#does somebody want a commission *eyes*

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hi! could you maybe do full hcs of an MC who still exhibits symptoms of the red plague? :3

The Arcana HCs: MC with Red Plague symptoms

-- for headcanon purposes, MC has the red scleras and veins in their limbs, as well as higher body temperature, fatigue levels, and sore throat. however, their day-to-day life isn't impacted much past their appearance --

Julian

It was a genuine trauma trigger for him at first

One look at you, and all he sees are the countless bloodshot eyes of the patients he couldn't save staring back at him. Hours of horrific "research" led by Valdemar on bodies just like yours

It makes him feel especially responsible for you, but it also causes quite a bit of inner emotional conflict when he starts to associate your appearance with things like love and hope as well

This is ultimately one of the things that helps him figure out how he wants to move forward after you help him confront his past

Every night, he watches your eyes slip shut and checks your temperature and pulse through the night out of habit

And every morning, he feels like he's witnessing a miracle when your eyes open again. You've lived through another night, and you fully intend to keep on living with no holds barred

It's actually a little healing to see someone with the Red Plague survive and smile

He's still extremely conscientious of your physical state, though. It was weeks before he let you carry your own shopping basket

He keeps track of your temperature in his notes in case it goes higher than your average and insists that you keep a healthy diet and stick to gentler exercises (it doesn't change his own habits)

Asra

As painful as it was for them to bring you back and be immediately faced with the condition they left you to face on your own, they had other things to worry about once it was clear you would live

Like your memories, for example, or his own feelings of inadequacy when it came to giving you a life worth bringing you back into

By the time life had reached a rhythm that left them space to breathe and think again, they'd already adjusted

He's naturally quick to adapt - and physical appearance never mattered much to him anyway. Finding out you couldn't walk as far as you used to was better than when you couldn't walk at all

Unfortunately, them not noticing your appearance (beyond thinking it's cute) makes it harder for them to recognize how other people react to your appearance. They're fairly oblivious to outside opinions (just look at that big hat they consider "subtle")

So when you express any kind of distaste with the way you look, he's a little surprised, if not blindsided. He's quick to teach you glamor and temperature spells when you do, though

They only really see the Red Plague on you when the lighting hits your face at an odd angle or when they're watching your hands

And when he does notice, all he feels now is admiration. He brought you back, but your resilience goes beyond his imagination

Nadia

She doesn't have any memories of the Red Plague - not when she first meets you, at least, at that point everything from her arrival in Vesuvia to waking up three months prior is missing

But it drives the point home to her that you're someone who has suffered and survived in ways she can't comprehend

She's initially a little overcautious. Once she knows for certain that you're somebody she wants to work closely with, she's not sure how best to broach the subject beyond asking if you're cold or tired

Very interested in what your life is like once you do start talking about it - it tells her about you as a person, but it also gives her insight about how the people of Vesuvia remember the Red Plague

Can relate more than a little bit to the loneliness

Goes above and beyond when it comes to providing for your needs

Your permanent fever is making you chilly? She's got blankets and scarves and cloaks and slippers to wrap you up in

Your throat hurts? She's got plenty of tea

You'd prefer to cover your eyes and hands? She can commission a pair of gloves that fit like a second skin and don't inhibit your functioning in any way. Also, sunglasses are trendy now

You're tired? She'll work somewhere you can snooze nearby

Won't stand for anyone treating you poorly because of it

Muriel

He sees your symptoms the same way he sees his own scars

He didn't ask for them, they're a permanent marker of his pain, and the sight of them is enough to drastically affect how people treat him (his imposing size and RBF not taken into account)

And you're the same way, when it comes to your appearance

Of course, you're also the opposite from him in many ways. You get tired easily, and he's sturdily built. You're always getting cold, and he's always too warm. You belong somewhere and he doesn't

Until you two travel together and become Morga's students. Then you have a similar problem on your hands:

She won't stop commenting on both of your appearances!

Between her tying Muriel's hair up where it can't cover his face, and telling you to use your looks to scare enemies in battle, you're both a little lost for words

That's it, that's how you bond, you're both feeling a little too seen and a little underappreciated

Plus, with you constantly feeling cold from the permanent fever, you really need his body heat as you travel further south and his heart is too soft to deny you (you're like a shivering, red chick)

In the end, he doesn't care about your appearance beyond appreciating it as a marker of how you got this far

Portia

Yeah, so she wasn't around for the Red Plague

She doesn't have any frame of reference for what it was like beyond the nightmarish descriptions she hears from other Palace staff, about walking corpses and blood soaked hands

So when she first sees you, someone who acts and appears perfectly healthy beyond having a slightly hoarse voice and wearing more layers than normal, she assumes it's a magic thing

Is it because you use your magic so constantly, it leaves trails where it courses through your hands or assists your sight? Is your skin extra warm because you breathe fire??

Do your scleras turn other colors too???

She's a little surprised to find out that you're the only known survivor of the Red Plague (besides her brother) and that that's why you have those symptoms

Come to think of it, that's kind of badass. You have her respect

She intuitively understands how that must change your life socially, though, and she goes out of her way to help you make connections and smooth over any public fear

She's also got a strong nurturing instinct and loves to fuss over you, keeping you cozy and well rested and fed

Pepi loves your high body temperature

Lucio

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

That's it, it's bad enough for him to look at you as a ghost and be confronted with what he knows for a fact is his fault

But it's even worse when he realizes that this is what the body he was supposed to revive himself with ended up becoming: permanently marked by the plague he spent decades outrunning

And it makes him afraid that he'll look like this too, if he makes it back from his horrific goat form in one piece

His fears change as he gets to know you, of course. It goes from not wanting to end up like you to not wanting you to know that how you ended up was his fault

But it also makes it even more real to him how important it is to address the past, even though he doesn't want to

He's not able to look at you without wincing until you leave Vesuvia, after putting things right. It feels too much like the past

Once you do, though, and begin life as journeymen, Lucio gets to find a world that the Plague hasn't touched yet, and that also means getting to see you in a context of your own choosing

He's always been partial to the color red, anyways

And with how much he hates the cold, sleeping next to you is fantastic with your elevated body temp

[tryan-a-bex]

100 fics

Today I posted my 100th fic on Ao3!

My first was Pottery; or Function, Purpose and Heart on Mar 11, 2023. It was a retired Dreamling fic with Destruction (who I call Joe) as the main character.

I moved fairly quickly into my Spy x Family crossover series. Anya is so cute, and throwing her in with Dreamling and the Endless family led to a lot of fun shenanigans! (Generally you don't need to know Spy x Family canon to follow these.)

Next I started on my Sandman x Scooby Doo shenanigans! I really like the Scooby Gang, and there are definitely some mysteries to solve surrounding the Endless! (With awesome art by @sab-draws!)

Gaulcienne caught my eye next. Lucienne, my beloved librarian, and the shape-changing dream-fairy? Oh yes! A Quiet Love with Wings has most of my commissioned art, with pieces by @athymelyreply for Sometimes when You Fall, You Fly, @ibrithir-was-here for Fireflies and a Missing Person, and @designtheendless for The Dragon Rider!

King of Night and Prince of Day, for @nathanwonderwolf's wonderful art, has the second highest kudos of all my fics.

Then I invented an OC who is the preteen personification of the consciousness of humanity, aka Social Media. I thought this was pure crack but people liked it and now it's a series! Dinner and Play was created with @carnelianmeluha's food ideas in mind!

My Dreamling works tend to be short and sweet, often prompted by something on tumblr or discord, and are collected as Dreamling vignettes.

I have recently written (but not yet posted) my first honest to god smut, but early dabbles in the craft were mostly crack, like my Helm Fucking Crack series. I'm unreasonably proud of how cracked it is, and thank everyone who enabled me (notably @sleepsonfutons, @windsweptinred, @tickldpnk8, @zzoomacroom, read their fics!).

My obsession with Fuckboi Dream (mind the tags) is ongoing, and included creating a chapter index with notes so I can find things, a series about Murphy's childhood (somebody please read these, they are so cute), and others, fanart as well!

In The Dragon's Tongue, Lucienne takes on Titania! I commissioned @lostelfwriting to write the bdsm continuation of the scene, and she did a fantastic job!

A Reunion in the Dreaming (picnic recreated here) was the first fic in Walking with the Walkers, my series about Rose, Jed and Unity. It features Rose and Ara (Barbie transformed in Life is but a Dream), Rose and Jed meeting their Endless family members, Jed and Gault having adventures, and Unity throwing family parties in the Dreaming (with art by @ilya-halfelven).

Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love (in which Gault tries to surprise Lucienne with a romantic dinner) was my favourite fic from October 2023 -- Femslash weekend (by @sandmanfemslashfans ) and Monsterfucktober (by @seiya-starsniper and friends) made it a really fun month! I also wrote Chantal and Zelda, Johanna and Death, and zombie Lyta (my most angsty fic, I believe).

Just Get Me Off the Damn Mountain was written for designtheendless' contest and omg, I won! It is my most popular fic, at 185 kudos!

I also wrote an OG story for NaNoWriMo! At 23k, Wander Witch is by far my longest story (the next longest is under 9k).

After a bit of being stuck, I got started again by writing continuations of @gabessquishytum's asks! Thank you to Gabe and to all the anons and contributors who allowed me to post their parts of the story!

Asmi, @weirdly-specific-but-ok, argued that he does not have a fandom, so (with permission) I proved him wrong by writing fanfic where he meets Crowley and the Maggot Fam. I love you, Asmi and the maggots!

Heading on an Adventure, the story of Rose and Orpheus' road trip, led to a series of library adventures for Lucienne (often featuring Meowpheus), starting with The Library Cat and continuing in the Lucienne my Beloved series.

I wanted more Lucienne and Walkers content, so I started a side blog, @lucienne-my-beloved, and am open to prompts there! On ao3, the series is called ficlets for lucienne.

Hob Meets the Doctor June 7, 2389 and The line I will not cross and the line I will (Gaulcienne) are my space fics, and I am unreasonably happy about them!

I'm now writing for @augustwritingchallenge! (They got me over 100 in my wips a week or two ago!) I combined prompts so you'll see a fic every 2-5 days in various series and fandoms, including Good Omens (Aug 30) and Dead Boy Detectives (soon).

And my 100th fic! Why are you whispering? a Jed and Rose fic for the late night call prompts. Woohoo!

Thank you so much to everyone who has supported my fandom journey! I'm the least depressed one in my long covid cohort, due to your support and friendship! I cherish every kudo and comment and bookmark and reblog, and the art and fics you all create as well!

[m1d-45]

upon a hair-thin wire

summary: the hunt for the imposter has led to inazuma, and the shogunate falls back on their best detective: doushin shikanoin.

word count: ~1.9k

-> warnings: minor spoilers for inazuma archon quest, sorry to anybody that has kokomi / doesn’t have heizou, kokomi is probably ooc whoops

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x || @esthelily

< masterlist >

to most, being called into kujou sara’s office by the woman herself is a death sentence.

to heizou? it’s just another tuesday.

her face is harsh as she tells him to take this case seriously, that the shogun herself has asked him to look into it. the plain folder is unassuming, if a little more full than the usual cold cases he’s handed, but the intensity in sara’s eyes is enough to kill any sarcastic remarks.

he takes the folder with a nod and retreats to his office, brushing off some of the dust from his desk. he rarely uses it, typically just taking his work home and solving it over dinner, but this…

his intuition tells him that something major is hidden between the bland beige of the folder, that some large secret awaits him behind the chains of liars.

he flicks on the light—and sends a puff of anemo to clean off the bulb—and sits down, shivering slightly as he sets down the new case. he pulls out his notepad, and a pen—two things he hadn’t used in ages, preferring to keep information solely in his mind. still, he keeps one hand there, opening the case with the other.

green eyes flash with horror.

its rare for heizou to be tired.

he’s usually good at pacing himself, even on the tough cases that make him want to stay up all night chasing something that’s just out of reach. even then, it’s rare something is both that complex and that appealing; what is a cold case to a genius detective, other than just another tuesday?

still, his hands are cramped—this is why he doesn’t take notes, he thinks—and he has a headache, probably because the light keeps flickering from disuse. his desk is covered with papers instead of dust, the remarkable amount of evidence the tenryou has gathered spread out. he’s long since abandoned the chair, instead preferring to pace around the desk, swapping out the papers in his hands as he tries to chase any lead he can.

anything to lead him to you.

it’s impressive, almost, how the kujou commission could list the exact time they spotted you on the docks, and yet never catch you. every paper is a lead, a small, hairline thread that could lead somewhere, but never do. a few link together—the fact that villagers in konda reported somebody of similar height and build running through the area, and wakamurisaka saying the same—but it was a whole lot of nothing.

it’s suspected you utilize magic. no further evidence.

it’s told you’re an alchemist. nobody says why.

he’s told you’ve somehow replicated a divine aura, something that should be impossible. nobody gives any reasoning for it.

it’s as funny as it is irate.

the light above him flickers twice, rapidly, then dies with a slow hiss. he sighs, throwing his papers onto his desk, and turns off the light switch. pulling open the curtains to his office does little, but it’ll have to do.

heizou turns back to his desk, reaching for his discarded papers, but pauses. in his anger, he’d knocked one page off another, ones he didn’t even know were stacked. he carefully pulls the new page out of the mess, moving near the window to see better.

and just like that, the listless threads coalesce into a rope.

heizou pulls.

watatsumi island is lovely year-round.

it was easy enough to get there, sara easily allowing him to travel after he mentioned it was for the case.

(it wasn’t easy, she had glared at him and threatened to throw him in front of the shogun herself if he was lying, but that was a pretty tame threat coming from her targeting him.)

showing up in front of the shrine out of nowhere would likely raise some alarms, so he opted for the waypoint by the village instead, gliding down towards the path. he walked quickly, opting not to stop and talk to (interrogate) the farmer he passed, keeping a quick pace.

the two guards usually at the entrance were missing, likely because of the higher profile target they were assigned to, but it was still eerie to walk in without any fuss.

the village was fairly empty, likely because it was approaching dusk, and he was able to move through most of it with little more than a few odd looks. it was strange; he’d walked through the village as a formality, but now he was wondering if he should have saved himself the time and gone straight for the shrine.

it’s only just before the bridge leading over that he’s stopped by a guard, and even then it’s only one. strange, as he could have sworn they patrolled in pairs.

the guard—heizou scraped his memory for his name, but came up short—planted himself in his way, tapping his spear against the path. “halt. what is your purpose here?”

“i’m looking for somebody,” he said simply. the guard didn’t seem to react, only staring and waiting for more information.

heizou sighed, pulling the official scroll from his side. he flashed the seal on it, “orders from the shogun herself. i need to speak with the priestess.”

the guard didn’t budge, though his hand tightened on his spear. nerves, maybe? but what did he have to be afraid for…

“then i suggest you wait here. i’ll pass on your message to-“

“hiroyuki? what’s going on here?”

he turned, startled, at the call of his name, and heizou looked over the approaching general. he didn’t seem to be prepared for battle, lacking his usual armor, but he could never be too sure. nonetheless, he returned the nod pointed his way.

“general gorou! what brings you out here so late? shouldn’t you…?”

gorou nodded. so they were hiding something. “i heard somebody from the tenryou commission was here and figured i should stop by. detective, what are you doing here?”

heizou crossed his arms, noting the lack of response. and they expected violence? “i’ve been assigned a case straight from the shogun herself, regarding the current… situation.” gorou’s ear flicked. “to be blunt, i’ve found that the likelihood of the fake taking refuge here to be rather high. i’m not accusing anybody of anything for now, it’s just a statistic, but i would like to ask a few questions.”

another nod. “i see. while i can assure you that nobody at watatsumi island is going against the creator’s orders-“ that’s a rather specific wording “-i understand your duty. hiroyuki, let kokomi know we’re coming.”

the guard gaped. “i- general, are you-?”

“go.”

a silent message passed between them, ending with hiroyuki’s nod and hurried retreat, the bridge swaying lightly as he rushed across it.

heizou watched, ensuring he was going to the shrine. “tensions high?”

“nobody likes seeing an officer around here. with me.”

his words were unnaturally curt, cut short like he didn’t want to talk. he got it, he was a detective for the shogunate that had stirred up some trouble before, but all was well that ended well, right?

(would it?)

he followed gorou across the bridge, noting the almost leisurely pace he took. clearly, they had something to hide, but was it what he was looking for? he didn’t seem surprised when he brought up the hunt…

and then there was the topic of his responses… ‘nobody at watatsumi island is going against the creator’s orders’ answered a total of zero of his questions, and deflected all of them. it didn’t specify anything about the shogun’s orders, nor did it address his accusations of harboring a fugitive. he’d be impressed if it didn’t sound rehearsed.

…’rehearsed’-

the guard by the waypoint nodded at gorou as they approached, shockingly not asking for identification. yes, he likely knew who heizou was, but at least for formality’s sake…

the air grew thicker as they walked over the bridge to the shrine, something heavy weighing on his shoulders. he thought it might be the humidity from the fountains, but all of watatsumi tended to be more humid anyway, and surely he wouldn’t notice now?

gorou knocked a pattern onto the door and heizou coughed as subtly as he could into his hand. the air was thick, taught with a tension he’s never felt and only barely remembers. it was something akin to an office of an authority yet without any of the bite, like he was facing something he feared but was overall harmless, his heart picking up as the air continued to thin-

the door swung inward, the smile on kokomo’s face not quite reaching her eyes. “welcome to the shrine. come in.”

the air inside was warm, nearly hot where he passed by kokomi. something about the room was wrong- right? he couldn’t tell, he could barely think over his heart in his ears, overwhelming familiarity dampening his senses even though he’s never truly been inside the shrine-

a hand landed on his shoulder and he jumped, turning to meet the priestess’ worried eyes. “detective?”

something was off about her. her hand, despite the cool silk, was warm on his skin. something about the concern on her face was familiar, reminiscent of someone he didn’t know but did remember. he flipped through his memory once, twice, three times, but couldn’t pin down why. the closest he got was when he was wished, when the light of his god burned bright in his soul and pulled him into it, leaving him stranded in a sea of stars and- oh-

’alchemy’ made sense now. it certainly felt like magic.

“i think…” his mouth was dry and the warmth in the air was localizing, pointing him past kokomi and towards a door. “i think i’m mistaken, priestess.”

kokomi’s hand fell from his shoulder, the trace remnants of divinity slipping away with it. how interesting, he thought numbly, that simply being near a god could imprint their aura into your skin.

“are you certain? you seemed quite convinced earlier.”

“no, i… i’m certain.” heizou’s hands flexed at his sides, his eyes flicking to the door without his meaning to. his mind raced, but nothing seemed to stick for very long, everything flaking away before he could grasp onto anything solid. “there’s no criminals here, least of all anything… fraudulent.”

kokomi’s eyes flashed. she shifted slightly on her feet, adjusting so more of the door was behind her, and clasped her hands in front of her. “i’m glad to hear it, detective. i send the tenryou my regards, and wish you best of luck finding what you’re looking for.”

he nodded again, sharp wit long since dulled.

“the best of luck to you as well, priestess.”

[silverbladexyz]

Can you do Kaeya with a character who has a traumatic past and like how he comforts them?

Hello there! Thank you for requesting 💗 Reader's past isn't specified, and this is my first time writing for him, so sorry if it's bad :')

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to its original owner.

TW: Mentions of trauma

Kaeya comforting reader with a traumatic past (platonic)

-I think how he comforts you actually depends on how close you are with him

-If you are only acquaintances, Kaeya will most likely offer you some words of support, letting you know that he's more than happy to be there for you even if he didn't know you that well

-But let's say that you are good friends with him. Kaeya as a friend is fun, charming, witty, interesting, and never fails to make you laugh and keep you hooked in a conversation

-It isn't long before he knows nearly all of your secrets; he has a charm that makes people tell him everything without a lot of effort from him. While he may tease you a bit on some of your more embarrassing secrets, he won't use them for any bad stuff

-But one thing you never told him was your traumatic past. While you loved him almost like a brother, there are some things that even the closest siblings don't share with each other. Whenever somebody brought up the topic of your past, you merely deflected the question with a well-constructed lie that pretty much satisfied most people

-Kaeya isn't fooled by your lies; he does the same too whenever his past is brought up. He notices how you slightly avoid eye contact when you lie, and he also notices how your voice wavers just the slightest bit when it is almost unnoticeable

-As we all know, he is an expert at reading people, so after a few interactions and observations, he is pretty much able to deduce that you had a traumatic past of some sort, and you wanted to keep it hidden from everyone else

-He won't ask you or pry too much about your past. He himself had a pretty traumatising one as well, and he knows perfectly well how things like these were preferred to be kept a secret. However, just because you might not tell him doesn't mean that he couldn't do anything to help you. After he's figured it out, he'll just slightly, slightly, be more softer around you, and might even aid you with some more of your stuff

-Kaeya will also spend more time around you too. You were going to take on a commission? Nice, he's going with you too. You needed help? He's there to support you and help you. You needed some advice? Ask no more, because Kaeya is full of some of the best advice in Mondstadt. It is basically his way of telling you that he's there for you, even if it's hidden in the most common actions such as always remembering to check up on you and indirectly complimenting you more as well

-It is most likely you that will tell him about your past, when you are finally ready. You see, even when Kaeya doesn't want to ask you in fear that you'll be upset, part of him is still curious on what had happened to you way before you met him

-So when you finally tell him, he's unusually silent. The teasing and calculating side of him is gone; instead, you see a much softer and empathetic Kaeya, that not even his other friends in the Knights of Favonius had the privilege of seeing

-He is a smooth talker with a silver tongue, yet each word that falls out of his mouth now is genuine. Kaeya still keeps his usual light and clear voice, but it is laced with comfort and love akin to that of a brother

'Hey... I know it's been tough for you. You didn't deserve to go through all of that. Nobody does. But I'm proud of you, you know that? Despite what you've went through, despite having faced all sorts of horrible and unspeakable things, you still fought on. Like a true warrior. And please, talk to me if you are ever in need of a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. Afterall, what am I if I can't even help my dear friend and drinking buddy?~ Alright, jokes aside, what I'm saying is that you don't have to deal with this alone. I'll be here for you, always.'

-He'll lightly put his hand on your shoulder and give it a small reassuring squeeze. His fingers are slightly cold; they're always cold due to his cryo vision, but the smile that he's giving you is warm and gentle

-After that, Kaeya is still his usual self around you, but he is slightly more protective of you. He doesn't want you to go through even more pain that you've already experienced, so safe to say that he'll be hanging around with you more now. Even if he's away for a mission, he'll still ask someone to make sure that you were safe

-His presence was something that you look forward to more everyday now; just knowing that he will always be there when you need him lights a beacon in your once dark world

-You couldn't have met another friend that was like Kaeya. And Kaeya could say the same about you too

So how did I go with writing Kaeya's personality? He's kind of a hard character for me to grasp, but feel free to leave advice for improvement :)

@circinuus @chuuyas-beloved @dazaiyohane @overlysour @i-just-like-goats

[dirtywrestling]

Hatred to Lust - Seth Rollins (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Melanie

Summary: Melanie is the General Manager of Raw. Malanie and Seth Rollins do not like each other but clearly have feelings for one another only to lead to hot sex in her office.

Warnings: 18+, General Manager!Melanie, Arguing, Fighting, Smut, Foul Language, Rough Sex, Office Sex, Oral (Reader Receiving), Light Spanking, Eating Out Creampie, Minors DNI

Word Count: 2,113

“How could you be so fucking heartless?” A deep voice snarled in my direction.

 Looking up from my phone I arched an eyebrow towards the Kingslayer, Seth Rollins. The man had a reputation here on Raw, he was the golden boy of the company some would say. I wouldn’t say he was anything special, but he did make the ratings skyrocket and money into the business. I sighed, clicking the button on the side of my phone to lock it. I shoved it into my pocket. “What do you want, Rollins?” The annoyance in my voice should have warned him I was in no mood to deal with his brattiness.

“I want to know why you made Ambrose turn against me!” He snapped, holding the Intercontinental and tag team title close to his sweaty body. 

“We need a storyline between you two. Plus, why does it matter? You got your gold, be happy. Most of these guys would literally kill you to have that around their waist. Now,” I pulled my phone out once more, remembering I had unfinished business on there. I unlocked my phone, “if you’ll excuse me.” I turned away from the superstar and started to walk down the hallway, my heels clicking against the tile floor. 

“Wait, no.” He quickly followed me, grabbing my wrists, spinning me around to become face to face with him. “Why’d you make Ambrose turn on me the night Roman announces he has leukemia?” There was anger and sorrow in his eyes.

Looking into Rollin’s hazel eyes, seeing the fire in them made me realize maybe doing this storyline tonight was a bad idea. We just got news that Roman has cancer and would be out for a long time, while he recovered, Dean and Seth just did win Tag Team Titles, it was a good night. Why couldn’t I have just left it at that? The man before me was clearly heartbroken about it. 

“Rollins please, it wasn’t my idea.” I tried to convince him, the writers thought it would be a great idea to keep the fans watching.

“Bullshit.” He snapped, his grip on my wrist tightened, making me wince in pain.

“Seth you’re hurting me.” I cried out, grabbing at his wrist trying to pry him off of me.

Seth looked down, his eyes softening up as he let go. “You’re the General Manager, most of this stupid shit is your idea.” Sadness filled my eyes as he insulted my work. 

“I did it because it would bring the ratings up and you turned on the Shield so why not have Ambrose go heel and turn on you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring up at him. “Face it Rollins, your time is coming up, it’s Ambrose’s time to shine.” I snarled at the superstar. The fire in his eyes flamed up once again, redness appeared on his cheeks and neck along with the tip of his ears. Grabbing my hand again he pulled me into my office. “What the hell, Rollins?”

Seth locked the door and faced me. “I’m so sick and tired of your shit, somebody needs to teach you a lesson and it looks like that somebody is me.” He tossed the two titles on the nearest chair. “Bend over your desk.” He demanded, standing tall in front of me.

“Excuse me?” I laughed in his face. “Move, Rollins I’m not playing games. I have a show to run.” I tried to push him out of my way, he wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t make me tell you again, Melanie.” Seth’s eyes pierced down at me, nearly making me scared of him.

Gulping nervously, I slowly stepped backwards, away from him and towards my desk. Papers and other items scattered over the surface. I did what he demanded me to do, bending over the smooth oak desk. My stomach and breast pressed against some loose pencils and papers and other office supplies. Seth slowly stalked behind me, clearing everything off of the desk with one swift sweep of his hand. Everything clanked loudly on the floor, making me flinch from the noise.

“Always so organized.” He chuckled. Kicking my ankles apart, making my legs spread out a bit more. “Always wearing the tightest skirts.” He pushed up my mini skirt over my ass. “Naughty girl, no panties.” His hand came down onto my ass, making me jolt forward with a slight yelp. Grabbing my hair, pulling me up so my back was now against his chest. “As much as I love seeing your breasts in these…” He grabbed my dress shirt and tore it off, buttons flying in different directions as my breasts bounced free from the tight confinement. 

Seth tossed the torn fabric somewhere in the office. “You look so sexy with those heels on.” Seth growled, admiring my half naked body. “I think I’ll fuck you with them on.” 

“You’re going to fuck me?” I gasped, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down onto the desk once more, my cheek pinned against the cool surface. 

“Of course I’m going to fuck you.” He licked his lips, tracing my naked body with his rough hand. “Always getting me so fucking hard whenever I argue with you.” My eyes widen to feel his crotch pump up against my ass, only for me to realize he was hard underneath his wrestling pants.

“So you do argue with me on purpose!” I just realized why he would argue with me about the scripts for Raw or anything else he would bitch and complain with me about literally anything!

“That’s just between you and me, sweetheart.” He growled in my ear, his teeth sinking into my ear lobe and tugged slightly. “So, I’ve decided that I’m going to fuck the little attitude out of you.” Kicking off his wrestling boots he pushed his wrestling pants around his ankles. His large erection rubbed up against the slit of my entrance. 

Turning my head slightly, I looked over my shoulder to see Seth fisting his cock, pumping it slowly in his hands while the tip of his cock nudged up against my opening. “No touching.” He let go of his hard cock, grabbing my wrist and placing them on the sides of the table. “This is a punishment.” I whined at his demands. “No whining.” He added in.

“So what can I do?” I huffed, my cheek against the cool oak once more.

“How about you relax and enjoy my cock?” Seth grabbed both of my cheeks, spreading them slightly and guided the tip of his cock past my wet lips, the teasing of his cock head made me squirm a bit. “Quit moving.” He grunted , gripping my waist with his rough hands. His cock slowly inching its way into my pussy. 

“Fuck!” I squealed out, my pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, when Seth pulled out a low moan escaped his lips. 

“So fucking wet.” He hissed out in pleasure, he put more pressure on my hips, pinning them against the wooden desk as he moved his hips faster. Grateful that I had my heels on, I was a bit more taller for him to pound into me. Down side, the heels were killing my ankles as I was on my tip toes. The thought of my ankles hurting left my thoughts as Seth hit up against my g-spot.

“Right there, yes!” My nails dug into the edge of the desk, leaving little crescent moons markings. 

“That’s it baby, keep screaming for me.” Seth’s right hand left my waist, giving my ass a sharp slap, leaving a red hand print. 

“Ah, Seth!” I gritted my teeth and arched my back in pain.

“Fuck, Mel.” I shivered at how he growled out my name. His pace picked up, skin against skin echoed throughout the small office, moans spilled from our  lips, possibly being heard from down the hallways if anyone walked by, but I didn’t care. With the stress built up from shows or being depressed because I’ve been away from my family for too long, I needed this. I needed something to make me forget even if this was just a one time thing.

“You going to come for me, princess?” He growled, gripping at my hair tightly and gave it a tug. 

“Y- Yes, yes, I’m so fucking close.” I squealed, my lower belly clenched, my walls squeezed around Seth’s cock. My whole body felt as if it was on fire, I started to see black spots. Wailing out my release, squirting on his cock, making it easier for his thickness to slide in and out of me, the sound of wetness squelched with each pump from Seth’s cock entering me. The sound made my eyes flutter and just made me imagine how much I came around his cock. My walls tightened even more, milking Seth. 

Seth roared out a moan, his come gushing into my pussy, he pushed his cock deep into me one last time, pushing the mixture of our come further inside of my womb. His semi soft cock slowly pulled out of my drenched pussy. “Hmm, what a fucking sight.” Seth pulled my cheeks apart, watching our juices drip out of my hole and down my inner thigh. He crouched down, his warm tongue hitting my sensitive skin, licking the dripping juices. “It tastes so sweet, like cherries.” He licked his lips, pushing his tongue in between my folds, getting another sample. 

Seth moaned as he pulled away from me. I squirmed at the position I was in. “Seth, please.” My face became heated with slight embarrassment. I didn’t think he’d admire the mess in between my legs face to face. I squealed loudly, curling my toes as I felt Seth’s soft tongue glaze over my sensitive clit all the way back to my drenching hole. The tip of his tongue swirled around my entrance, I tried to force him off of my overstimulated pussy by crawling away.

“Stop fighting it.” Seth growled like a hungry animal, pulling my waist back into his face as his tongue darted in and out of my cunt, collecting all of our fluids out of me.

“Fuck, wait, you’re- you’re gonna make me come again.” My cunt squeezed around his tongue, I tried to push him away as my stomach tightened but my pussy begged for a break.

“Give it to me, give it to me now.” Seth’s beard scratched against my sensitive skin, making me push my ass back against his face, moaning at how the feelings of his whiskered beard felt against my pussy lips. His tongue kept lapping over and over at the same spot that made my eyes flutter shut. 

“Oh god, Seth. Yes!” I cried out, getting enough strength I reached my arms around and grabbed his hair, pushing him further into me, begging for his tongue to dive deeper. Another loud soundwave of my moans bounced off the walls as I crumbled down onto the desk, my orgasm washing over as I squirted on his tongue, forcing out the first orgasm fluids and his onto his taste buds.

He pulled away and stood up. “Fuck, I need to stop before I get hard again.” He laughed, running his hand through his sweaty long hair. He usually had it up in a neat bun but tonight in a long time it was down for once.

The both of us got dressed in silence. “So, what does this make us?” I asked, swallowing hard. I was scared that he would say it was only a one time thing or this meant nothing.

“Whatever you wanted it to be, I guess.” He shrugged, shoving his foot into one of his wrestling boots.

“Even, girlfriend and boyfriend?” I questioned, biting my lower lip as I scratched the back of my neck, I didn’t make eye contact with him scared he’d laugh in my face.

“Is that what you want?” He walked towards me. I nodded, my eyes still casted on the floor. He gripped at my chin and made me look up at him. “Then, I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” He chuckled, leaning down and planting a kiss on my lips. “You need a ride to the next city?” 

“Y- Yeah.” I was slightly dazed and light headed from the intense fucking and the sweet kiss he gave me.

“Great, finish getting dressed and we’ll leave in ten.” With that he walked out of my office, leaving me half dressed and my hair messy and mattered. I licked my lips, tasting the residue from our juices. He was right, it did taste like cherries.

Seth Rollins' Masterlist

[bethanydelleman]

Margaret Dashwood: Is it canon?

Short answer: Margaret Dashwood basically isn’t in the book, so it’s all fanon. She is mentioned 36 times total. Compare that to Mrs. Jennings at 234 and Mrs. Charlotte Palmer at 62.

Margaret Dashwood has a tree fort, a favourite atlas, sword fights with Edward, wants to be a pirate, has a pony, does puppetry, hides under things, etc.

Fanon (I’m using this term to cover adaptations and JAFF), not canon.  Here is the sum total of stuff we know about Margaret: Margaret, the other sister, was a good-humored, well-disposed girl; but as she had already imbibed a good deal of Marianne’s romance, without having much of her sense, she did not, at thirteen, bid fair to equal her sisters at a more advanced period of life.

Margaret Dashwood literally has no possessions mentioned in the novel. Also, unless he actually paid for it, Edward stole that atlas.

Margaret Dashwood bonds with Edward

Fanon, not canon. The only time we know that Margaret even speaks to Edward is when she opens the discussion on what they would do if they were all rich. Edward never actually replies to Margaret and he only mentions Marianne and Elinor in his speech

“I wish,” said Margaret, striking out a novel thought, “that somebody would give us all a large fortune apiece!”

“Oh that they would!” cried Marianne, her eyes sparkling with animation, and her cheeks glowing with the delight of such imaginary happiness.

“We are all unanimous in that wish, I suppose,” said Elinor, “in spite of the insufficiency of wealth.”

“Oh dear!” cried Margaret, “how happy I should be! I wonder what I should do with it!”

Marianne looked as if she had no doubt on that point.

“I should be puzzled to spend so large a fortune myself,” said Mrs. Dashwood, “if my children were all to be rich without my help.”

“You must begin your improvements on this house,” observed Elinor, “and your difficulties will soon vanish.”

“What magnificent orders would travel from this family to London,” said Edward, “in such an event! What a happy day for booksellers, music-sellers, and print-shops! You, Miss Dashwood, would give a general commission for every new print of merit to be sent you—and as for Marianne, I know her greatness of soul, there would not be music enough in London to content her. And books!—Thomson, Cowper, Scott—she would buy them all over and over again: she would buy up every copy, I believe, to prevent their falling into unworthy hands; and she would have every book that tells her how to admire an old twisted tree. Should not you, Marianne? Forgive me, if I am very saucy. But I was willing to show you that I had not forgot our old disputes.”

Margaret is not mentioned again in this conversation.

Margaret is rude to Fanny Dashwood

Fanon, not canon. Margaret doesn’t even have quoted speech until the Dashwoods are settled in Barton. I can’t even find an instance of Marianne being rude to Fanny or John, though we know she dislikes both of them.

What the heck is canon?

Margaret plays a few important roles. She that lets slip that Elinor has a lover left behind at Norland whose name is “F” to Sir John and Mrs. Jennings. Margaret is also the one who saw Willoughby request a lock of hair from Marianne, which she tells to Elinor. Margaret is also the one walking with Marianne when Marianne falls and is saved by Willoughby. She is the one who romantically calls Willoughby, “Marianne’s preserver”.

Her presence at home allows Marianne and Elinor to travel to London without leaving their mother to be lonely.

I think it is clever to use Margaret to make Edward more of a fleshed out character, but it’s not actually in the novel. Edward only says one single line of speech before the Dashwoods leave for Barton, this is it: “Devonshire! Are you, indeed, going there? So far from hence! And to what part of it?” For a visual medium, this just doesn’t work. You need to do something with Edward and both 1995 and 2008 used Margaret to help with the Edward problem.

[nick-close]

(/pos) I do genuinely like wondering what nick-close is up to— how the editing project is going, if the body pillow is commissioned— and then seeing you tear Ron apart for his behavior asgjm. I’m a fan of Ron, but fundamentally he is an ass, especially early on and even to Glenn, who is king of minding his own business and keeping opinions to himself in contrast.

That said and asking out of my own curiosity, what is your opinion on Ron and Glenn’s friendship, especially after the MB prison arc? The story has Ron being the first to hug Glenn after prison and defending Glenn wanting to kill his father, amongst how I interpret Ron’s response to Glenn’s death. Do you feel like Ron makes up for his earlier behavior towards Glenn? (I feel like Ron could have always done more, but I would like to hear how a Glenn fan interprets it.)

Oh I do actually like Ron that’s the secret plot twist!!! Even if it doesn’t sound like it sometimes lol.

To be honest, I actually think despite being upset at the whole battleaxe thing from Ron, Glenn is consistently Ron’s best friend when it comes to the series! Like he does the least amount of shit to him in my eyes. And especially after the MB arc, like you said- not only do we see Ron hug Glenn first, but Ron also specifically keeps Glenn as himself in his mind when the other two are dogs. I know that might’ve been a goof, but that’s still meaningful.

I think that ultimately Ron thinks Glenn is cool. And I think that they have a connection in the way that like… Henry needs to talk out issues all the time, Darryl wants problem solve- but Ron and Glenn ultimately don’t try to discuss or solve each others problems. I especially bring this up when the other two are dogs- it’s a way of specifically avoiding long conversation around the trauma he endured to just have somebody there for them. Ron and Glenn both just like being around somebody else- that’s what they need. Ron might make an out of place comment from time to time- but still.

I think Ron did suck towards Glenn early on, he sucked towards everyone- and I haven’t done a full relisten so I could be missing something. But I do think that their relationship is ultimately very positive in a way that they both need from somebody. I also think that neither of them are very judgemental? As much as I love Henry and Darryl, to again use them as an example- if you tell them some heavy trauma it’s still gonna make them uncomfortable. Like they don’t know how to talk about that right away. They know the realistic implications of what you said. I think Ron doesn’t get the real implications- which actually makes him view Glenn’s trauma in a much lighter way? Which, that can be shitty if it’s used to undermine him- but I think it’s actually good when it comes to Glenn- who’s main coping mechanism is making light or jokes off of his own trauma. Sometimes you need someone to play along instead of get awkward, quiet, and apologetic.

I think Glenn is a similar way with Ron too- though he is more grounded. Like he does get that it’s fucked up- but above that he’s an expert at not killing the vibes. Again, not always a good thing- but Ron has Henry and Darryl for the emotional side of things and Glenn- despite popular opinion- knows when to shut up. Glenn is very good at shutting up when it’s not his time to speak. If Ron needs to address some shit, he knows Henry can do a better job- but if Ron clearly doesn’t wanna deal with that? He’s the guy to lighten a dark situation.

Those are my thoughts, thank you for the ask!! Sorry for my Ron posting lol I like him I promise <3

[gummy-axolotl]

hey, as someone who has both been on the buying and and the selling end of commision work

... how does that go down, exactly? Good sites, payment, conversations? if you're okay sharing

~somebody who wants/needs to get into commission work soon

I have never sold a commission to someone I didn't know, so I am not sure how that works exactly. They've all been friends or friends of my mother.

But in an attempt to be more professional, I set myself up on Fiverr to make commissions easier. I'm not sure if it's the best site, I might try something else later.

I think ko-fi is also a good place? But I think you need a PayPal to use it, so I haven't set one up yet.

As for payment outside of websites, I usually use CashApp, since it's very simple to use. I should probably get a PayPal, but I haven't gotten around to it...

As for conversations, I basically copied what @/bonniecupcake did when I bought a commission. Send the sketch, ask if they need any edits. Then do the lineart, ask for edits again, etc. depends on how complex your art will be.

I also make sure to HEAVILY WATERMARK anything beyond a sketch. To avoid theft and scams. I know it isn't likely, especially if you know the person, but it's a good practice to have, to be safe :)

And of course, be nice!! You want people to like you so they'll come back. But don't be too nice. You have no obligation to negotiate prices- set what you think is fair. Don't go lower because they gave you puppydog eyes.

I'm not super experienced with commissions yet, but I hope this advice is helpful!!

Link if you wanna buy a commission from me I guess 👉👈

[seraphsfire]

New kitties update!

Hello everybody meet one of my new toddlers, Jade! I'm excited to tell you guys all about them!

She was a little shy but completely imprinted on me within the first 12 hours or so from first meeting her ;-; she has a lot of personality similarities with Xeno, she loves pets and scratches, will walk on everything, and follows me everywhere except when she is napping underneath my bed. She even sleeps next to me at night already ;-; She has no teeth bc she has like a thousand allergies and was allergic to her own tooth plaque and got sick from it so she had to have all her teeth taken out ;-; she also has dermatitis because she had fleas at one point and was allergic to the fleas and patches of her fur fell out ;-;

but i've been putting olive oil on her food and giving her plenty of hydration so after only one day her skin is already barely flaky anymore, she's itching less, and her coat feels silkier.

She's the most beautiful, sweet little goblin doll baby, her eyes are this stunning grayish-green that i've never seen in a cat before and when she's in good lighting (and holding still, which is also difficult to get her to do lol) I will take closer pictures of her.

I'm exhausted but my anxiety and depression have gone down drastically from being able to pet her, feeling her purring next to me when I sleep, and hearing her eating in the mornings.

My other child is still working on feeling comfortable in the house, he was a feral cat so I am slowly socializing him and I haven't gotten to pet him yet or look at him closely because he's been hiding under the bed. But today when I put my hand under the bed with treats in it, he ate them out of my hand and didn't run away, and has been coming into the kitchen when Jade and i are hanging out a few feet away on the couch, and actually walked up when i was sitting down just now to look at me, so he's making huge progress after only a day for a kitty that was so terrified of everything that they actually put him on anxiety medication skdfsdhgdhg

He's so beautiful too, he's a cream point medium haired siamese mix, he's huge and a similar width to Xeno but has a more angular face and is a lot Longer (almost twice the size of Jade lol). I named him Sunfyre after a GoT dragon because he does look fiery and kind of like a dragon too, and so I can call him Sunny for short.

I was so worried because I wasn't able to separate them at all since my bed is huge and Sunny wouldn't come out, and they did yowl and fight a little bit with each other last night but actually otherwise they're not aggressive or fearful of each other at all and will walk by each other calmly as long as they have at least a foot and a half of space. I've been telling Jade she can't be mean to her new roommate and has to give him space because it's his house too lol.

I miss xeno so much and it does still feel like i'm babysitting somebody else's kitties but I can't wait to give them a happy, calm, and loving space to live in.

One of you donated $20 that really helped a lot, and I have a commission too! I am still taking commissions, please let me know your budget and I'll tell you what kind of art piece I can do for the amount! I'm open to almost anything. Thank you guys for all your financial support, I would not have been able to afford them otherwise so soon after all of Xeno's medical bills. I wasn't planning on getting more kitties so soon but I just saw their little faces and I knew they needed me even though my heart is still broken.

Also of course battling extreme exhaustion just from everything this past month really, the new babies have been keeping me up because I'm trying to do things periodically so they acclimate well. You guys can still donate if you want but you have been so generous so I don't want to keep clogging up ppls dashes with desperate donation posts if it's not an immediate emergency. I would much rather do a commission for you! I can work with any budget, even a few dollars ^^

I'm working on two larger pieces right now so it will be a few weeks for something big but I could get a few doodles for smaller budgets done soon-ish if that is something you're interested in!

You can pray/ send good thoughts and energy that I will get a job soon so I can give them a good life, and that their conjunctivitis from being in the shelter will clear up soon without having to traumatize them with a vet visit so soon after getting them used to so many new scary things.

Anyway, thank you. Love you all. One day if i ever get enough $ i really do hope to pay back your generosity, it's really helped me believe in the goodness of strangers again. and just mentally that is something that has been such a huge thing to experience after all the trauma and death i've been dealing with for like 4 years now.

For now I hope paying you back in kitty pictures will do!

[chickateeart]

"So you want to start blogging now...?"

I can hear my inner voice drawl.

Yes. Yes, I guess I do. Maybe?

I don't even remember the last time I wrote a blog post. I mean, sheesh - look at this place. Have you scrolled through it? I have. I've scrolled through it an awful lot the past few months. This space and other places I occupy (or used to, at least) on social media. As a result of having withdrawn completely from everyone online and offline, I've become increasingly critical of the person I chose to show online.. which began to extend to becoming critical of the person I was in real life.

"Is this person that I imagine myself to be or the person I imagine others want to see me be?"

Whoops - digging a little too deep now, so lemme hit the brakes and back it up a little. We will get there eventually (it's a theme I explore in my art and writing a lot, though you wouldn't know it), but how I perceive myself in public spaces isn't the point of this. What I wanted to say was that I've scrolled through this particular little piece of real estate I have here on tumblr and I realized that I never truly made this place my home. I never stopped long enough to slow down and make a nice welcoming space here - I would just drop my art or latest commission pricing and run.

How whack.

This is where I stretch my legs out and loosen up my grip on my carefully curated image, right? We get to talk shop here. I get to explain my art processes and my struggles and my successes and you can sit here and read

every.

single.

word.

and you'll be delighted.

Because why wouldn't you be, if you're here? Unless you're somebody new stumbling on this space, but let's be honest.. the only people here with me on my slice of tumblr are the bots, some rats, and possibly a friend or two if they're still around (hi! <3) - so basically everyone who is probably pretty well acquainted with me. You're likely quite delighted by little ol' me, if I know you as well as I think I do.

This is embarrassing...

Anyway... At this rate, I'm just rambling and getting my thoughts out on "paper". I keep a journal, but it's so much more "I do this for my mental health and I'll crumble if I don't do it" and while that's very important, I also need to nurture my deeply and horribly wounded creative spirit. I'm actually hoping using this tumblr and talking about my art will help give me a little accountability to my goals and make me feel more comfortable about sharing my art again at all.

The past couple of years have been difficult. I struggle to feel in touch with my art - the heart and message behind my creations and the voices that inspire my stories have all been strangled, held beneath muddy waters. Seriously! It's been a strangely desperate journey of rediscovering my voice and reclaiming even a sliver of my self-esteem - a journey that could certainly be told in a lovingly-crafted abstract animated film of some sort, if I were dedicated enough to do such a thing.. but even if I just type it out, one blog post at a time, maybe it's worth the embarrassment of vulnerability to share what's been rattling in this skull for so long.

That's it for tonight, but I hope I'll have a chance to catch you next week (or in a couple of weeks? Work has been utterly exhausting) when I share what I've been up to and vaguely what I'm planning. The loose plan right now is that, with any luck, a friend and I will be sharing a table at a local art fair in a few months. If that does happen, I wanna be ready with some pieces of work that I'm proud of, y'know? So, keep your eyes peeled. I'm looking forward to telling you all about it, okay? :)

♡Tee

P.S. I'm tagging these as "hey chickatee" because idk I think it's cute. Like you're saying "hello" to me by looking up the tag to catch the latest long-winded post by Yours Truly.

[pianogavinwrites]

gen, rated t, 9.1k

“The Commission has acquired a permanent quirk-erasing drug, through means which are unfortunately classified,” Mera said. “There is nothing that can change our present. We’re hoping, however, that with your cooperation there will be a world in which Touya does not grow up to help bring about the downfall of Japan.”

She didn’t want to cooperate. She was just a teacher, somebody entirely removed from the world of heroics and covert, middle-of-the-night operations. As she looked at each of the HPSC agents surrounding her, however, their eyes were cold and distant. This was just another mission to them. If she didn’t do this, they would send somebody back in her place and they would hurt her brother for crimes he hadn’t yet committed. “I’ll do it,” she said with certainty she did not feel.

-

All Fuyumi has ever wanted is the ability to change her family’s past, to take away the pain and grief that each of them has been forced to carry. WIth the assistance of the HPSC and a time travel quirk, she finally has the power to do something. She can ensure that some version of her family out there has the happy life she’s always dreamed of.

The only thing standing in her way is Touya’s quirk.

[teamrocketmemes]

[ LUXIEM 1ST ANNIVERSARY ] PART 2 

In honor of Luxiem’s first anniversary, this is a sentence starter from this Vox Akuma VOD where they reminisce about old phrases they all have said in a game format. I’m taking both the phrases discussed specifically as well as other funny quips said during the stream. Content warning for mild language. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.

“He’s preparing a feast for the eyes.”

“I just honk–”

“I turn into xQc when I’m drunk…”

“I just want a tiebreaker.”

“Farting in the Houses of Parliament should be allowed.”

“I’ve never heard this person say it but I know who it is.”

“I need to mega brain this.”

“I wanna give him an extra point just for that!!”

“He got style points.”

“Get in that chair, boy. I’m gonna start twerking.”

“It is a collab.”

“I’M TAKING THE BAIT!!!”

“All of the wise cracks and everything, [name] is giving us none of that because his raw concentration goes into his art.”

“Some letters are just impossible to draw with a mouse.”

“I keep on getting jebaited.”

“Half a sus.”

“Man, I hate being the host. I can’t draw amoguses.”

“Maybe I’ll treat you like my homework, slam you on the desk and do you all night.”

“How do you keep coming up with thess elaborate art pieces??”

“I think he’d make a great fun uncle one day.”

“Everyone knows about this. I regret it. I blame Hetalia and Tumblr. Let’s move on.”

“You may not repent for your sins. The internet is forever.”

“I definitely didn’t come up with this.”

“The slow fade in… Of the monkey…”

“I’m just a stupid boy and I’m learning.”

“I need the originator.”

“I don’t know if [name] is thinking or drawing or both at the same time.”

“I love that this implies he can’t do both.”

“He’s commissioning somebody to draw this for him.”

“There’s no way I could come up with something that hilarious on the fly.”

“Much to my dismay, I am cockless.”

“I had to restart my whole canvas. It was lagging.”

“This man is acting as though paint has layers.”

“This man needs to put his ambitions aside for the good of the game.”

“Oh yes, papi, skin me!”

“What does papi even mean??”

“It’s their equivalent of the word Daddy.”

“If this is me, I’m going to eat my own toes.”

“We pronounce it in the most dumb way you can imagine.”

“I reverted back to… My mind.”

“We gotta express ourselves through paint.”

“What we’re witnessing right now is [name]’s schizophrenia zone.”

“Wait— This is not what the Tactical Nuke icon looks like.”

“Is that a chair or is that a toilet??”

“If Santa isn’t real, who fucked my wife??”

“Aren’t you scared of some guy coming in your house??”

“No, because he was getting me a Nintendo.”

“He never gave me a loving family.”

“Do you need to have a conversation with somebody?? Are you ok??”

“I keep screaming but God won’t answer.”

“This sounds like Grade A dodging the question.”

“I mean, no one dodges better than [name].”

“I gotta fix my work real quick.”

“I literally found out recently why you can’t see Santa Claus.”

“He knows when you’re awake.”

“Is that your thought process??”

“Booba booba booba.”

“He’s forgetting his own history.”

“Burning hotter than YOUR MOM.”

“Is this a bait??”

“It’s always guys from Birmingham.”

“He’s very delicately flicking [name]’s hair.”

“It makes sense number-wise but in practicality not so much.”

“I mate sometimes. I’ll mate you.”

“OOOOOOH I thought it was talking about chess.”

“I’VE NEVER SEEN IT IN ENGLISH.”

“Lick me and let me explode inside your mouth.”

“I panicked and I gave you guys the answer.”

“READING A LINE FROM A GAME ISN’T MY QUOTE.”

“My people have a saying… Live laugh love.”

“Live laugh ligma.”

“You’re not doing the Krabby Patty thing.”

“WE’RE FROZEN!! THEY CAN’T SEE HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM!!”

“I’m so glad that I destroyed [name]’s mood.”

[therealbrainlessshow]

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It can be about medicine and you can rewrite Dr Zhivago or Grey's Anatomy.

Make it about cops and write your own version of Law & Order or NYPD Blue.

Do you prefer secret agents? 007, Jason Bourne, Annie Walker and Evelyn Salt now have a new path to follow. In the PC Visual Novel of your choice.

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Welcome to the realm of "The Commission 1920," a PC game that isn't just a game, it's your canvas to write the next Amazon Original TV series.

"The Commission 1920" places you at the heart of a Prohibition-era setting, where you become a part of the criminal underworld.

Your choices influence the course of the game, which is the same thing as writing a plot for each episode. With each decision, you script the fate of your character and the world around them.

Develop your characters exactly the same way that a writer shapes the characters on a show. "The Commission 1920" allows you to define your hero’s path.

Will they be a ruthless mob boss or a cunning negotiator? A public figure or operate from the shadows?

The game unfolds like a series, with each mission or task resembling an episode.

Every choice shapes their personality, alliances, and enemies. Driving you toward the next episode ending cliffhanger.

The tension and drama escalate, mirroring the pacing of a TV series, keeping you ready to binge write/watch the next installment.

You've got a virtual world with ethical choices that carry significant weight. Does that sound like any show you've watched or should I say every show you've watched?

Every decision alters relationships and impacts the storyline.

Decide the fate of a rival or choose between loyalty and personal gain, the consequences echo throughout the game/season 1.

Wake up your imagination when you take a deep dive into the visuals and atmosphere. The architecture and costumes. Hear the soundtrack. Immerse yourself in the era and taste the flavor.

Playing "The Commission 1920" isn't just about completing missions; it's about weaving your own intense, episodic TV series.

Do you build and expand your criminal empire by any means necessary? Everyone knows violence is bad for business but sometimes there's no way around it. You’ll need to protect yourself by putting cops, judges and politicians on the payroll. Can you trust them? Maybe you won’t know until season 2.

So many visual novel adventures to choose from. So many scenes to be played. So many episodes to be written.

Because remember, you're not just playing a game, you're taking a journey into the director's chair of your own thrilling drama.

When you describe this rush to your coworkers they’ll want to know what channel it’s on.

Now go ahead and get started on the speech for when you accept the Emmy.

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Read the article now: Does Your Makeup Kit Need An Overhaul?

We are experiencing a new season, so some of our products won’t be used again until spring. As spring is a while away, that can leave our makeup kit very dull. Our favourite products no longer fit into the vibe of the colder months, and we want to go on a shopping spree. You may need to overhaul your makeup kit if this sounds like you.

Are you somebody who likes painting your face with a little of this and a little of that? Do you have that impatient bug awaiting some brush and bling? Are you yearning for that perfect antidote to dark circles? I’m here to tell you that all your prayers have been answered!

Humble Beginnings

Using makeup is a hobby for some and a passion for others. For the passionate, makeup is an art that requires the proper knowledge of technique and tools. This article will be your step-by-step guide that you can refer to whenever you have any doubts or queries about the whole process.

Cleansers For Your Kit

Let’s begin with a skin-friendly cleanser that helps prevent acne and dead skin, ensuring a replenished skin tone. Say hello to the F-Balm Electrolyte Waterfacial by Drunk Elephant. This face mask is recommended by reputable sources to clear your skin just before applying makeup. Next in line is the moisturiser, which is the most important.

Moisturise & Conceal

Cetaphil by Nestle Skincare is a highly reliable moisturiser, especially when it comes to affordability, the reduction of dark spots and maintaining your soft glow.

Dark Peach by Bobbi Brown is here to conceal all your dark marks and make you shine through. Getting the inch-perfect one is a herculean task, but this one matches almost all skin tones and works as a makeup primer.

Foundation & Application

Vitalumiere by Chanel comes in 10 shades for the foundation range. Whilst it is not the most competitive line (Fenty Beauty with 40), it is still one of the finest. Also, a Chanel purchase is on your wish list for everyone who loves beauty. Foundations are much easier to get a hold of than bags, so why not start small?

Then come the brushes and the blenders, which have the most variety when it comes to cosmetics. The Glow Professional Wooden Handle Makeup brushes have been crafted in a traditional wooden design, giving your kit a royal look. The bristles are well-spaced and have a smoothly blended look, but ensure you clean them every four days as that guarantees long-lasting effects.

The Maybelline New York Facestudio Makeup Blender is the most comfortable. It is washable and cushions the skin well, ensuring seamless application.

Eyes For The Kit

Clarins has created The Perfect Eyes and Brows Palette, which lives up to its name! Giving your eyes a detailed and defined finish, the textures have their own tales. To get that flawless mascara and eyeliner, the most vouched for is the Voluminous mascara and the Chanel cream eyeliner. As we all know, eyeliners are both liquids and in pencil form, so choose it or lose it.

We will now head over to the blush, bronzer and highlighter palette, and there are no two ways about the Sephora Collection. It gives you the satin, dewy look you’re internally craving and is an amalgamation of the shimmery shades. It is combined with an eye-shadow palette which is their signature one!

Charlotte Tilbury’s Instant Look of Love is also something to go gaga over. Anastasia Beverly Hills Modern Renaissance Eye Shadow Palette has its fan base, and you will turn into one as it is the perfect combination of bold and bright, garnished with subtle and nude colours.

Lips & Removal

How can we forget lipsticks and tints? Casablanca by Tom Ford and Dragon Girl by Nars are the two we recommend for you. Bobbi Brown Face Mist will help you set it all up at the very end.

Last but not least is the makeup remover; micellar water wipes or Cetaphil’s removal wipes work well for cleaning out and give you supple and rash-free skin. Use this as a guide for some of the best products on the market today for your makeup kit. Be sure to do your research and find the best products for you. Remember that you always want to look presentable and ready for the new season. Not someone who always lives in the past or can’t function during certain times of the year.

Author: Yashika for sseditorial magazine.

[dango-milk]

I hate all men, but...

genre: fluff

pairings: kazuha x  gn!reader, ayato x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

content warnings: zhongli and reader are parents (but no specified gender), implied ptsd, mentions of scars, spoilers (all character backstories, inazuma archon quest)

additional notes: if anyone gets the references in kazuha and zhongli's parts, u are entitled to one (1) kith

masterlist

...when he loves me, I feel like I'm floating

By no means did Kazuha intend to choose the life of a fugitive. It had been imposed upon him by the lightning's glow, for refusing to let what was left of his dearest friend's memory adorn the Statue of the Omnipresent God.

But even as the title "fugitive" eventually turned into "wanderer", you can't help but think that this life suits him much better. Even now, as you watch him walk to the port after the Irodori Festival from your place on The Crux, you find that his presence amongst the gaggle of people seems…foreign.

You're much too used to seeing him perched on one of The Crux's jutted planks, eyes closed in silent meditation or fiddling with whatever trinkets he had on him. You've seen him with his head tilted back as the rays of the setting sun wash over his face, and to this day you think that no portrait in the world would ever do him justice.

Like he'd suddenly been hooked onto a fishing line, his head turns towards you just as he's about to board the boat, and the smile he gives you is gentler than the morning wind. He gives you a silly little salute, which you laugh at before practically sprinting down the steps to meet him halfway.

"Permission to come aboard?" Kazuha teases you as he sets his bag down to the side.

"Permission denied," you say, but there's no mistaking the grin on your face and the lack of malice in your tone. "You've kept me waiting a long time, Kaedehara."

"So I have." Kazuha reaches into one of his many pockets and pulls out a single red maple leaf, holding it up in front of you. "Here, my love. Your souvenir."

You gingerly take it by the stem and raise it into the air, admiring its radiance as you twirl it between your fingers.

"It was so pretty when it fell in front of me," he explains. "Felt as if the wind wanted to remind me that someone was oceans away waiting for me to return."

As you lower your hand, you meet his eyes, which hold the wistfulness that you've long grown accustomed to. You wonder if your own eyes had looked the same when he temporarily decided to part ways with Beidou; if that longing expression had, as he'd said, stretched out across oceans in constant and eternal search of him.

"Well." You take a step closer. "I think the wind this time is sorely mistaken."

Kazuha laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling delightfully as he does so. You wonder if those laugh lines would etch into his skin well into his older years. There would be no getting rid of the scars he keeps under his bandages, nor would he be able to keep them hidden forever. But wherever he goes, whoever he'll end up meeting, the wrinkles by his eyes would tell anyone he'd lived a life worth living.

You've decided long ago that whatever he was—fugitive, wanderer, lover—you'd be by his side for as long as he'll let you.

He takes your hand in his, lifting it to press a whisper of a kiss onto the skin.

"I'm home," he says.

And so are you.

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

Being with Ayato feels very much like walking on thin ice, very much unlike the Vision hanging from his belt. There are oceans of secrets that make up his eyes, and his deceivingly pleasant smile hides a calculating persona—one that most people would much rather not see if they wanted to hold a civil conversation with him.

This façade carries well into your relationship, so to say you'd started off rocky was the understatement of a century. It was, in the eyes of the public, a scandal; no one could have expected the head of the illustrious Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commission, no less, to actively start pursuing a virtually unknown owner of a modest shop in Inazuma City. Some had chalked it up to the (not totally unfounded) rumors of Ayato being an eccentric, but others were not as kind. You've had your fair share of rumors—those that were true were horribly exaggerated, and those that weren't took slander to a whole new level.

But you've since come to realize that it's only the circumstances that make your relationship difficult, and that loving Ayato in itself was incredibly easy. His permanently serene expression—which always seems to unnerve people, intentionally or not—never fails to put you at ease, knowing he has a plan for whatever life throws his way. Those who have looked into his eyes and saw only the secrets in his keeping have no idea that they're nothing but a façade, too; deep beneath that is a realm of mischief accessible only by his closest friends and family, and an eternal fondness reserved only for you.

That very fondness is manifested in the way Ayato looks at you as he makes his way through the crowd, utterly oblivious (or uncaring) of the stares he was attracting. His gaze is unwavering enough to make your cheeks heat up, but you can't help feeling like—the rumor mill be damned—the most beautiful person in the world.

Still, you hold his gaze as if your heart wasn't currently pounding in your chest, even when he walks up to you and you catch a whiff of his perfume.

"What a surprise," you purr. "And what can this humble shopkeeper do for you, Commissioner?"

"I was hoping I could coax you away from your duties for a quick walk." Ayato offers you the small bouquet he had cleverly stashed away within his sleeves. "Consider these flowers your alternative compensation for the day."

You snort, but you take the flowers anyway. "You have no respect for the working class."

The whispers, though quieter than what you hear on the daily on account of Ayato's presence, echo in the silence that had fallen as you unwrap the flowers and put them in a vase.

But with the way Ayato waits patiently for you to finish closing up shop, and with how he reaches out to pluck a stray petal out of your hair as you finally join him outside, you couldn't care less about what people would say about you.

Why would you, when he makes you feel like the only person in the world that matters?

Even when we fade eventually to nothing...

Sal Terrae is far from the paradise it once was, nor is it now in a state to welcome regular visitors.

Still, Zhongli insists on bringing your children there to play most days—if not there, then at the ruins of Guili Plains. Not once have you doubted your husband's intentions, but you'd be lying if you'd say it doesn't bother you in the least.

Of course you want your children to grow up knowing Liyue's history; this war was too hard fought to easily be forgotten. But you look out at what used to be a good friend's dwelling, and you can't help but think that the peace you've purchased for your people demanded too high a price.

You cradle your youngest close to your chest as Zhongli offers your eldest son a Glaze Lily he'd found nearby. Centuries ago, you would have never imagined the mighty Rex Lapis would let go of his duties as the Geo Archon, nor would he ever resign himself to be a mere spectator to Liyue's progress.

But he'd cradled your head so gently in his hands—the same hands that had crushed entire mountains and sent eons-old monsters to their graves—and said to you, "We've done all that we can. Now, we can leave it up to them."

Laying your spear to rest had surprisingly been difficult for you. The years have yet to take out the tension in your shoulders, and every sudden movement out in the wild has you destroying every boulder within a five-meter radius. Your jaw constantly hurts from you clenching it tightly every now and then, as if your muscles cannot remember that they are no longer in battle.

A sudden cry breaks you out of your thoughts, and you shush the child in your arms until they quiet down once more. "I'm sorry," you whisper. "Did I wake you?"

Had the child sensed that you were in distress? Were their abilities so finely tuned that even a slight shift in your mood would get their attention?

You stare down at them, and you can't help but see so much of Zhongli in such a little body. Even at the height of the Archon War—a war he was very much intending on winning—he'd always been your source of comfort. Even with the loss of Guizhong, from whom he'd learned so much about being human, the first thing he did was to hold you as you shed bitter tears over the Lord of Dust.

To Rex Lapis, you would always be a beloved comrade, a skilled fighter who’d driven away all those who would dare defile Liyue. It had taken a while—and also involved him taking on the name of “Zhongli”—before you’d realized that you were something more to him. More than a fellow adeptus. More than a fellow survivor.

Of course, your feelings towards him have never changed over the years, no matter what name he would take on. He was the lord you’d forever sworn to serve, the general you’d always follow into battle…even if that battle meant living as humans for the rest of time.

Once the dust had settled, Zhongli had kept your hand in his for as long as you could remember. Like him, you’d taken on many names, many forms, and many occupations. With him, you’d watched from the sidelines as Liyue Harbor grew to be the center of trade that it is now. For him, you’d decided to form a family, as unconventional as it might be.

But the nightmares would always come. Sometimes, you’d wake up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, an irrational fear that someone—or something—would take your children away causing you to sprint to the nursery, only to relax when you find them snoring away. Zhongli has them too, but he’s much more discreet about it; muttering names in his sleep, or holding on to the arms of his chair like they were lifelines, closing his eyes as he did so.

Every single time without fail, you pry his fingers off the wood and kiss them, one by one, over and over again, until he lets out a shaky exhale and pats your cheek to let you know the worst is over. Similarly, whenever you break down in the nursery after a particularly nasty dream, he would pick you up, bring you to the kitchen, and hold you quietly as he prepares tea to help you go back to sleep. When circumstances allow, you go to tea houses together, both as a form of entertainment and as a way to fill the sudden gaps in your memories.

Both you and Zhongli know what’s to come. You’ve seen how erosion works—nearly falling into its clutches more times than you’d care to count—and its inevitability still scares you. But you cast your fears aside for the sake of the child in your arms, whom you now know understands you…perhaps just as well as Zhongli does.

You press your lips against the child’s forehead, filling your thoughts with all the good things you know in this world: the scent of Glaze Lilies, the sound of Hu Tao’s laughter, the chaotic clanging of pans at Wanmin Restaurant. You push the bad memories down, deep down, until all that’s left are the ones you’d always treasure: the books in Guizhong’s collection, the night sky illuminated by Skybracer’s antlers, the warm smiles of the people of Liyue. You think about Zhongli’s extended hand, on the day he’d invited you to live the rest of your lives together.

“No harm will come to you, my beloved,” you whisper. “I will make sure of it. Until the very end.”

When you glance up, you find Zhongli already looking at you, a small crease between his brows. When you smile and shake your head, he visibly relaxes, offering you a warm smile in return. Your eldest jumps into his arms without warning, and Zhongli laughs.

Eventually, this day, along with the others, will fade into dust, as you and Zhongli will. But you’re certain that it will happen with your hand in his—as it has always been.

...you will always be my favorite form of loving

“Diluc, come on,” you complain. “It’s not that cold.”

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head, not once removing his attention from cleaning the claymore in his hands.

“You’ve already killed off all the slimes in the area, I’m not in any immediate danger of freezing over.”  You submerge your head briefly, letting the waters of the lake run over your hair, and you sigh at the sensation.

“You can tell me that after you’ve left the front of the fireplace at home.”

“Aww.” You pout as you swim closer to Diluc. His eyes flicker upwards to you for a split second before he scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain. “Just ten minutes, Diluc.”

“No.”

“Even if it’s just your toes?” You ponder for a second. “Or do I actually have to strip—”

Diluc sighs loudly, setting his claymore aside to let his head fall between his knees. You could actually see the gears in his head turning, carefully weighing out the pros and cons of jumping into the lake late at night. You could also see the exact moment when he’d decided that the risk of anyone seeing you butt naked far outweighed the questioning looks he’d probably get, and you laugh at how quickly he submits.

You disappear under the water and resurface a little further away, floating on your back to admire the glittering night sky. You raise your hand, as if to pluck a couple of stars from the void, letting the moonlight filter through your fingers.

A splash sounds from the banks, and you pull yourself upwards to see Diluc, shirtless as he wades through the water. “Happy?” he asks, but his tone is far from displeased.

“Very,” you answer, beaming as you swim towards each other.

“It’s cold,” he complains as he brings you into his arms.

“No, you’re just warm.” You push away the locks of hair sticking to his face. He watches you as you trace his features: the bridge of his nose, the smooth expanse of his cheeks, the gentle slope of his Cupid’s bow. You regard him as one would a priceless sculpture, and he may as well be; in the glow of the moon, partially submerged in clear blue waters, it wouldn’t surprise you at all to learn that the man in your arms is a god.

But sculptures are built to be perfect, and as you skim your fingers down to his arms and chest, they run into scars that would suggest otherwise. You know that he��s not proud of them, that they come from some of the darkest days of his life, and you would be foolish to say it isn’t so. Nevertheless, they are a part of him, and you can’t imagine not loving him in his entirety.

In fact, it was terrifying to imagine a world where you are not in love with Diluc Ragnvindr. You think of the stars twinkling above you and wonder if beyond them, there’s a universe where you aren’t together; the thought alone makes you cling closer to him. Loving him is addicting, destructive, even, if taken in the wrong direction. But you’re far from perfect, too.

You’re much too focused on your ministrations to notice that Diluc is touching you, too; swiping the callused pads of his fingers across your lips, tilting your chin up slightly to get a better look at your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

In the dead of the night, in the middle of the little inlet south of the winery, you feel all the stars align as Diluc kisses you, warming you to your very core.

[dirtywresling102]

Hatred to Lust - Seth Rollins (18+)

Seth Rollins x Melanie

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Summary: Melanie is the General Manager of Raw. Malanie and Seth Rollins do not like each other but clearly have feelings for one another only to lead to hot sex in her office.

Warnings: General Manager!Melanie, Arguing, Fighting, Smut, Foul Language, Rough sex, Office Sex, Oral (Reader Receiving), Light Spanking, Eating out creampie

Word Count: 2,113 

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“How could you be so fucking heartless?” A deep voice snarled in my direction.

 Looking up from my phone I arched an eyebrow towards the Kingslayer, Seth Rollins. The man had a reputation here on Raw, he was the golden boy of the company some would say. I wouldn’t say he was anything special, but he did make the ratings skyrocket and money into the business. I sighed, clicking the button on the side of my phone to lock it. I shoved it into my pocket. “What do you want, Rollins?” The annoyance in my voice should have warned him I was in no mood to deal with his brattiness.

“I want to know why you made Ambrose turn against me!” He snapped, holding the Intercontinental and tag team title close to his sweaty body. 

“We need a storyline between you two. Plus, why does it matter? You got your gold, be happy. Most of these guys would literally kill you to have that around their waist. Now,” I pulled my phone out once more, remembering I had unfinished business on there. I unlocked my phone, “if you'll excuse me.” I turned away from the superstar and started to walk down the hallway, my heels clicking against the tile floor. 

“Wait, no.” He quickly followed me, grabbing my wrists, spinning me around to become face to face with him. “Why’d you make Ambrose turn on me the night Roman announces he has leukemia?” There was anger and sorrow in his eyes.

Looking into Rollin’s hazel eyes, seeing the fire in them made me realize maybe doing this storyline tonight was a bad idea. We just got news that Roman has cancer and would be out for a long time, while he recovered, Dean and Seth just did win Tag Team Titles, it was a good night. Why couldn’t I have just left it at that? The man before me was clearly heartbroken about it. 

“Rollins please, it wasn’t my idea.” I tried to convince him, the writers thought it would be a great idea to keep the fans watching.

“Bullshit.” He snapped, his grip on my wrist tightened, making me wince in pain.

“Seth you’re hurting me.” I cried out, grabbing at his wrist trying to pry him off of me. 

Seth looked down, his eyes softening up as he let go. “You’re the General Manager, most of this stupid shit is your idea.” Sadness filled my eyes as he insulted my work. 

“I did it because it would bring the ratings up and you turned on the Shield so why not have Ambrose go heel and turn on you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring up at him. “Face it Rollins, your time is coming up, it’s Ambrose’s time to shine.” I snarled at the superstar. The fire in his eyes flamed up once again, redness appeared on his cheeks and neck along with the tip of his ears. Grabbing my hand again he pulled me into my office. “What the hell, Rollins?”

Seth locked the door and faced me. “I’m so sick and tired of your shit, somebody needs to teach you a lesson and it looks like that somebody is me.” He tossed the two titles on the nearest chair. “Bend over your desk.” He demanded, standing tall in front of me.

“Excuse me?” I laughed in his face. “Move, Rollins I’m not playing games. I have a show to run.” I tried to push him out of my way, he wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t make me tell you again, Melanie.” Seth’s eyes pierced down at me, nearly making me scared of him.

Gulping nervously, I slowly stepped backwards, away from him and towards my desk. Papers and other items scattered over the surface. I did what he demanded me to do, bending over the smooth oak desk. My stomach and breast pressed against some loose pencils and papers and other office supplies. Seth slowly stalked behind me, clearing everything off of the desk with one swift sweep of his hand. Everything clanked loudly on the floor, making me flinch from the noise.

“Always so organized.” He chuckled. Kicking my ankles apart, making my legs spread out a bit more. “Always wearing the tightest skirts.” He pushed up my mini skirt over my ass. “Naughty girl, no panties.” His hand came down onto my ass, making me jolt forward with a slight yelp. Grabbing my hair, pulling me up so my back was now against his chest. “As much as I love seeing your breasts in these…” He grabbed my dress shirt and tore it off, buttons flying in different directions as my breasts bounced free from the tight confinement. 

Seth tossed the torn fabric somewhere in the office. “You look so sexy with those heels on.” Seth growled, admiring my half naked body. “I think I’ll fuck you with them on.” 

“You’re going to fuck me?” I gasped, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down onto the desk once more, my cheek pinned against the cool surface. 

“Of course I’m going to fuck you.” He licked his lips, tracing my naked body with his rough hand. “Always getting me so fucking hard whenever I argue with you.” My eyes widen to feel his crotch pump up against my ass, only for me to realize he was hard underneath his wrestling pants.

“So you do argue with me on purpose!” I just realized why he would argue with me about the scripts for Raw or anything else he would bitch and complain with me about literally anything!

“That’s just between you and me, sweetheart.” He growled in my ear, his teeth sinking into my ear lobe and tugged slightly. “So, I’ve decided that I’m going to fuck the little attitude out of you.” Kicking off his wrestling boots he pushed his wrestling pants around his ankles. His large erection rubbed up against the slit of my entrance. 

Turning my head slightly, I looked over my shoulder to see Seth fisting his cock, pumping it slowly in his hands while the tip of his cock nudged up against my opening. “No touching.” He let go of his hard cock, grabbing my wrist and placing them on the sides of the table. “This is a punishment.” I whined at his demands. “No whining.” He added in.

“So what can I do?” I huffed, my cheek against the cool oak once more.

“How about you relax and enjoy my cock?” Seth grabbed both of my cheeks, spreading them slightly and guided the tip of his cock past my wet lips, the teasing of his cock head made me squirm a bit. “Quit moving.” He grunted , gripping my waist with his rough hands. His cock slowly inching its way into my pussy. 

“Fuck!” I squealed out, my pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, when Seth pulled out a low moan escaped his lips. 

“So fucking wet.” He hissed out in pleasure, he put more pressure on my hips, pinning them against the wooden desk as he moved his hips faster. Grateful that I had my heels on, I was a bit more taller for him to pound into me. Down side, the heels were killing my ankles as I was on my tip toes. The thought of my ankles hurting left my thoughts as Seth hit up against my g-spot.

“Right there, yes!” My nails dug into the edge of the desk, leaving little crescent moons markings. 

“That’s it baby, keep screaming for me.” Seth’s right hand left my waist, giving my ass a sharp slap, leaving a red hand print. 

“Ah, Seth!” I gritted my teeth and arched my back in pain.

“Fuck, Mel.” I shivered at how he growled out my name. His pace picked up, skin against skin echoed throughout the small office, moans spilled from our  lips, possibly being heard from down the hallways if anyone walked by, but I didn’t care. With the stress built up from shows or being depressed because I’ve been away from my family for too long, I needed this. I needed something to make me forget even if this was just a one time thing.

“You going to come for me, princess?” He growled, gripping at my hair tightly and gave it a tug. 

“Y- Yes, yes, I’m so fucking close.” I squealed, my lower belly clenched, my walls squeezed around Seth’s cock. My whole body felt as if it was on fire, I started to see black spots. Wailing out my release, squirting on his cock, making it easier for his thickness to slide in and out of me, the sound of wetness squelched with each pump from Seth’s cock entering me. The sound made my eyes flutter and just made me imagine how much I came around his cock. My walls tightened even more, milking Seth. 

Seth roared out a moan, his come gushing into my pussy, he pushed his cock deep into me one last time, pushing the mixture of our come further inside of my womb. His semi soft cock slowly pulled out of my drenched pussy. “Hmm, what a fucking sight.” Seth pulled my cheeks apart, watching our juices drip out of my hole and down my inner thigh. He crouched down, his warm tongue hitting my sensitive skin, licking the dripping juices. “It tastes so sweet, like cherries.” He licked his lips, pushing his tongue in between my folds, getting another sample. 

Seth moaned as he pulled away from me. I squirmed at the position I was in. “Seth, please.” My face became heated with slight embarrassment. I didn’t think he’d admire the mess in between my legs face to face. I squealed loudly, curling my toes as I felt Seth’s soft tongue glaze over my sensitive clit all the way back to my drenching hole. The tip of his tongue swirled around my entrance, I tried to force him off of my overstimulated pussy by crawling away.

“Stop fighting it.” Seth growled like a hungry animal, pulling my waist back into his face as his tongue darted in and out of my cunt, collecting all of our fluids out of me.

“Fuck, wait, you’re- you’re gonna make me come again.” My cunt squeezed around his tongue, I tried to push him away as my stomach tightened but my pussy begged for a break.

“Give it to me, give it to me now.” Seth’s beard scratched against my sensitive skin, making me push my ass back against his face, moaning at how the feelings of his whiskered beard felt against my pussy lips. His tongue kept lapping over and over at the same spot that made my eyes flutter shut. 

“Oh god, Seth. Yes!” I cried out, getting enough strength I reached my arms around and grabbed his hair, pushing him further into me, begging for his tongue to dive deeper. Another loud soundwave of my moans bounced off the walls as I crumbled down onto the desk, my orgasm washing over as I squirted on his tongue, forcing out the first orgasm fluids and his onto his taste buds.

He pulled away and stood up. “Fuck, I need to stop before I get hard again.” He laughed, running his hand through his sweaty long hair. He usually had it up in a neat bun but tonight in a long time it was down for once.

The both of us got dressed in silence. “So, what does this make us?” I asked, swallowing hard. I was scared that he would say it was only a one time thing or this meant nothing.

“Whatever you wanted it to be, I guess.” He shrugged, shoving his foot into one of his wrestling boots.

“Even, girlfriend and boyfriend?” I questioned, biting my lower lip as I scratched the back of my neck, I didn’t make eye contact with him scared he’d laugh in my face.

“Is that what you want?” He walked towards me. I nodded, my eyes still casted on the floor. He gripped at my chin and made me look up at him. “Then, I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.” He chuckled, leaning down and planting a kiss on my lips. “You need a ride to the next city?” 

“Y- Yeah.” I was slightly dazed and light headed from the intense fucking and the sweet kiss he gave me.

“Great, finish getting dressed and we’ll leave in ten.” With that he walked out of my office, leaving me half dressed and my hair messy and mattered. I licked my lips, tasting the residue from our juices. He was right, it did taste like cherries.