her brutally punished or dead, and sees her as lesser because she is female? (Aemond is a misogynist POS in the canon, and if they don’t bring that to life in this show, it’s another whitewashing act for the greens).

Did you know that in the original canon, Aemond was never bullied/there is no suggestion of bullying against him? If anything, he would have bullied the Velayron boys since Alicent taught him to think of them as undeserving bastards practically from his own birth.

In All..

All under the cover of night, because he knew neither Alicent nor Viserys would have approved or congratulated him for it AND he knew that he was doing something that he’d probably be criticized for.

(Aemond tries to keeps quiet about going down to claim Vhagar [and note how it’s never brought up later], by himself, in the middle of might like how a child today would go out of the house without their parent’s permission when Viserys asked him the first time, calmly, to explain how the incident happened).

The show completely misses the actual thematic point of the Dance: that a woman was usurped because a bunch of classist, blood purist misogynists (one having internalized misogyny) decided she didn’t deserve the throne because three children of the Queen Consort/Dowager had penises. And they wanted power above all. That is it.

The HotD characters (even Rhaenyra) do not act as their real (yes, canon) selves in the places where it matters, so if you wish to still love the story presented, treat it as if it were fanfiction. Nothing substantial about this show is either meaningful or mirrors what we’re told, gleaned, or suggested in Fire and Blood except for some aesthetics and names.

For Condal to remove all traces of both agency and accountability from various greens is to whitewash them entirely. You have fanon-ed your way into too many dark holes.

There is nothing morally good about the greens, unless you yourself are misogynist, classist, ultra zealously religious, conservative, etc. Don’t try to make anything they do sound like it was even close to morally-intentioned or ethically sound.

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I've had to do a lot of thinking lately. Like, for one, I had six years fighting for this show, most of it unpaid. Just because of what was right, even when people didn't believe the truth guiding those decision and those fights, holding tight market testing and other truths to protect sources while trying to get In Between and help however stupid little way I could, with how I knew how to navigate these systems.

But like. I got married in this fandom--I don't know if you remember the gish pop the question event, and misha boosting the engagement ring. Like that was a whole setup, a whole investment in my life that happened here, with gish and misha's help.

And I got divorced in this fandom, as she became less and less of the person she started as.

I've made friends, lost friends--whether to fights or death. And like, this is a long, long time to be involved in this.

In a way, I fundamentally understand why, say, Kelios et al are having such a bad time letting go. They invested even longer, but they invested themselves on the wrong side of history. They were enemies to creatives, especially but not exclusively queer creatives. Admitting that and letting go can't be easy.

Me, like, I can take comfort in what I did being right. I can take comfort in knowing, I have made changes in this universe that have led to a better world where even a few, much less a few million, people are happier. But they don't have that, and don't get to share that happiness.

Either way it's something I've been sort of staring into. Some folks know about the 3 year Great Work as well, on the spoopier side of things. Between real world connections and errands, other investments and efforts were put into this, and I finally understand what the concept of a Black Brother is in Thelema, because if I hadn't gotten rid of that stone, gotten rid of my fuckaround roommate, and cut my ties from this place, I'd still be leaking my presence out. Hell, in a way I still am, but at least this way I'm not shooting it in with an injector.

But when sitting and finally doing restorative meditation, my back should not be instantly improving, my ability to sit and breathe, and so on. Meditation and healing shouldn't be fixing that, literally, but it is. So it's not just my normal health that's been causing this acceleration. And that's another thing to snap into perspective here.

Like I said before. The Adeptus crosses the Abyss to become the magister, but only after rebirthing, if one lets themselves, but I can't if I let this fandom leech on me.

And that's where this post comes in--really understanding how I let this place change me for the worst. For a while there I got outright obsessed with arguing the truth, because I was so tired of grifters like 2po intentionally lying and breaking people's spirits. But in time, those who wanted the truth sorted it out, figured it out, and people's minds were set. Everything else was me wasting energy on people that didn't WANT truth. And if my karma is going to keep burning for this Magnetic Moment, I don't need to give it a hand by wasting my energy on these little shitheads that fight for their right TO live in their lies.

So that said, I'm going to be working on that part, I can feel it pulling together, but I gotta say that atop nerve damage this makes my passouts and the time periods they happened during even more alarming, that IS a line I need to cut and leave to the new administrators of the new aeon, if you will.

They wanna call it a cult, due to their fear of the unknown and groups they're not involved with, that's fine. I'll put it in "cult" terms for them while still breaking down my shit on my own wall. Cuz the thing is, jealous shitheads will always find something to corrupt and throw hands about, that's the big secret. I could be mother teresa, but in outnavigating Max, max would spend their life screaming that mother theresa is a child predator or some shit, because catholics, or some shit, and it's whatever. People will always be angry when you're more successful, especially in things they share interests in.

In the very least once the box started Literally Exploding we got rid of it but I still feel like that shit's gonna drain me forever if I don't reconfigure, closed circle or not. A few towns may have been literally evacuated in the ridding of the jar and a few dams shattered but it's fine, we're fine. Ish. RIP the eight dead, my bad. I just need to get this magic monkey off my back.

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domino, 1, 3, 18. nora 20, 28, 42. aaaand rose, 4, 8, 31 :]

smiles. smiling at you. (answers under the readmore)

DOMINO

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

0 seconds. Domino is extremely hyperactive by nature, and all that restless energy has to go somewhere lest she gets a terrible idea in her head like "I should put a magnet on Sparks' head and see what happens." (nothing good. most automatic bodily fluids including cerebrospinal fluid is more easily magnetically fucked with than yours or mine.)

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Domino has a tendency from childhood to shapeshift into whatever feels "safest" when she goes to sleep, which was usually a rock or something else that could be easily overlooked. I doubt she feels the need as often anymore but considering it does take a (small, almost subconscious at this point) bit of concentration to keep herself looking the way she usually does I think she would turn into essentially a shapeless red blob when she's well and truly asleep.

It's probably kind of difficult for her to wind down and get some sleep though- I can see her turning her favorite action flicks on and letting the sounds of incredible violence lull her to rest.

18. What embarrasses them?

Feeling 'examined', for lack of a better word. Domino gets bristly revealing more information about her abilities, choosing to keep some elements of her highly adaptive biology more secret than others. It isn't necessarily that it's embarrassing to have a nearly instantaneous grasp of any language she hears a few sentences of- it's the questions that follow. She doesn't want to give anyone an excuse to prod at her, or worse yet, take advantage of her convenient powers. She uses them on her terms, not anyone else's.

NORA

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Nora is exceptionally inexperienced in romantic love, but I honestly don't think she would regard it with more importance than platonic relationships. She's capable of very strong bonds in both cases, but would struggle to put the word "love" into her vocabulary. She's a little awkward and her focus is in other places, so it always seems extreme to call anything love. I imagine she's come on a little strongly in the past with others and has resigned herself to having more aloof friendships in adulthood, not wanting to deal with any more rejection for her lack of social skills.

As for familial love, I can tell you she's coming from the perspective of someone who has been an object of it, without really understanding her own feelings about it. Familial love is shapeless, the source of her anxiety and the outline of her world, inescapable and smothering.

It's an expectation- you have to love your mother, right? She's your mom.

28. Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

Her answer would be no, but her feelings say otherwise. Nora is a little sensitive to perceived rejections- if she's told she's done something wrong, or is missing a cue everyone else understood, it sticks with her for better or for worse. Being told outright is ultimately what's best for her, but that doesn't mean it won't keep her up at night.

42. How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

Badly. She has something to prove.

ROSE

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

UHH..... Before or after the end of the first act?

Rose tends to keep people at arm's length, even those she supposedly trusts. It's not always a fear of deception, either- but rather that she doesn't trust others to pull through for her. So long as she has everything under control, she can maintain some faith, but once her carefully ordained plan goes out the window, all bets are off.

Later it gets a little more complicated.

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Rose kept up with chores as a kid (and work, later, as a teenager)- but not schoolwork. I think she just didn't mesh well with the school system and often got flack for letting educational opportunities pass by without much care. Part of the reason her mother was so adamant they stay on Altus in the first place was because it would grant her daughter a real future... But I suppose in the end it didn't matter anyway.

31. Who are they the most glad to have met?

This, out of everything, is the hardest to answer. It's unfair to pick anyone in particular out of the crew. Each of them, in their unique ways, have left an unmistakable impression on Rose, and despite everything their presence ultimately changes her life for the better. (Although she does have to clarify that yes, Domino was there first.) I could get into her unique relationships with each crew member but we would be here all week.

#oc tag #escape velocity #thank you everett !!

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okay but: pillow princess daniel and terry encouraging it

Violence I tell you - such violence in my inbox lately.

SCREECHES

Pillow princess Daniel - my beloved. It’s just as delicious as feral bitey Daniel.

Pillow princess/ Size queen Danny / all shades of royalty our boy.

So I’m not going into the history but it means a lot of things to a lot of people BUT I will include two snippets from woman’s health and cosmo (HIGHLY REPUTABLE SOURCES 😏) which jives the most with how I view a pillow princess.

1) This usually has a negative connotation. In some situations it is an act of laziness but in others it is a girl who lays back and is willing take whatever her partner wants to give her. In this case it is a submissive partner that is willing to give all the control to her dominant partner. Normally this type of relationship is a mutual agreement so that both are getting what they want.

I love my pillow princess. She lays down, does what I say, and takes it how I give it to her.

2) If you’ve never heard the term “pillow princess,” this is what it means: You’re someone who likes to lie back and let your boo do more of the physical work during sex. Sometimes, this may (and absolutely should) involve splaying your body over a big ole pile of fluffy pillows, but pillow princess-ing is a LIFESTYLE and need not require Egyptian cotton sheets.

So I kind of already write him with pillow princess tendencies - it just fits with their vibe esp if it’s daddy/ baby boy

BUT

Daniel is not a selfish lover / he is very generous with his body 😏 and he 💯 loves to get his mouth on that 🍆 but in the content of when he’s in full on pillow Princess mode, maybe he lets Terry just use his mouth. Terrys hands on either side of his head as moves his head up and down as he fucks his mouth

He likes being used and Terry likes using him - so it’s not like anyone is complaining.

Terry loves when his Danny boy is greedy - lazy like a cat wanting to be petted.

And okay Terry also has to take responsibility for encouraging this - like all of Daniel’s behaviour.

Because even when he goes to climb on top it doesn’t take Terry’s hands too long to find his way to his boys hips (like magnets) and then not long after that for him to fuck in deep and lift him up and down. Then he just starts bouncing him on his cock as he fucks up but his boy looks so damn pretty when he falls forwards, eyelids fluttering and the pretty noises spilling out of an equally pretty mouth.

Breathy little, “right there,” and him clenching around Terry deep inside him are the older man’s rewards.

As are the little bitten of whimpers as he bites his full lip - hands flexing on Terry’s chest.

And he’s like a little rag doll - Terry’s perfect little doll - just taking what Terry gives him - smaller body jolting as Terry fucks him.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Please: so good. Please don’t stop.”

Like Terry ever would - his home is here - chasing relief in his boy’s body.

A cock ring is in order sometimes - for nights when Terry really needs to last to satisfy his pillow princess - size queen.

Daniel is such a little caregiver too - always worried about and looking out after other people so it makes sense he would maybe let Terry takes them reins in the bedroom - to be looked after for once.

He resists at first - it seems one sided - not getting or understanding what Terry would get out of it. The appeal for the older man.

But nothing is better than when Terry finally finished playing with his boy - pulling out to take in his gaping hole and fucked out body, face blissful with no thoughts in his pretty head but the pleasure Terry just bestowed upon him.

It seems too submissive, too passive, too SELFISH. He does like to give Terry what he wants though.

Maybe though, something resonates the first time Terry whispers - “lie back Baby and let daddy take care of you,” and after that well ….. he lies back and takes whatever Terry gives him.

Now though, Daniel crawling into his lap, or lying back spreading his legs are all it takes to get what he wants.

Terry twisting and molding (manhandling) him how he wants - Daniel’s body willingly taking Terry however the older man wants.

Daniel along for the ride.

And he spoils him in other ways too. Only the best for his boy - The comfiest pillows, the softest sheets, the satin restraints are soft like butter.

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Chapter Fourteen (Avengers AU): Take A Look At Yourself

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! This chapter and the next have some heavy themes that may not be suitable for my general audience. Make sure that you read the trigger warning very carefully so you can decide for yourself if you're okay to read this. 💗

Avengers AU Masterlist | Masterlist

TW: Cursing and violence have been elevated due to the nature of the character that Chaeyoung is casted as (Deadpool). Very vivid and graphic descriptions, one person loses an arm, there's a implied beheading, blood and lots of it, swords and guns are mentioned, implied alcohol mention, and yeah, it's a grand old time here. ;)

You raise your hand in a futile attempt to call a taxi over to your current location.

God, why is it so hard to get their attention? Am I really that invisible? There’s not even that many people on the street!

You sigh in relief as a taxi finally makes its way over to you.

Finally! Now I can go back home and rest for a little bit. I don’t need any more action or excitement in my life.

You quickly load your luggage into the trunk before climbing into the backseat of the taxi. The driver looks back at you with a friendly smile.

“Where are you headed?”

You give him the address of your apartment building, and they give you a nod before pulling back onto the road.

The drive is peaceful, except for the occasional person pulling out in front of your taxi driver. They remain calm while navigating through NYC traffic, which you consider to be a talent within itself.

Eventually, the car comes to a stop as traffic gets extremely backed up. You sigh as you cross your arms.

“Is traffic always this bad?” You ask as the car doesn’t move after another few minutes.

“No, there must be something going on ahead. I’m sure we’ll get through soon. New York City street workers are good at getting traffic through any sort of accidents or road work.”

“Ah, I see.”

You relax a little bit before sinking into the leather seats of the taxi. You’re able to stay calm until a bit of blood splatters on the taxi’s front window.

You do your best not to gag as your driver does the exact opposite.

“Is road work always so bloody?” You try to joke as your driver gags again.

“That’s blood?!”

Do I ever want to know what you thought it was in the first place? It’s obviously blood! What else would have that-

Your thoughts are cut off by a cut-off limb crashing through the car window. You take no time to exit the car as you try to maintain your composure.

I think I’m actually losing it. First, it’s a space girl saving a crashing plane, and now random body parts are crashing through car windows. Isn’t that great?!?!

Your taxi driver has long since abandoned the car, and you find yourself being oddly curious about what’s going on ahead of you. After seeing what happened to your taxi, many of the cars around you were deserted as well. As people were rushing past you like a current, you decided to swim upstream for a change.

I’m a magnet for trouble, so why not face it head on?

You quietly walk forward, and the world is terrifyingly silent around you. Cars are parked or crashed, but most importantly, not a soul can be found ahead or around you. This reminds you of horror movies, if horror movies happened in broad daylight in New York City. You find yourself reaching for the non-existent gun that should be attached to the waistband of your pants.

Why did I have to get rid of my guns? That would make me feel better about what’s going on around me. Oh, right, I’m trying to be a better person. How’s that working out for me so far?

A piercing scream sends you ducking behind a classic yellow taxi cab, and it doesn’t take long for you to find the source of the scream.

A woman stumbles forward through the empty street, along the same path that you were once walking. You notice that she’s missing an arm, and blood covers her chest.

Ah, so that’s where the arm came from!

She eventually falters and falls to the ground while taking deep yet painful breaths. She’s not more than a few feet away from you, but luckily, she can’t see you from your hiding spot.

I wonder why she’s bleeding and maimed in the middle of New York City. Who did she piss off? It’s most certainly not an Avenger because they don’t cause that much damage.

Your question is quickly answered as a figure dressed head-to-toe in red and black spandex. They’re holding two bloody swords in their hands, which probably came from the sword sheaths that are attached to their back. Their eyes are covered with a pure light cloth, which only makes them more terrifying and powerful to you.

Who is that? They’re certainly not someone I memorize…

“Well, Doc, you said it would be you or me that would die, and I guess it’s your lucky day!” The pseudo-superhero says before placing one sword on each side of the supposed doctor’s neck.

You immediately look away and plug your ears before you can see or hear what’s about to happen.

I don’t want to witness a beheading. That’s not something I want to cross off my bucket list!

After a few moments, when you’re sure that the deed is done, you dare to take your hands off of your ears.

“Alright, I saw someone around here earlier. Where the fuck did you-” They say, which causes you to panic.

Do I hide, or do I face danger?

You sigh before risking one glance at the figure. They’re looking at the cars on the other side of the street, and it won’t be long before they find you.

I never was one for letting destiny decide my fate, after all.

You pop into their line of view with your hands in the air.

“Please don’t hurt me, I was just-”

They turn to you, and the red-covered figure looks you up and down before letting out a whistle. You feel your nails dig into your palm as your hands go into self-defense mode.

“Are you seriously whistling at me?!?!”

They innocently cock their head at you, which would amuse you if that person directly in front of you wasn’t holding blood-soaked samurai swords.

“What can I say? You’re definitely a sight for sore eyes.”

“My god,” You mutter under your breath, “I’ll never be able to escape insufferable, narcissistic assholes.”

“So… are you free tonight?” They lean against the car next to them, and you scoff at the thought.

“You’re flirting with me… after you beheaded a woman?!?”

“I didn’t behead her! Do you see a body around here?”

You frantically look around as you realize that the woman is nowhere to be found.

“Oh, so you just made her into minced meat, then?” You jokingly say.

“That sounds like a fun Saturday night, but no, I just let her go with a warning.”

“How merciful of you.” You roll your eyes as they seem happy with themselves.

“I know, right?!? I’m usually not like this. I guess maybe meeting you has made me soft.”

“God, you’re desperate and persistent. That’s like… the worst combination!” You shake your head in disapproval. “Who are you, anyways?”

“You don’t know who I am? I’d be offended in any other circumstance, but for you, I’ll make an exception.” They toss the swords aside before looking back at you. “I’m Deadpool, but you can call me Chaeyoung, or yours, if you don’t mind.”

“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear that last part, but it’s good to meet you, Chaeyoung. Do you…” You trail off as you stare into Chaeyoung’s blank eyes. “Do you ever take off your mask?”

“Not usually. I look pretty bad under here.”

“Ah, I see.” You look away after you notice that you’ve made her visibly uncomfortable.

Nice going, Y/N!

“Do you want to get a drink?” Chaeyoung asks, and you notice that the flirty tone that was normally in her voice has faded away.

Eh, why not?

You give a nonchalant shoulder shrug.

“Fuck it, I’m in.”

“That’s the spirit!”

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 3 years

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Rooftop Conversations (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader/ Yelena Belova)

Hi everyone!

This is a little shorter, but hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Reader shares a complicated history with Wanda. What will happen when Natasha introduces her sister to the problem? Who will reader end up with?

“Y/n.”

The closer you got the tower you called home; the more anxiety began to bubble in your chest. You had been away for over three months now and the entire time you were away Yelena refused to accept any of your calls. Admittedly they were few and far between due to circumstances, but the rare instances when you were able to get your hands on a phone, the other woman would always be miraculously busy.

You didn’t blame her.

Not in the slightest. Still, with every flimsy excuse Natasha gave you whenever you asked to speak to Yelena, you couldn’t help but feel that you were losing a part of yourself. Yelena was woven into your being and being shut off from her was something that was… entirely your fault.

It always made your heart ache though. To know she didn't want to even speak to you. To be away from her. There was so much about her you missed. Like her voice, her laugh, her jokes…

You just missed her.

“Y/n!” You jumped slightly and turned your attention to Steve who was glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “Everything okay?”

All you managed was a weak nod as you focused back on the world around you. It was something you had to do often over the last few months. “Fine.” You replied, turning to face him as you awaited whatever it was he wanted to say.

“You can stop fidgeting with your necklace. We shut down all the bases. That’s all we could do.” He eventually said.

It wasn’t until Steve pointed it out that you realized that your fingers were fiddling absently with the charm that was hanging from the necklace Wanda had given you before you left. “What are you talking about?” you questioned, your brows furrowed in confusion.

Steve gestured broadly in your general area with one hand, while the other hand remained on the controls of the quinjet. “Whenever you get nervous you start fiddling with the necklace.” His hands returned to the controls as he shifted his attention. “Like a safety blanket.”

Grumbling absently, you folded your hands and looked out the window like a child who had just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. “Says the one with the pocket watch.”

In response, Steve shrugged. “Touché.”

You smirked and leaned back in your chair. “That’s what I thought." He chuckled. "Besides, I know we did all we could on the mission. I’ve come to terms with Dr. Wilkerson getting away, without his bases of support though he’s nothing.”

“Is that not what you were nervous about?” Steve prodded.

You shook your head. “I’m worried Yelena is going to hate me forever.” You admitted, your hand once again flying up to fiddle with the charm on your necklace.

Steve whistled lowly. “Still no word from her?” You shook your head again. “All you can do is be honest, kid. Earn her forgiveness. While you may have had good intentions, you lied. Even if it was to protect her. She reserves the right to be angry about it.”

“I know.” You replied. “I agree entirely, but… I don’t want to lose her. I can’t lose her. She-… She means… Everything to me.”

There was a moment of silence. “Do you love her?”

It had been months since you had allowed yourself time to think about the inner workings of your heart, yet the answer remained the same and came with no hesitation. “Yes.”

Steve nodded. “Does that mean you’re over Wanda then?”

The question took you by surprise and suddenly the pendant burned under your touch, like every nerve ending in your body went haywire. Overwhelmed with the thought of the two women that unabashedly occupied your heart. You feebly let your hand fall back to your lap.

Again, silence hovered in the air until, “No.” You replied softly, knowing it was the truth. Knowing you had no reason to lie to Steve.

Again, there was no hesitation in your answer.

“Sounds like you still have a lot to figure out then, kid.” Steve reached over and pat your shoulder sympathetically, “Between you and me though, I always thought you and Wanda would find your way back to each other. You’ve always been like magnets you two.” He admitted. “Natasha disagrees with me. She seems to think that you and Yelena are the most irritatingly perfect match. Her words not mine.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “You and Romanoff better not be placing bets on my love life again. You remember what happened last time, Rogers.” You warned with a point of your finger.

Steve chuckled and raised his hands innocently. “No bets were made. I’m just telling you the information.” He paused slightly. “Though I will say if it was a bet, I'd probably win since I did say Wanda would be the one to ask you out originally because you’d be too nervous to even get a word out. You won me fifty bucks that day.”

You punched his shoulder. “I can’t stand any of you.”

“That’s what families do.” You rolled your eyes and chose not to respond as you both distracted yourselves with your own tasks.

Just over an hour later Steve spoke again. “Hope you got enough thinking done because we’re touching down at the compound in five minutes.”

You sucked in a breath as the clouds opened up and the sharp points of the familiar building filled the sky before you.

Suddenly it was as if you blinked, and Steve was lowering the quinjet onto the waiting platform. “It’s good to be home.” You mumbled as you gathered what little you had and walked off the jet with Steve.

Before you could get far, you were met with an armful of someone else causing you to drop everything in your arms to catch the other person.

When the familiar floral scent invaded your senses, you quickly relaxed and held on tighter, relishing in the moment. The comfort that you hadn’t felt in months. “I missed you too, Wanda.” You whispered into her ear as you tucked your chin over her shoulder.

“You have no idea.” Wanda replied as you both held tightly to each other. You faintly heard Steve mumble how he would take your things inside for you, but his words barely registered as you familiarized yourself with the touch you hadn’t felt in months.

Suddenly, it felt like you were grounded again. Like you had been drifting freely and now, being back by her side you felt anchored again. Connected to the world in a way that mattered again.

Sure, you had managed to speak to Wanda briefly a handful of times over the course of your mission, but those sparse minutes were nothing compared to the sensation of actually being in her arms once again.

“It’s good to see you again.” You said leaning back slightly and taking in her every feature, every speck of color in her eyes. This was the longest you had gone without seeing her since the day you both met. “How did you know we were coming back? We wrapped up a few days early, I thought it would fly under the radar.”

Wanda smiled sheepishly back at you, and you couldn’t help the way your own lips pulled up endearingly at the sight. “I may have convinced Tony to program a new feature to FRIDAY that would let me know when you landed.”

A small chuckle of amusement slipped pat your lips. “Yeah? How did you manage that?”

“I may have pulled the Stark missile card.” Wanda answered with a small shrug.

“Didn’t know you couldn’t be so devious, Maximoff.” You teased as Wanda playfully dusted the invisible dirt off her shoulders.

That was when another voice interrupted the moment. “Really? You didn’t?” You turned your head to find the source of the interruption, though from the voice you knew exactly who it was. “I’ve known for a while now.”

Wanda pulled away from you and looked away, rubbing her own arm uncomfortably. “Nat,” You warned. “I just got back; can we not fight first thing?”

Natasha looked between you and Wanda for another moment as if she was contemplating her choices before opening her arms in silent invitation. “Fine, I’ll play nice. Sorry Maximoff.” Wanda nodded in acknowledgment. You suspected she was still terrified of the other woman.

You glanced at Wanda to be sure she was okay before walking over to your best friend and embracing her just as tightly, finding comfort in her embrace. Comfort in knowing that they were all okay while you were gone. That was all you could have wanted. You missed this. All of it.

Regardless of how chaotic it could be at times.

“I assume you didn’t manage to play nice while I was gone. No wonder I stayed away so long.” You said playfully as Natasha pinched you side. You swatted her hand and pulled away in protest. “Is this how you show how much you miss me?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Miss you being an idiot? Sure.” She nudged you playfully. “It’ll be nice to have you back though, the compound hasn’t felt the same without you.”

“It really hasn’t.” Wanda agreed, wincing when she saw the blank look Natasha gave her.

You shook your head, “Nothing has changed.” You lightly rested your forehead on Natasha’s, so she could focus on you, so she could hear the sincerity of your next words. “I did miss you, you know? No need to be snappy.”

Natasha finally cracked a smile. “I know, I missed you too.” She lightly nudged your nose with her own before pulling away and ruffling your hair.

You smiled back at her but couldn’t help but look over Natasha’s shoulder a moment later. If Natasha knew you were back, then it was only safe to assume that… “Is- Is Yelena in her room?”

Amusement began shining in Natasha’s eyes. “Couldn’t even go ten minutes without asking about her, could you?” Heat quickly rushed into your cheeks. “She’s on a mission with Clint, should be back later today. Just light recon about a minor disturbance a few cities over.”

“Surprised you let her go without you.” You mumbled, already anticipating the moment of Yelena's return, mentally preparing all the ways you could earn her forgiveness.

“Tony had me on a separate assignment until this morning.” Natasha explained. “Besides, she’s with Barton, they’re both in good company. Safe.”

You nodded, if Natasha wasn’t worried then you had no reason to either. “I-” You lowered your voice. “Will you let me know when she’s back? Don’t tell her I’m here until I get a chance to talk to her, please, I don’t want her to avoid me anymore. I want to apologize. To make it up to her.”

Natasha analyzed you for a moment, analyzed your pleading tone before nodding. “I’ll give you this one shot because I know you only did what you did to protect her... I would have done the same.” She looked over your shoulder before looking back at you. “Now, I think I’ll head inside. We can catch up later. Don’t do anything that will make me have to kick your ass.” She warned.

Before you could utter a reply, your best friend had disappeared into the compound. “She actually talked to me once while you were gone. It was about a mission report, but still, she’s not ignoring me anymore.” You heard Wanda say from behind you.

You chuckled slightly as you turned to face her again, gesturing for her to follow behind you. “That’s actually great news to hear. I miss being able to spend time with both of you.” You leaned against the railing of the landing pad and let the wind traveling through the air be the only sound for a moment.

Wanda mimicked your position, her arms brushing yours, your own pinky shifting slightly to be in contact with hers.

It was like Steve said, there was something magnetic about you both and it felt even stronger after the separation. You couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to be closer. Your free hand raised to fidget with the charm on the necklace nervously.

“Still wearing the necklace, I see.” Wanda noted, her eyes shining happily in the light of day.

A faint blush quickly spread over your cheeks, and you managed a weak nod, your hand once again falling from the charm. “Steve says it’s my safety blanket.”

Wanda’s smile widened. “I didn’t know if you’d even use it since you had given it back to me after we broke up.”

You shrugged halfheartedly. “We’re past that. It represents more now. It represents you.” The sound of Wanda’s breath hitching caught your attention and you couldn’t help but feel your heart hammer in your chest. You just hoped she would change the subject, the vulnerability felt all too much in that moment. "It was nice to have on the mission."

“How did the mission go? I assume well since both you and Steve are back in one piece.” Wanda eventually asked, breaking the charged silence much to your relief. She always was good at reading your wants.

You nodded faintly, eagerly responding to the change of topic. “It did. We shut down every base we set out to, which was all of them.” You could see the happy smile form on Wanda’s lips, and you continued. “We did everything we set out to do except catch Dr. Wilkerson.”

Wanda’s smile fell almost immediately. She knew Dr. Wilkerson was your greatest enemy, your greatest fear. “Are you okay?” As the last word fell from her lips, her pinky moved to rest over yours, as if she herself wanted to be closer. To comfort you.

In response you turned you hand over in silent invitation and Wanda accept the offer immediately, her fingers tangling naturally with your own. “I feel okay, Steve still thinks we can catch him. He won’t get too far… I know he wants to take me back.” Wanda’s fingers tightened against yours. “Don’t worry, without the bases, without his minions? He’s nothing. Powerless. It’s only a matter of time.”

“The day he tries to come after you will be his last.” Wanda said seriously, her eyes darkening at the mere thought. “He won’t hurt you again, Y/n.”

You squeezed her hand, you knew Wanda would never hurt anyone, but her protective nature may change that. You’d never want to put her in that position. “I know, Wands. Don’t worry, Steve and I will find him. I’ll be okay.”

Her lips turned up faintly. “I know, I’ll be here to make sure of it. I’ll protect you, Y/n.”

“And even though you're infinitely stronger than me, I will protect you.” Wanda giggled slightly and you smiled back at her.

For a moment you both just stared at one another, allowing yourselves to get lost in the moment, moving closer and closer until you could feel her breath fan across your lips. You quickly looked away. Not ready to take that step. Not ready to ruin the leaps and bounds of progress you had made with her.

“Now fill me in on what I missed while I was gone.” You said in hopes of brushing over the minor traces of awkwardness that lingered in the air.

That was how both you and Wanda spent the remainder of the day, catching up on everything that had happened in the last few months, the hours slipping away with ease. There was only one thing that could ruin a relaxing evening like that.

And it was the sight of a smaller quinjet landing a few feet away. Your heart began hammering in your chest because the only other ones out on a mission were Yelena and Clint.

The woman that had occupied your mind so deeply was now just seconds away from you.

Except when the doors to the quinjet opened and Clint was the only one to step out, looking battered and bruised. Your stomach dropped at the sight.

You ran over, Wanda following closely behind. “Clint, where is Yelena?”

It was like Clint had just seen a ghost, his eyes widening even more than they already were. “Where is Natasha?”

“Whe-”

“WHERE IS NATASHA!” He yelled, his voice reverberating in the air around you.

Bile climbed up your throat in tandem with the panic you felt squeeze at your chest as the three of you ran into the compound in search of the other woman.

A few moments later you found her lounging in the main room of the compound with a notebook in her hands. Natasha immediately looked up when she heard the sound of panicked footsteps enter the room. “Clint, what-”

Clint quickly interrupted her, his panicked expression making you sick as you anticipated his next words.

“They took her. They took Yelena.”

And just like that, the world stopped.

And that's all folks! This chapter was more of a set-up for the unraveling of the remainder of this story which I now know will be 12 parts total. Sorry for no Yelena in this part. As always, thoughts and comments are always welcome!

Previous part: "Necessary Lies"

Masterlist: "Omen"

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saturniidays · 3 years

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If you ever feel like being angry you should look up big brand pet store chain animal care guides. I’m looking at the Petco tarantula one now and jfc.

ah yes. “The Spider Family.” we definitely have someone who knows what they’re talking about.

please dont feed your tarantulas every day. I’m pretty sure that shady breeders do this to force their tarantulas to grow faster so they can sell faster, but doing that shortens their lifespan.

dear god don’t use anything chunky for substrate. no mulch or bark. and don’t use just plain sphagnum moss either. why would you do that. sometimes. a species might like it drier. amazing.

why would you need a nocturnal or infrared light. I keep a normal flashlight on my nightstand so I can look at Buttercup when she’s out and about at 2am and she literally doesn’t care. remember that whenever a pet store tells you to buy so much unnecessary stuff they definitely have your money more in mind than your pet’s health and safety.

HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD DON’T DO THIS. DON’T USE BLEACH. AND CLEAN ONCE A WEEK????? IS THIS FOR REAL???? YOU ARE GOING TO ENCOURAGE PEOPLE TO DESTROY THEIR TARANTULAS BURROWS EVERY WEEK JUST SO YOU CAN SELL THEM SUBSTRATE OVER AND OVER. THEY DON’T EVEN GET THAT DIRTY. UNLESS THERE IS A MOLD ISSUE YOU CAN PROBABLY GET AWAY WITH CLEANING THEM YEARLY.

uhhh tarantulas are extremely weird and unpredictable. eating regularly is definitely not a good way to tell if they are healthy. the species I keep (A. chalcodes) for example is notorious for going on ridiculous fasting periods for months because they are bastards but they are just fine.

dull exoskeleton likewise is not a red flag, but a sign that they are in premolt. not a bad thing. and like I said before tarantulas are bastards that go on hunger strikes for no reason so loss of appetite isn’t out of the ordinary either. At the bug zoo I volunteer at we had one tarantula who refused to eat for an entire year yet she did just fine.

Are there tarantula vets????? I feel like if I contacted my vet about a spider they would laugh at me?? there must be like 3 of them in the world if there are. you are better off contacting a tarantula forum or the tarantula subreddit for help.

Look at all of this unnecessary crap they want to sell you. I highlighted the only things you need. Of course you need crickets or another food source, preferably roaches cause crickets can be disease magnets. my friend who runs the bug zoo is very against using crickets as feeders.

what are you even supposed to do with vitamin or calcium supplements? Petco does know that tarantulas aren’t reptiles right? and don’t. just. don’t use a tank heater. they thrive just fine at room temperature and if they burrow on top of the heater it is going to be way too hot for them. they could burn themselves or become dehydrated and dry up.

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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hi! i saw your requests are open and i wanted to ask about something that has been on my mind for a while now

could u please write about harry dating a ravenclaw girl who is into music? she plays the piano and sings and harry is basically her biggest supporter and he is always praising her, i haven't seen anything like this before so it might be nice :)

Harry Potter x Fem! Ravenclaw! Reader

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I tweaked this request juuuuust a tad, Anon. Also, I’m going to count this as a one-shot instead of a drabble. I’m pretty sure this is too long to be considered a drabble.

“I never knew...”

Harry’s feet automatically carried him towards the source of the angelic sounds that were currently registering in his ears. He wasn’t even exactly sure what part of the castle he was in, because his ears had led him to a section that was unfamiliar to him. Harry had always been the curious type. Most people would say that his curiosity is what got him into trouble most of the time.

But he just couldn’t help but seek out the noise that was drawing him in. He could identify the sounds of a piano being played with ease, but he was a bit fuzzy on WHO could have been playing a piano in such a talented manner. None of his friends were much of musicians (although Ron would argue that he had perfect singing pitch), and he was pretty sure none of his enemies were musically gifted.

He suddenly found himself in front of two dark, wooden doors that were acting as a barrier between the corridor and the room inside. The musical notes had gotten louder as he grew closer, but the music was still muffled from the wall between him and the room.

He debated on whether or not he should enter. He wanted to hear more. He practically needed to hear more to satisfy the itch that was bugging him to get closer to the noise. But for all he knew, it could be Professor Snape behind those doors playing the keys as a form of stress relief. Harry wasn’t sure that he was keen on walking into the middle of that.

He pressed his ear against the wood for an even better vantage point, his eyelids gently shutting at the melodious music. The classical music brought a sense of ease and comfort to him. It came crashing over him like tidal waves on a coastal beach in the dog days of summer. He was sure that he had never felt anything like whatever he was feeling right now. It brought a flutter to his heart, like a million little garden butterflies being released from captivity. He was sure that this was as close to dancing amongst the stars as he’d ever get.

Just as he was preparing to depart, a new sound was heard from within the mysterious room. He pressed his ear back up to the door like a magnet on a refrigerator, his gut doing an excited roll at the sudden noise. It took him a moment to decipher what he was hearing, and then it hit him.

Whoever the mystery pianist was had a voice of gold...and also one that was strikingly familiar.

He was sure that he was mistaken, because surely no one he knew was this talented with the piano. It was a female voice for sure, which ruled out his Professor Snape theory. She sounded young, her voice not sounding aged or wise like Professor McGonagall’s did. It was definitely a student, and likely someone that he had at least seen around before. Suddenly, his curiosity was too strong to ignore.

He had to see who it was.

He turned the knob of the right door as quietly as he could, not intending to disturb the musical peace. He half expected to see a halo of light around the girl sitting at the piano, based on how wonderfully celestial she sounded. Instead, his eyes were met with a set of blue and bronze robes sitting at a bench in front of a massive piano. It was set conveniently in the middle of the room, and it wasn’t accompanied by much else. There was one massive window against the back wall, casting a certain glow into the room that settled onto the girl sitting just twenty feet or so from him.

He stood halfway between the doorway and the room, still soaking in the beautiful music being bestowed upon him. She was still singing perfectly and quietly, her nimble fingers dancing from key to key with extreme precision.

That voice...

He abruptly realized that he did know that voice. He knew that voice and those hands anywhere. They belonged to someone that he cared about so very much. Someone whose presence and heart in and of themselves were music to Harry’s soul. He couldn’t stop himself before he had time to think about it. Her name fell from his lips rather loudly, stopping her completely.

“[Y/N]?”

He mentally smacked himself just as fast as her name left his mouth. He blushed at the sudden intrusion of privacy, but it melted away when she turned back to face her boyfriend.

“Harry. I...what are you doing here?” She asked, suddenly very aware that she had been caught in her secret hobby.

Harry took that as an invitation, closing the door behind him and making leisure strides to the piano where his lover sat like a deer in headlights. Harry knew his girlfriend well. He knew her favorite food, her favorite Muggle movie, and had even learned her morning routine.

But this? This was something that had completely taken him by surprise.

“I heard you playing from a few corridors over.” He explained, his hand resting between her shoulder blades when he made it to her.

Harry noticed that she hadn’t even a scratch sheet of music. She had been playing purely from the heart and memorization. He was floored at his new realization of his girlfriend.

“Oh.” She said meekly, her embarrassed eyes avoiding his astonished ones.

“I never knew...” He whispered out, almost a little hurt that there was something about his girlfriend of almost two years that he didn’t know, “You’re positively brilliant, darling.”

He was gushing over her as if she had just been appointed to be the next Minister of Magic. He was impressed, stunned, and even more in love all at the same time. He knew that she kept things to herself sometimes, and he always respected that.

But he was sure that her talents needed to be shared with the world...or at least with him. He sat down next to her in a bubbly manner, his core practically vibrating with excitement.

“Play something else!” He shrilled, his eyes shifting back and forth between her and the piano.

Her cheeks burned deeper, but her smile was blinding.

“Really?” She breathed out, her fingers finding their positions again.

His hand rested on her thigh, his thumb running back and forth in a careful manner. He pressed a kiss to her temple, smirking underneath the kiss when she giggled. Her laugh was the best sound that he’d ever have the pleasure of hearing.

“Absolutely.”

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Owl House said fuck capitalism

So this episode was interesting. Lilith pretty much killed her sister. Why the fuck would she do that?

Even more interesting: why is Belos like that? How did Hooty put his head through one of those guards? Who the fuck is the Titan, and why does everyone like him? And how are these all tied together?

This episode was a metaphor for capitalism

...and another delicious step towards radicalizing the youth into dismantling this fucked-up neo-feudal system.

We’ll start with Belos.

Emperor Belos is a weird name, don’t you think? We all thought it was spelled “Bellows,” but it wasn’t. In fact, it’s five letters, starts with Be, ends with os, and describes a megalomaniac emperor that restricts people’s freedom in order to accumulate wealth for himself.

Sound familiar?

Emperor Bezos Belos created capitalism. He saw the beauty of magic and decided to make himself the most powerful.

Belos created a system that destroys the masses and boosts his power.

I’m dipping into fan theory a little, because the fan theory fits. We know that people get branded with coven magic that makes it so they can only specialize in one area. We know that Belos is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. We know that the excess magic, magic created by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

It’s the same system that many viewers see all the time. A job takes up all your day and tires you for the night, so you can only do one skill for the rest of your life. Jeff Bezos is the most powerful man in the United States. Excess money, money taken by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

The magic goes to Belos, like how the money goes to Bezos. Belos created capitalism, and he won it.

The guards aren’t real.

Look, we’ve never seen their faces. They’re all the same. Why would you work so hard to get to the top, just to become a nameless, faceless killing machine?

Oh, also Hooty stuck his face through one. There is nothing under the armor.

Why? Well, it’s the same reason you see all those celebrities going around flaunting their wealth and bragging about how hard they worked. Like all those songs about how they grind every day and work harder than everyone else while you’re out clubbing, and that makes them dope. And then you take a closer look at them and see that they had a small loan of a million dollars fueling them, or an entire talent agency behind them, or their dad was a famous country star in the 80′s.

They’re fake. They’re hollow. They’re a ploy created by the capitalist emperor to try to delude you into working harder.

Let me put this into perspective. I guarantee that every single one of you has heard stuff like this:��“Hard work makes you successful.” “I put in the work, and that’s why I’m successful.” “If you work hard enough, then you can be as successful as Mark Zuckerberg.”

And unless you’re a robot or really lucky, I’m sure all of you have failed at this. Maybe they told you that hard work would make you good at math, so you spent 22 hours a week working on calculus, only to pass it by 3 percentage points and have it destroy your perfect 4.0 GPA. Maybe they told you that if you talked to people enough, then you would make friends, so you spent a lot of time talking to people, only to end up lonely and friendless. Maybe they told you that if you did well in school, you would get a good job, so you spent all your time working hard to be a good student, and then ended up in a soulless, dead-end job.

The guards are there to delude you. Look, who really gains from you being productive? The answer is the ruling class, the CEOs, the government, the bourgeoisie. It has always been that. All you get from working is a paycheck that lets you survive. They get a paycheck that lets them get rich. Just like Belos gets the magic and productivity of the specialized coven witches.

The guards are there to trick you. The truth is that nobody can join the Emperor’s Coven. It’s just there to make you think that hard work will make you successful. Then you spend your entire life working hard, trying to prove to the person in charge that you’re worthwhile. You give your whole life to the Coven, and they give you nothing.

Magic is supposed to be something you pursue for fun. Being skilled at things, being good at something beautiful...that’s supposed to be something you do because you want to. But they took that and made it into a source of productivity. It doesn’t matter if you make good content. All people fucking care about is if you upload the day of premiere, if you make a lot of content quickly, if you maintain a million different conversations with strangers who expect you to be the most interesting person in the room. They don’t care how it hurts you. They don’t care how you crack from the stress. How you cry when you think no one can see you, and then you check your phone and someone can see you, someone did see you, and you have to put on your face and be the charming, magnetic person they want you to be. (oh by the way that’s why I wasn’t online much last week)

And it ruins it. Suddenly you can’t watch The Owl House without being stressed. You can’t make any content. You can’t make spells as powerfully as you want to. Your passion is replaced by perfectionism and insecurity, a voice telling you to keep being the best at what you do, or else they’ll forget you and let you die.

There’s also the Titan.

So nobody has mentioned him before, because in addition to the Boiling Isles being a hellscape full of witchcraft and queerness, it’s also full of atheists.

But suddenly we have people saying all this shit about him? Shit like, he gave witches the gift of magic, and then they learned to use it in a civilized manner, since being uncivilized was disrespectful?

I mean, first off, that’s fucking wrong. The island gives people magic. The island, which just so happened to be shaped like a titan-sized human. But the island/titan gives everyone all types of magic. Hell, even Luz gets to use magic, and she’s human.

It sounds really fucking familiar. (tw for discussion of homophobia and colonialism and misogyny). It sounds like when the news is on and they show some Tr*mp supporter talking about how fetuses have more rights than people and it is their holy duty to take away a woman’s control over her body and force her through unbearable pain and into an 18-year commitment she didn’t want to make. It sounds like all the times people tried to say homosexuality should be illegal, citing a single line in a book written two thousand years ago and heavily edited by a European king. It sounds like all the times people said God wanted them to conquer, to own the entire earth, to force the other races into pain to support them.

This is that bullshit thing people do where they commit awful sins and justify it by citing the will of God.

Or, it’s the Coven using religion as an excuse for evil.

Look, the Emperor’s Coven is clearly colonizer-coded. Saying that people’s original form of magic was wild (and showing a picture with the same joyous, rowdy energy of an 18th or 19th -century Black or indigenous party), and that it was God’s will for them to be “civilized?” Sounds like that thing that powerful white people did where they went and murdered people and forced them into their twisted capitalist system. God, gold, and glory, is what they said, because history books just love to omit the gore.

Lilith is passing the abuse cycle along.

You know, like a good little colonizer. God I fucking hate her. She’s a MILF, in the sense that she’s a Mother I’d Like to Fling off a cliff.

Ah, enough screaming about how much I want to drown Lilith in a tub of Hooty’s mucus. Let’s go into why I want to do that, and how she took the evils of capitalism and just...adopted those.

So, Lilith is sick and twisted for what she did to her sister. But, uhh, that’s the point. You see, there are so many other people out there like Lilith who would do the exact same thing, if given the chance. These are the people who do mean things when the teacher isn’t looking, and then act nice and try to frame you. These are the people who will hate you if you’re better than them. These are people who would do anything to bring you down, if you dare outperform them.

It’s greed, my friends. The mental illness that capitalism blesses us all with.

Lilith herself said it: she dedicated her entire life to the Coven. What she wanted was to be the best. And she almost was...except for her own sister. Someone who lived with her, annoyed her at home, bested her at school. Someone she could never beat, no matter how hard she worked. And her sister was younger than her, too! How insulting was that? Lilith wanted to be the best, and someone in her exact situation did better than her.

Lilith was insecure. And it consumed her.

But why? Why does insecurity consume her? I mean, no one can be motivated by insecurity forever. Well, not unless someone conditions it into you.

The lovely thing about the capitalist system is the morals it teaches you. Things like: “You’re only useful if you’re the best.” “Being school smart makes you smart, while being social smart or sports smart or creative smart or fandom smart is worthless.” “Your worth can be quantified by numbers and is based off arbitrary measures like your income or your grades.” Things that can and will drive us crazy if we let ourselves believe them.

And it did drive Lilith crazy. She got so twisted by a society that said being good at magic is her only worth. Look, Lilith used to be good at things, probably. She was good at sports. At times, she slips up and does an okay job of being Eda’s sister. She has a powerful presence when she’s in a room. And she’s wicked good at manipulating people.

But that didn’t matter. Lilith bought into the lies. She let herself believe that magical skill was the only way to measure her worth. And since she needed to be the best, she hurt Eda for it.

The beautiful thing is, Eda didn’t buy that. "It’s my power, kid. And before you showed up, I spent my whole life wasting it.” Is what Eda said, as she used up the last of her power, the last of her life, to save Luz. In her final moments, she proved that she’s not like them. She’s stronger than them.

None of this matters. Not magical prowess. Not the hierarchy. Not the promise of joining the Coven and having more power than anyone else.

The only thing that matters to Eda is her family. Her real family. Her Luz, King, and Hooty. And by extension, Willow, Gus, and Amity. Those are Eda’s real reason for fighting, for dying: to protect them. Look, there’s no way she would’ve come out of that fight alive. She has a family, and her love for them is stronger than greed or jealousy or capitalism.

Lilith never understood that. She thought the water of the womb was thicker than the blood of the covenant. Or, that the water of the womb and the blood of the covenant are stronger than the bonds of found family. She thought it didn’t matter if Eda loved, her, only if the Emperor loved her. Fucking bitch.

And now, a little something to worry about, before we go. Amity Blight. The girl who wanted to join the Emperor’s Coven more than anything, who dedicated her whole life to doing well in school, to being the best, to being perfect.

And then she met Luz. She fell for Luz. Now she’s in a tricky place, where habit and conditioning want her to join the Emperor’s Coven, but her heart wants her to do the impossible and destroy capitalism.

She wasn’t in this episode. Funny that being injured and unable to work ended up saving her from watching her future mother-in-law die. So she bought some time.

But Luz’s true mom is dead. This is the second mom she has lost, and she’s only fourteen. As powerful as King and Hooty are, Luz needs Amity. Luz needs Amity to support her and help her get back her mom.

So Amity has to make a choice. Fear and insecurity, or love and a high chance of death?

She’ll probably choose death. Because that’s the message that this family-friendly show is giving us kids. Fuck capitalism. All you need in life is to do what makes you happy and be with the ones you love.

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