#i just fell down a mad rabbit hole looking for it and it has been a Journey. the scanlation grp does not list it anywhere on their lj/blog

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this is such a reach but ive spent over an hour frantically searching so... if you own a zosan doujin called Morning by the artist Makina in the dawn dj circle... please rb this and lmk...

the cover looks like this

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The rabbit hole - Remus Lupin

remus lupin has a way with all the ladies, even the popular girls wc: 1.3k

Despite not being the most sought after marauder, Remus Lupin got more than enough attention from the ladies. Every knew it, especially you, who lived around girls always gushing about their newest crush. You have to admit, his name did come up a few times. But did it even matter? The term 'popular' wasn't one you’d use to describe yourself because you didn’t believe in putting people up on pedestals, including yourself. However, you couldn’t help it if those words were thrown at you by other people. You weren’t mad at it; getting attention from boys and being admired by younger girls was fulfilling and validating, and meant you never had trouble finding dates when you got bored. 

Unfortunately, it seemed you had fallen into the same rabbit hole many other girls surrounding you fell into - the rabbit hole called 'wanting the one man who wasn't interested'. You don’t know when this fascination over him started, but you assumed it had to do with the fact that he didn’t pay any attention to you. It was refreshing, but frustrating. Guys always gave you what you wanted, or made the first move. Remus, on the other hand, had only ever spoken to you in class when you’d be paired up, and he’d never made a pass at you, unlike the two friends at his right and left side who had both previously flirted with you at parties in an attempt to getting on your roster. You had laughed and thrown a snarky comment at them before amusedly walking away. But Remus Lupin and his stupid chestnut hair had caught your eye, and when you wanted something, you didn’t stop until you got it.

Remus had noticed this new attention from you in potions class - a simple doe eyed look from you when you’d asked him to get pearl dust for your potion had him doing a double take, making sure he hadn’t imagined your signature move. He’d heard boys talking, and he had to admit, even he was intrigued by you. “Mate she just gave me those eyes...” was a popular start to a sentence when he heard boys exchange stories, but now that he’d laid his eyes on them himself, he knew he was in for it.

On the way back to his dorm, he wondered if that was you making a first move, or just a subtle ask for him to make a move. He decided that he'd wait and see, make sure he hadn't been mistaken and make a fool of himself by throwing himself into something nonexistent. The more he waited, the harder it was to hold himself back. Of course, Remus prided himself on being respectful to all women and being quiet, which is what drew many of the ladies in. This meant that he tried incredibly hard to hold back the flirtatious comments and sly responses during lessons. You knew the game he was playing, because you often took the route of playing hard to get.

"You're being delusional" Sirius finally told him, James nodding from his spot beside him on Peter's bed. "Like, good for you man if there is anything there, but there isn't." James said teasingly. "No- I swear! She's flirting with me! She's flirting and I'm enjoying it! She's flirting and now I like her, and now I'm like every other guy at Hogwarts." Sirius and James exchanged a look. "Well you're not like every other guy if you actually end up with her. How many guys have you heard of who actually became her boyfriend?" He thought long and hard, and when he looked back at the other two, knew they shared the same number. "None."

The map showed that you were alone by the black lake. If he wanted to catch you in time, he'd have to hurry along. He stole a book off his bed before rushing off, haphazardly throwing his jumper somewhere into the dorm. He slowed down his pace once he made it past the main entrance, catching his breath as he began walking in your general directly. Remus didn't want to seem to obvious, so he marked the page he had left his book from with his index finger dipping between the pages. His breath hitched when he got closer to you, realising you were just in shorts and a bikini top, enjoying the spring sun, a boombox next to you playing some music.

"Any chance I could sit in the shade under that tree without looking like a total creep?" He asks, gesturing to the tree merely a couple of meters from you. Your eyes flutter open, a hand coming to your face to protect your eyes from the sun. "Mhmm, I don't think there is. But that's okay, I'm used to being admired." Remus scoffs, sitting down with his back against the tree, and opens up his book. From the corner of his eyes, he sees your body turning in his general direction, as though surprised that he's not giving you any attention. If that was the case, his mission was already succeeding. He feels the hesitation from you, glancing up at you to see you open and close your mouth, speechless. You turn onto your back once more, closing your eyes with a sigh.

You both sit there in comfortable silence, but Remus hasn't turned a single page of his book and despite you having your eyes closed, the only thing you can think of is how close he is to you. Suddenly, you sit up, turning to take a long sip of the water bottle next to you. Remus has to pretend he wasn't looking at you, but when you address him by his first name, his head immediately snaps up to meet your gaze. "Yes?" "Want to go in for a swim?" Well he wasn't expecting that. You grin when he begins to stutter; you'd finally caught him off guard for the first time since you'd started flirting with him three weeks ago. "Well, I'm- I'm not in my swimmers." You cock your head to the side, raising an eyebrow at him. "Is that a problem?"

Yes, Remus wants to say. Yes, because I have scars and I'm insecure, and I don't want you to see me like that. But he doesn't say any of those things. Instead, he stands, and you follow his movements promptly. You wait for him to take at least his shirt off, but he only loosens his tie, pulling it over his head before stalking towards you predatorily. You try to take a step away from him when the proximity becomes too intimidating for you, but one of his hands snakes around your waist and your breath is hitching and he's leaning his head down close to your ear and you only hear "Hold your breath" before you're being whisked into his arms and your feet are leaving the ground.

You're suddenly gasping for air, breaking through the surface of the water, but you immediately spot Remus's grinning face, shaking his hair away from his eyes and you can't be mad. Like physically, it is impossible for you, even if your denim shorts are now all wet and you almost died. But you're swimming towards him and holding onto him with your legs wrapping around his waist and somehow you're leaning into him and pressing your lips against his. The position is weird: Remus can probably reach the ground, his hands supporting your denim-clad hips whilst your hands grip onto his wet uniform, but in some odd way, it's perfect.

The second you pull away, Remus's eyes are widening and he's muttering "Oh, no." Confused, you turn to see what he's looking at, only to spot a quickly approaching figure called the insolent Filch, already yelling about "Jumping in with Uniform!" and "Get them Mrs. Norris!"

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Jervis Tetch A.K.A The MAD HATTER 🎩🫖

OK So someone sent me an ask on here and unfortunately I can't find where it disappeared to-SO I'M VERY SORRY!

This person asked if I could make a reference sheet of my Hatter and share some headcanons, if I had any. I've never really done this before, or even had many headcanons so please bare with me lol. I didn't go into too much detail, Im not really a writer so I just tried to get the main points through.

Down The Rabbit Hole:

Has paranoid schizophrenia, and often hallucinates, especially when stressed. He mostly sees characters from Alice in Wonderland, seeing the Cheshire cat or “Alice” the most.

When very stressed or feel like hes losing control of a situation, he begins to stutter horribly. His words get jumbled in his mind, and thats when he starts reciting quotes or poems from AIW relevant to the situation hes in. Before he became the Mad Hatter, and became a criminal he stuttered constantly while speaking to anyone. 

 Jervis controls people by drugging and hypnotizing them, But the strongest form of mind control he has are the masks he puts on his “Guests”. 

For goons or regular street thugs he manages to get, he mostly uses cards on them instead of wasting materials to make masks for them. Figuring It would be easier than having Batman break them and forcing him to constantly  remake the same ones over and over. 

Also its a chance to call his thugs the “Card Guards” which amuses him.

His goons don’t matter much to him, but if he assigns you a specific character, you are highly important to his “Tea Parties” and are at risk of being forced to attend indefinitely.

 For his “Tea Party” guest list, he has crafted actual masks for them to wear, in correlation to the Character he assigned to each guest. He does make sure the guests are drugged with his special tea before putting the masks on them. Wouldn’t want to risk having you manage to break free of his control during the party! Or ever.

March Hare=Scarecrow, Dormouse= Riddler, White Rabbit= Ventriloquist, Cheshire Cat= Catwoman, The Dodo= Penguin, Mock Turtle= Mr.Freeze, Queen of Hearts= Poison Ivy, The Walrus= Bane, The Jabberwocky= Batman  

He customizes the masks so they even resemble the actual people.

His closest friends are Jonathan Crane, and Edward Nygma, his March Scare and Dorrat.

Jonathan was a psychologist so he knows how to handle Jervis, and can tolerate him for the most part. Edward on the other hand may think Jervis is a useful ally, but he's not nearly as patient with him as Jonathan is. Neither of them like being called by their "nicknames" Jervis gave them.

Jervis fell in love with the woman he had been working with, before he became a criminal, that put everything into motion. Her actual name wasn't Alice, but they both bonded over their fondness for the story, and he started to call her Alice as a fun nickname or inside joke. Though his obsession with her had already begun.

After losing it, and becoming a criminal and kidnapping "Alice" he was defeated by Batman, (Much like how it happened in BTAS). "Alice" fled Gotham after this, but Jervis doesn't know that, and is too far gone to realize that she would leave him. SO he roams the streets of Gotham looking for his beloved "Alice".

OK THAT'S IT! At least these were all I could think of. Obviously my Jervis is heavily based off the Arkham series and BTAS. But I love this little crazy guy.

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Kinktober D12: Down The Rabbit Hole - Wen Junhui

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Pairing: Madhatter! Wen Junhui x Alice! Afab Reader

Genre: Some angst, Some Horror, Some Fluff, Smut

Summary: When you fell down into Wonderland the Hatter seems to be more than excited at your sudden arrival.

Warnings: Slight horror themes, slight possessive themes, use of the term Alice as like a title, claws mentioned, bondage, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, dollification, cursing, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4165

You tend to find yourself a peaceful person, but the way this rabbit has been running amuck in your garden was making you seriously consider it. Today when you caught the little white blur of fur rush by you found yourself chasing it out, but you didn't stop at the end of your garden today. No, you wanted to know exactly where it was coming from. Turning the corner after him though you felt the ground give under you, though you supposed that's what you got for not looking at where you were going. Your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for the impact, an impact that never came though. So you trepidatiously peeked your eyes open to find yourself still falling, down a hole. Little flickers of light here and there illuminating the dirt hole and the contents of it. Reaching out to whatever stuck out from the walls in hopes of catching yourself on the way down. Though the first thing you grabbed was an umbrella which ripped right out of the wall, not to anyone's surprise. The way it popped open and caught you seconds before you hit the ground, as if you had entered a television show and that word of physics is what now applied. Not that you had any room to complain considering it saved you quite the bit of pain.

Looking around you find the light source, another hole that you crouch down and crawl through knowing that you fell too far down to be heard if you yell and there wasn't enough to climb up. So you'd have to find another way out. When you came through though you found yourself in a forest. A lust forest where the only sign of life around was the dirt trail and directional signs. Though the signs were mocking you in and of themselves. After all, who named locations here and there and nowhere? So instead you let your feet and gut guide you in the best direction, though opting out of the nowhere direction not wanting to determine why it was so interestingly named. Only to be just as perturbed at the next set which simply said this way and that way. Certainly someone must be finding themselves rather humorous right now, but you did not find them as such.

"Oho, we finally have another visitor. The hatter will most certainly be happy to see you." A voice calls startling you enough to cause a jump and search around for the source only to hear a laugh, "Look up."

Scouring the tree branches you find a rather peculiar man laying across one, head on his hands and pink and blue cat ears stop his head, a tail in the same colors swishing behind him. If you looked closely you could notice rather cat-like golden eyes and faint little whiskers across his cheeks.

"Well why are you up there? Uhm…sir?" You question him tilting your head and only making him laugh gleefully again.

"I love it up here as most cats do, though the title of sir is far too proper for someone as mad as me. My name is Soonyoung, this forest's resid Cheshire cat." He introduced standing on the branch and making a rather dramatic bow before falling forward off the branch only for his tail to swirl around him and he disappeared into thin air. Only to feel a tap on the shoulder and cause you to turn to find him there. "Where exactly do you find yourself going?"

"Oh well, wherever will take me home." You inform him rather adamantly with a nod.

"That simply won't do, you see we lost our last Alice and so we've just been waiting for someone to come visit us so we could have a new one. The hatter has been so lonely since they've left you see." He tells you hands clasping together in front of him as he starts to walk in circles now though around what you weren't entirely sure. Though not long after his arm is around your shoulder and suddenly he's got claws firm against you there, "Come along I'll show you the way. We really shouldn't keep him waiting. It's bad manners to be late for tea, you know."

Soonyoung strolls along as if you're the most willing companion, bobbing his head back and forth as he hums the whole way along, his tail swishing happily behind him. Though his humming stops as you hear singing and the soft clink of dishes in the distance, the cat boy practically vibrates in anticipation at your side. His arm dropping from around you and grasping firm around your wrist to guide you but now behind him. 

"Oh ~ Jun ~ I've brought you a surprise!" Soonyoung calls pulling you out from behind him for the others to see. The one man no doubt the hatter if you had to guess based on the top hat he wore, suit covered in scraps of materials and fabric for any sudden use in any color known to be tangible for dyeing. His eyes widening, mouth opening in shock as he stutters over words he doesn’t even know he’s trying to say. You get distracted only a moment later as the man who had been laid over the table pops up at the commotion, soft rounded ears atop his head and a thin tail the same grey color as the ears stills behind him.

“C-C-CAT!” He trembles pointing to the very mischievous cheshire that had brought you to the group. 

“Easy Wonwoo I was just leaving now that they have been announced.” Soonyoung turns to you with a smile, bringing the back of your hand to his mouth for a kiss, “See you again soon, once you’re Alice.” 

With that his tail swirls over his form again, making him disappear from your sight once more, only this time he doesn’t pop up again. When you turn back to the trio you now are able to look at the third man, tall brown ears sticking out from a mop of fluffed brown hair. His eyes dark and baggy as if the man had no idea what sleep even was. He bounced up and down clapping his hands appearing much like a child hyped up on far too much caffeine and sugar to be healthy and you were slightly concerned he might have a heart attack in the next second. 

“Alice is here! Alice is here! Alice is here!” He chanted over and over until it seemed to snap the man in the hat out of his daze as he chuckled softly.

“Yes it would appear so Shua.” Hat smiles softly at you for a moment before taking a few steps closer,  and taking his hat off to bow in introduction, “I am Jun, Wonderlands one and only Hatter. The mad hatter. Our march hare over there is Joshua. There’s also our drowsy little dormouse over there in Wonwoo, and it would be our honor if you would be so kind as to join us for tea.” 

You hesitated for a moment,  but determined that they appeared to be much less threatening than the cat had been and you were rather thirsty after all the events of the day. A calming cup of tea could do you quite a bit of good. With a small nod you take Jun’s outstretched hand and allow him to guide you to a seat which he pulled out for you before pushing it back in.  Jun then immediately gets a glass and pours the tea in followed by sugar and cream, but before placing it in front of you he’s grabbing all sorts of pastries and jams and quite the entire spread for you. Placing one time after another down at your seat before you were even given the opportunity to taste anything. Meanwhile Joshua was bouncing between one seat after another faster than you felt your eyes or brain could keep up. Wonwoo sighs and settles into the seat to your right before you could get too much more overwhelmed, crossing his arms on the table before resting his head on them, eyes already half closed again.

“Don’t pay them any mind, they lack any manners. They don’t mean any harm by it, however, tell us a bit about yourself though.” He tries to ease you a little, effortlessly bringing the tea cup that had been nearly buried in the spread forward for you to finally grasp and sip from.

“My name is Y/N, but for some reason everyone has been calling me Alice since arriving. Do you know why that is?” You start, sharing merely a tidbit before asking the first of many questions.

Wonwoo nodded and let his eyes slip closed, “Consider it more of a title. The first visitor we had from outside Wonderland was named Alice and so since then any visitors are often referred to as such by many here. It’s nice to meet you though Y/N.” 

“It’s nice to meet you too Wonwoo… how did they all arrive here? Because I fell down here not long ago.” You share and he hums in response letting you know that despite appearances he was not yet asleep.

“Most of the time that is how, though there have been a few exceptions. You just fell though, are you alright?” He peeks open the eye closest to you, scanning before it’s closed once again.

“Yes I feel fine, just confused and overwhelmed.” You assure with a soft sigh, reaching out between the jars for one that looked interesting as you had a toast in front of you with nothing atop. Much rather the thought of doing it yourself than a practical stranger.

“Ahh not that one…it’s not jam.” Wonwoo whispers, pulling it away and sliding it down the table to the hatter, “Jun I told you not at the table, that’s not…sanitary.” 

Your brows looking at the thick substance in the jar so dark you had mistaken it for a blackberry or perhaps even black cherry, but in this light it appeared too red for such and a shiver ran down your spine. Seeing the protective hold Jun had over it didn’t help.

“Now take our guest somewhere to rest. Y/N has had a long day and needs to recover.” He seems to demand of Jun and before you can argue his hand is soft over yours, “He’s odd and overwhelming, but I can guarantee you are in no danger with him. You are the last person he would ever hurt.” 

"Come Y/N you can stay with me!" Jun beams at you waving for you to follow as he starts to head off down another path now. Until you both come upon a hat shop that he's soon unlocking the main door for, "My house is on the back end, just through the shop."

You follow him, albeit tentatively through the shop and past a door with a padlock on it, which certainly doesn't put you at ease. Jun finally stops in front of a pale blue door, turning to smile at you.

"This is the guest room, make yourself at home. My room is right across the way, the purple door if you need anything." He informs you before opening the door for you. The room is mostly blues and white, with soft notes of pink and gold laced throughout. It looks classy and nice, almost too nice for the chaotic hatter that you have seen, wondering how a man could have something so put together such as this. 

"I think I'll be alright, thank you. Just exhausted." You assure him, slipping into the room and shutting the door. Looking through the dresser for something comfortable you could put in. Finding a larger cotton shirt and some point pants that would do the trick for the night. Finding a bathroom to freshen up in for the night and then going to bed as the fatigue set in.

The next morning you hope you woke before Jun and could slip out to be on your way, but when you open your door to find his own open across the way you know you're not that lucky. Then decided to look for a backdoor out, also to come up blank. Sighing as you concede and head towards the shop again. Jun is already in there working though now as you step in there’s threads strung up all across the expanse of the shop, something he can navigate with ease. You however nearly immediately get tangled up in there. It catches Jun’s attention and when he looks at you his breath hitches.

“You look good in my shirt.” His words surprise you slightly as you look down at what you’re wearing again, when you look back up he’s navigated through the maze of threads to stand right before where you’re twisted up. His hands reach out to the hem of his shirt on you and gently starts to tug up causing your eyes to widen and you squirm, only tightening the grip of the strings on you.

“Hey! What are you doing? Stop that!” Your protests make Jun pause looking at you softly.

“Don’t worry. I’m just doing this to put that on you.” He gestures over to the corner and when you look you now notice a blue bouffant dress on a mannequin that you had somehow missed previously, “I want to ensure it fits perfectly for you, so I want to alter it for you. Let me help please.”

He’s speaking so softly to you, treating you so delicately that even though you’re flustered and feel slightly vulnerable still you nod softly letting him get his shirt off you. Followed by the pants only a moment or two later. Jun pulled out a knife a moment later, flipping it open to effortlessly cut a few of the threads that would be in the way a moment later. Then he’s leaving you to go retrieve the dress and a few supplies.  Coming back to help you step into a crinoline, followed by a frilled white petticoat, the edges scalloped and with delicate blue and gold designs embroidered into it.  Then he’s getting the dress on you and stepping behind to slip the lace through the corset back loosely before stepping around to button the front and then going to the back once more to tighten it to fit properly.

“If I pull it too tight just speak up, I want it to fit you the way it is made to, but I don’t want you in pain.” He speaks right against your ear, breath warm and almost comforting in a way as he begins. Though he takes his time and doesn’t hurt you at all in the process. Then he’s in your line of sight, but only momentarily before he’s off to get things once again. Returning with white ruffled socks that he kneels to put on you, then followed by brown lace booties with just the tiniest bit of heel. “Now for the final touch.”

Jun goes to a box that he brings over, then moving onto your hair, twisting one side away from your face and pinning it up before he’s taking a hat out of the box. A pearly white teacup with gold trim the centerpiece looking almost as if it were atop a ruffled doily, delicate blue bows the same color as the dress circling the base of the cup. Each with  a flower of pearls at the center of it. He follows the twist of your hair towards the back of your head, putting the hat on just off to the side. Then twisting a blue and white ribbon into the hair on the other side of your head, leaving just a few stray bits down to frame your face and neck. Stepping back to take in his masterpiece. 

“You look breathtaking in blue.” He says and the way he sounds as if he truly cannot breath only persuades you he believes those very words. Then he hums realizing you haven’t seen yet and he goes to get the floor length mirror from where it is doing no good and place it before you so you can take yourself in. Him appearing proud of himself at the gasp you let out at the sight.

“I can’t believe that’s me… I don’t think I’ve ever looked so classy or beautiful before…” You admit and his cheeks are burning at the comment.

“You were already so beautiful, I simply dressed you.” He dismisses with a soft wave, “I know you have just arrived, but I promise I won’t fail you. Not like any other time, I haven’t been enough for other Alices that or the queen got to them first… I swear to you though that no harm will come to you now, I won’t allow it. I will make you happy. I’ll be enough this time.”

You really didn’t know the eclectic hatter all that well and there were still things about him that put you on edge, but the way he had just treated you made you feel that he shouldn’t be considering himself in such a light. Not that you believed anyone should view themselves as unworthy, but especially someone who had just put in all that work to make you feel beautiful for the sake of it. 

“Jun… come here.” Your request confuses him, yet he says nothing to complain coming over to where you’re still tied up. Not close enough though and you click your tongue, “Closer.”

Once it’s enough you lean up and press your lips against his for a moment, finding them far softer than they had simply appeared. The way he froze against you let you know that whatever he had expected was not that, but he still refused to complain, leaning in only a moment later to press your lips firmer together.  You are breaking away first, looking into his dark eyes as you speak.

“Jun, you have nothing to prove to me. You need to understand that. I don’t know what has happened with you and the other visitors, but you don’t need to prove anything to anyone who comes here.” You try to assure him, though the way his brows scrunch you can tell there is still an internal debate. 

His hands find your hips, gripping them as he steps closer, letting you feel his hard on pressed against the waist of the dress, “Will you allow me this? Allow me to prove that I am enough in every way not to you, but to myself?” 

You blinked at him, confounded by the blatancy of his statement and his astounding actions, mouth agape as you stumbled to find the words to respond to his query, “ I… I’m not sure I understand what you’re asking me.”

He raises a brow at your nervous chuckle, licking his lips at the way you flustered so easily for him, “Oh, but I think you do my pretty little Alice.” 

Jun’s hands slipped lower now toying with the bottom hem of your dress before leaning in letting his breath tickle your ear and neck again. Though this time you noticed how good he smelled, of earl grey and bergamot something you wouldn’t mind being surrounded in. 

“I want to fuck you in this pretty little dress. Having you falling apart on my cock like my pretty little doll.”  His voice almost seems to have the faintest little bit of a growl to it and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“Okay, but just… don’t rush it please. I don’t want it to hurt.” You feel your cheeks burn at the request and how little hesitation you showed now that it truly came down to it, but you knew the request would be necessary based on what you had felt when he pressed against you. 

“Of course my pretty doll, I would never hurt you.” He assures you, dropping to his knees, tugging on a string behind him and your legs are being tugged apart, spreading you for him.  Flipping the skirt of your dress rather dramatically over his hat as it keeps the material out of his way so his lips could press against your panties delicately before he’s ripping them off. “Don’t worry doll no one will be able to tell under this dress of yours.”

His hands are on your thighs as he finally gets a taste of you, almost instantly going feral at it and becoming desperate to drink down as much of you as he can get. Despite the way his mouth gets almost aggressive however, he never grips at your thighs, his touch simply brushing delicately against your skin as if he’s afraid to damage it.  

“Sweetest thing I ever tasted, doll. I don’t know how I’ll go back to my tea table now, not without the taste of you filling my cup instead. Nothing will ever satisfy me other than you now.” He groans before his tongue is pressing in trying to get as deep as possible to truly get the most of you that he could. The actions cause his nose to press firmly against your clit and whenever he shifts to get better access he rubs against it increasing your pleasure tenfold. That being nearly all it took to make you cum for him, the last straw being when his moans grew loud enough for you to hear and not just feel despite being muffled by all the layers of dress in the way. Jun took his time lapping gently at you until he was sure he had gotten every last drop of your cum and only then coming back from underneath and into your view, lips and chin glistening, nearly dripping even in you. 

“Somehow you’re even sweeter when you cum doll, though I’m thinking that might only be for me.” He smirks up at you as you watch his tongue slip out to lap up as much as he can off his face, “You’re definitely ready for me now though.” 

He’s reaching around to help you despite the strings, turning you and bending you over, now with quite the number of threads tangled beneath where your upper half is bent. His hands work to bunch the material of the dress in a way where he can push in without ruining what he had put so much effort into perfecting for you. Feeling as though he were floating, with the way your still sensitive cunt squeezed him and you moaned softly at the feeling of him.

“I knew you were perfect doll, but to feel it adds so much more. Now let me show you that you’re not the only perfection here.” Jun emphasizes his point with a purposeful thrust, one that hit deep and just right showing he did in fact know exactly what he was doing. Each one to follow after was just as skillful and soon had your eyes rolling back until all you saw was stars. Sure your cries could be heard far outside of his shop, not that either of you cared as you grew obsessed with the feeling of each other. You hadn’t intended to be here sure, but with the way Jun’s cock was bullying your spot and had you drooling you may have to stay simply to curb the addiction this create within your core. 

“Fuck Junnie… fuck me full please… you ruined my panties now if you fill me I’ll leak down my legs under the pretty dress you made me. Marked and soiled as your little dolly. Your pretty little Alice.”  Your words made him twitch inside of you, nearly losing it. Only he held off long enough to rub at your clit and hear you fall apart for him. Stilling pressed firmly against your cervix as he felt you lose yourself on his cock and threw him over the edge.

“So perfect for me. Only who knows, I fucked it deep in there baby doll. So some of it might just stay in and take. Give you my babies.” His words make you whimper at the thought alone. 

He goes to get something to gently wipe you off with before he’s cutting the threads one at a time to help you out of them while you’re still shaky and unsettled, not wanting any accidents. Then he’s helping you back to the guest room to lay you down again, lightly kissing your forehead.

“You take a nap and rest up after all that. I’ll just do some more work and by the time you wake I’ll have lunch ready for us.” He assures you, brushing the hair out of your face and tucking you in before he’s heading back to the doorway. When he turns to look at you once more he smiles seeing you already in a peaceful sleep.

“Welcome home my Alice.”

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Sober Up - Jesper Fahey

Consider this a sequel to "Bottom Of The Barrel, And The Bottle" but can be read without.

Content warnings: Canon Compliant Discussions of Alcohol/Gambling. Fear Of Rejection. Unresolved Ending. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Jesper Taglist: @stray-kaz

The knock at your door isn't surprising, it's early afternoon and you're half expecting to see a disgruntled demolition expert on your doorstep when you open the door, or a charming if not insistent Heartrender looking for honey tea and biscuits as a distraction from the waiting. But opening the door to be face to face with Jesper's eyes softened by sleep and regret, that you hadn't been expecting.

"Fahey, how's that head?" you ask. He rubs the back of his neck with a hand and you don't think you've seen him this sheepish since Kaz caught him at a table hours after he was sent back to the slat.

"Less than optimal," he says. "Can we," he gestures to the inside and you don't budge from the doorway, waiting for him to ask the whole question, "talk?"

"Come on in," you say, putting the reluctance on thick. Jesper swings in and he looks light on his feet, like he is preparing to run. You wonder how often you've seen him look like that, and you conclude more often than he looks grounded.

"I... I need to apologise," he says.

"What for?" You ask. For turning up to your doorstep drunk? For being too drunk to think anything he said through? For saying all those things to you? For only saying them because he was drunk? Or for noticing you because he was drunk? Maybe that's the worst one. Yeah, that was the worst one.

"You're going to make me say it?" Jesper asks, he has taken to leaning on the counter. When he is casual like this, when he is acting not exactly as himself but the mask isn't the all the way up, he looks like so much more than just the sharpshooter with the colourful embroidered waistcoat. He looks like more than a Dreg, more than a crow. He looks like the boy who fell down the rabbit hole and ended up at the bottom of The Barrel. He has sobered up, and his head is pounding and he still is scared to look at you.

"I am not making you do anything Jesper," you hesitate over his name, like you thought about calling him something else, something more delicate, but the hesitation reads as annoyance from where Jesper is stood. "You came to me remember."

"Again," he says, his hand flickers over his pistol on his left, a nervous movement, something he does for comfort, that familiar feeling of pearl and metal bringing him a sense of calm and similarity he is searching for. "I shouldn't have showed up last night, not here, not like that."

"That's what you want to apologise for?" you ask, "coming to me?"

"I didn't have a right," he says, "and I am sorry."

"Jesper, you don't have to be sorry about that," you tell him, "rather you here than staying at the tables."

"But you are mad at me?" he asks, and you cannot help but laugh, it's a bitter and exhausted laugh but it's a laugh, and it's involuntary.

"I am not," you drag in a deep breath, remind yourself that this isn't a fight, that he is trying to apologise even if he is too... Jesper, to know what he is apologising for, "I'm not mad. I am just... I don't know how to separate you from the things you sometimes do and say Jesper."

"You're upset with me about something I said?" he asks. You bite your tongue.

"Do you remember what you said?" you ask slowly.

"Painfully vividly," he admits. You just stare at him for that. "I don't..."

"You don't get me to make people feel wanted just because you've had more than you can handle," you tell him. "Friends don't do that to one another."

"Friends," he echoes back, the word repeating over and over in his mind.

"We are friends, aren't we?" you ask, an insecurity you weren't comfortable with starting to set in.

"We are friends," he says, he takes off his hat now and sets it down on the side and you see a flicker of something else, and you wonder if that's how he saw you last night when you pulled back from him, if he saw the same thing in you then as you see in him now: vulnerability. "But I didn't just notice you because I was drunk."

"You always notice me when you're drunk Jes," you say.

"I notice you when I am sober too," he says, "I notice you all the time."

"You talk a good game Jesper Fahey, but I think you and I are talking about different things," you tell him, "can I get you something?"

"Your forgiveness?" he asks.

"I've already forgiven you, you idiot," you mumble. He catches your hand as you pass him, and the sudden contact, the urgency, makes your heart nearly jump from your chest.

"You do know how I feel about you," he says slowly, "don't you?"

You know that he thinks of you, when he is drunk, when he has won something, when his luck is thriving and he is giddy with that adrenalin. You know he searches for you, that he finds you when he has something to share, because you come to mind as the person he wants to tell. You know he sees you, more than you thought you could be seen in this dismal place. You know he trusts you, enough to come to you when vulnerable, when he needs safe harbour, he trusts you enough to be here now, to apologise. You know he cares about you enough to apologise, and you know very well that is a rare thing. You've seen many ships sink in his harbour for all the holes they took from damage never attempted to mend, with flimsy promises and silences in place of apologies. But to ask yourself if you know how he feels about you? You come up short.

"I only know what you tell me Jesper," you say earnestly, "and besides drunken nonsense I cannot say you've told me a lot."

"I don't tell you because I don't think I know what I would become if I was living in a world, loving you and not being loved in return," Jesper says, and over the sound of the water boiling at the noise in the road, you don't hear him, but you know he said something.

"Jes?" you ask, asking for him to repeat himself. He thinks about it and then says nothing. "Can I get you something?"

"No," he says, reaching for his hat, "I should be going."

"Will I be seeing you soon?" you ask.

"Later tonight?"

"Sober?"

"I promise," he assures you.

"I expect you to keep that promise Fahey, you turn up sober and I will make you dinner."

"It's a date," he smiles and steps out of your door. You hum a response and don't look up, not even as the lock clicks itself into place.

Jesper leans against the wall beside your door, muttering curses to himself over and over. "Next time," he tells himself, dusting his jacket down, "next time."

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Can you give more insight on your post about Daniel?

When I first started learning about F1, I’m not gonna lie it’s totally because I fell down a rabbit hole of fics DON’T JUDGE ME.

So when I started looking into what the sport was and all the drivers, It’s wasn’t a deep dive so I definitely don’t actually know anything, I honestly thought Daniel might have been a bad driver cause of the constant switching teams. Maybe not bad but that he was a “good enough driver” so he was kept around but not enough to be any teams number 1 priority.

But like I said I still don’t actually know anything. Just found a new hyper fixation because the Formula 1 writers sucked me in.

I didn’t intend to get hunted by the DR fandom today but here’s my thoughts. Disclaimer, these are just my opinions/observations.

I think Daniel is/was a really good driver, probably comparable to the Lando/George class, like “give them the right car at the right time and they could be a world champion”. But I don’t think he was ever “build a team around him” type good like Max or Lewis. And I think he thought he was. He left RB in large part because he saw that RB was going to build the team around Max, so he went to Renault thinking that was somewhere he could have a team that was “his” team, but the project wasn’t delivering him the car fast enough. So he went to McLaren (probably sold a dream by Zac) thinking he would trounce baby Lando for number 1 driver and that would be his team.

I just feel like fundamentally, he fell into the trap of thinking he has earned a level of dedication from a team that he hadn’t yet. And maybe that’s harsh or wrong but that’s the vibe I always got. That he thought to take it to the next level he needed what Max was building with Red Bull, whereas I think you need to take it to the next level and then the dedication from the team comes. Unless you’re Max Verstappen, even to a certain extent Charles Leclerc, where that talent is so undeniable that it inspires that loyalty in a team* even if there’s not a championship to back it up. Those are the exceptions, and Daniel wasn’t one of them.

*for anyone about to be mad I didn’t put Lewis in that list, it’s because by the time he went to Mercedes he had already earned priority by that point in his career. It’s different to Max where they went all in on him without him being as much of a known quantity.

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Piece of Cake (Fanfic)

New chapter from my mains series 🩷

January 9th 18XX

Pinocchio had gotten ready and was in the hotel lobby waiting for Alice, he kept looking at his pocket watch, and glancing at the entrance door, Gemini kept telling him to calm down, 5 minutes had passed since the agreed time when Alice stepped into the hotel, Pinocchio waves at her and she went his way to sit with him.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry I’m late” Alice was mentally scolding herself, she shouldn’t start sharing the habit of her dear friend the white rabbit.

“It’s alright, it’s only been five minutes, this boy is just too impatient” Gemini chirped, Pinocchio always gets too excited for everything, he has to constantly remind him to calm down and things flow naturally.

There was a table in the lobby where you could prepare your own tea, each one of them made their own, Alice served herself a black tea while Pinocchio made his tea extremely sweet.

“I take it you don’t like bitter things?” Alice doesn’t enjoy sweets, perhaps every once in a while, but unlike what her Wonderland would like most to believe, she isn’t a fan of sugary things.

“Bitter things taste weird” Pinocchio loved sweets on the other hand, ever since he could start to eat he would beg his father to let him eat things like chocolate, “Although my father doesn’t like it much when I eat too many sweets”

“That’s because you are a brat that gets too hyperactive when you eat sugar” Gemini has already kept reminding him to take things slowly, when he eats too much sugar he somehow gets even more energy.

“Did you lads read the newspaper? They caught Jack The Ripper!” They overheard the voice of a man speaking. Stopping their small talk they realized how most of the guests were speaking of how he was arrested and would be pending trial, with many comments about how they didn’t expect a respected doctor to be the one behind those crimes.

Alice gave Pinocchio a wink, and he smiled back at her, they had done a good job.

“So, can you tell me more about Wonderland?” asked Pinocchio, he was too eager to finally hear what Alice’s world was like.

Alice didn’t even know where to start, it was such a long story, although he would only tell him about her adventures as a child, Pinocchio might be her friend but the tale of a corrupted Wonderland would stay secret, it was too personal to give away the details.

Alice recalled when she first fell down that rabbit hole, how she met Cheshire, her journey to meet the Mad Hatter with his peculiar tea parties with the Dormouse and The March Hare, and how it all led her to the Queen of Hearts; she also recalled her adventures through the Looking Glass Line.

Alice was glad that the infernal train was stopped, the Mock Turtle was now back in charge, and he wouldn’t allow any demonic trains to take over again.

Alice was telling Pinocchio the story of The Carpenter and the Walrus when Pinocchio began to cry, “What do you mean he ate the poor little Oysters?!”

A few people turned around to look at the, “Pinocchio calm down, they aren’t actually real” Gemini gave a sigh, he sometimes thinks his friend is just too pure for this world, but then he remembers how much of a brat he can be and the thought leaves his mind.

“But, they are real to Alice!”

“That is true, although do not worry, they sort of all come back, even after dying” They are figments of her mind so they cannot be destroyed, they were almost destroyed by the infernal train but Alice stopped it, if she beat that, nothing could ever truly harm her Wonderland.

“Do I have a Wonderland?” Pinocchio was curious, maybe not exactly Wonderland but he had been to the Otherlands, and those are just worlds that people create in their minds, although he was worried that because he wasn’t fully human he wouldn’t have one.

“Mmm, I supposed you do, you seem to have a great deal of imagination, I imagine your world must be very interesting”

“How do I go inside of it?” Pinocchio didn’t have the power to enter the worlds of others, Alice was the one to get them in and out, but if it was his own world then surely he could access it whenever he liked.

“Well…” Alice wondered how she should explain it, “The thing is, maybe it won’t do you any good to be there”

“What do you mean?” Pinocchio was confused, Alice’s world sounded so fun.

“The reason people retrieve into their mind like that, it’s because they want to escape from reality, and you cannot do that, well, you can’t but you shouldn’t” Alice knew firsthand what escapism can do to someone’s mind, “Wonderland is very dear to me, it’s my world, it’s me; but I made it because I was a lonely child, and I wanted to be in a place where I could be happy, were I would be noticed” and after the fire things became only worse, Alice retreated to her mind, but her mind was in shambles, she had to pull herself together, it took her years to do, she couldn’t accept what had happened, she couldn’t accept the death of her family.

“Oh, I see” Pinocchio now felt bad for asking Alice about that, and she could sense his discomfort.

“Do not worry, it’s still there, everyone has their own little worlds in their minds, I bet yours is very lovely, even if you don’t know what it looks like”

Pinocchio took a sip of the tea, what would his world look like? He wishes it was something very nice and happy, but a part of him knows that inside of it there is probably something that could make him feel distress, like his memories of the people he fought against in the disaster.

Gemini saw how uncomfortable the situation had gotten, so he decided to speak up to try to lighten up the mood, “I beat it has a valley made out of tears”

“Gemini!” Pinocchio was about to shake his cage when Alice laughing stopped him.

“Why I don’t know about him, but I do have one of those”

“Really?!” Pinocchio was intrigued again, Alice talked more about Wonderland, she enjoyed speaking about it, although Wonderland was born out of her sadness and loneliness, it was vital to her to protect it, she loved speaking of it to her family and her nan; but after the fire for so many years she was told to get rid of it, she couldn’t speak of it to others, it felt good to finally talk about Wonderland with someone else again, someone who didn’t judge her and that actually listen to her.

Alice wasn’t the one to fully dominate the conversation, Pinocchio talked about his family back in Krat, and eventually, they branched out into other topics.

“I love how you work at an Opera House, I’ve only been once back in Krat” No, going there back and forward to fight doesn’t count to him, “My father hasn’t taken me back, I wonder why”

“Pinocchio you cried for two hours because you thought that the Phantom of The Opera was actually real” Gemini realizes now in hindsight that it was a pretty dumb idea for Geppetto to bring him to that play.

“You really are a big crybaby are you?” Alice teased him.

“It was just very realistic” Pinocchio pouted, it was all his father’s fault he should have taken him to see a play that wasn’t scary. Although he really enjoyed the songs, he particularly loved the voice of the woman who sang Christine’s part. “And I liked the songs, I can play the piano and the violin, but I can’t sing”

“Gemini do you know how to sing? I figure that as a cricket you could” Alice was very amazed by Gemini’s existence, she believes Pinocchio is lucky to have a friend like that with him all the time.

“I can sing, what kind of cricket isn’t able to sign anyways?” He might not be an actual bug like them, but he can still sing just as well.

“Why have you never sung before?” Pinocchio asked him, looking back, it does feel odd that even he didn’t know that his friend could sign.

“Well, it’s not like I could just randomly start singing while we were fighting monsters, I guess I could sing to you one of these days” Gemini would like that do that, he hears Pinocchio play music all the time, it’s only fair he chirps him a tune one day.

Eventually, evening finally came, and Pinocchio saw his father entering the lobby and going towards them.

“Ah, you must be Alice, right? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” Geppetto gave her a smile.

“I’m Alice Liddel, a pleasure to meet you, sir”

“Hopefully my son hasn’t given you any trouble”

“Father!” Pinocchio was pouting again, he in fact did the opposite and helped fix trouble.

“Oh not at all, he is a great young man, you must be proud of him”

Geppetto played with his son’s hair, “I am, he is a very good boy”

Pinocchio’s heart was pounding, he loved getting compliments, especially if they came out from his father or mother. He stood up and gave his father a big hug.

“I must be going then, I believe I have already taken much time out this vacation the two of you are having” Alice looked a bit sad, but she had to actually do her job, getting fired would be too much so he couldn’t hang out anymore, and Pinocchio wasn’t going to stay in London forever, it was best for them to part ways now.

“Aaww Alice, I wish I could still talk to you” Pinocchio was sad too, he wished he could stay in touch with her.

“Why don’t the two of you write each other letters?” Geppetto suggested.

Pinocchio’s eyes beamed with joy, “Really? We can? Really?!”

“Calm down buddy” Gemini feels like a broken record by now.

“Why I’d love to do that,” Alice said cheerfully, she wrote her address on a piece of paper and Geppetto gave out their address to her as well.

Alice gave her goodbyes and promised that she would write, and Pinocchio was thrilled to write too.

“Hopefully Antonia is still helping you with your handwriting,” Geppetto said to his son.

“Father!” Why was everyone teasing him so much today?!

———-

Geppetto and Pinocchio decided to go sightseeing, just to spend the day together, they made it back to the Hotel by twilight, and they started to make their actual vacation plans once they were back in their room, Pinocchio couldn’t wait to see all the other places where they would spend time together; Geppetto also mentioned how he would like for Pinocchio to properly meet Alexander and spent at least a day with him, Geppetto wanted to catch up with him and he wanted his friend to know more about his son, the more he gets to brag about Pinocchio the better, back before Carlo died, he actually spoke a lot about him to others, the relationship between the two of them was rocky, and Geppetto made a lot of mistakes, but he always talked and talked about Carlo every time someone asked about his son.

It was nice to spend time as a family, this was a moment to be treasured.

————-

January 17th 18XX

Pinocchio did as he was told and followed him downstairs, down to the basement, he carefully took each step, the floorboards creaking along the way, that was odd, why were the lights turned off?

They reached their destination, there was only one light turned on inside the room, Pinocchio could barely see what was around him, the light illuminated a big table, the table was strange, it didn’t look like a table to put things in or use it in a kitchen, he saw that the table was hanging some strange rope from hanging its sides, Pinocchio looked at the only other thing that could be seen in the darkness, something was that was covered by a piece of cloth was bolted in the wall in front of him, Pinocchio wanted to take a closer look, but he suddenly felt a deep pain in his chest, he fell on his knees to the floor, he tried to get up but he couldn’t, he could barely move his hands, he tried to speak but he wasn’t able to properly form words.

Pinocchio heard laughter behind him, “You are even more stupid than I thought”

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Oh, don’t mind us, we’re just carving up our pumpkins and spiking the apple cider. We’ve been busy preparing some spooky treats for the little goblins and ghouls around town. Lil’ Rollie’s costume is supposed to be a real showstopper this year from what we’ve heard.

We hope you sit back and enjoy these community recs from our farm witch friends with some of your favorite candies and leave the authors some love!

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Feels like home (@thegrayness) **RPF**  “In this absolutely lovely fic, Dan is a novelist whose research on small towns puts him in close proximity with the charming Noah. Complete with Hallmark vibes and just the right amount of pining, this fic is perfect for anyone looking to get in their holiday feels. It's sweet, fun, and absolutely worth a read (or two)!!”

Fifteen hundred miles (morehuman) “This is the one that started it all for me. The one I stumbled upon after falling down a Schitt’s Creek internet rabbit hole and found myself on AO3. The one that made me fall in love with this concept of taking characters that I had fallen in love with and placing them in different situations and have it work. It showed me there were all these people in the world creating unique, compelling and brilliantly written stories. This is my favorite fic for so many reasons, but mostly because of everything it brought to me. New friends, a renewed love of reading, along with reawakening my own creativity. I know it’s already well-known and well-loved but I felt the need to share how much it means to me.”

Halloween whiskey (@missgeevious) “A fine Halloween fic. I love the way this writer is so concise, creating this little gem with nary a wasted word. A tight 5K that's both sweet and scorching hot. Come for Patrick's "do-over" in the beginning, linger for the intense heat in the middle, and leave with the image of Patrick's adjusted costume firmly planted in your brain.”

Into a million pieces (rosieboo98) “This is one of my go to fics when I am looking to read angst. It brings me to tears every time. But then it gives our boys their happy ending. I really appreciate the fact that once they get their happy ending, the story does not end. Instead, the author gives a few chapters of them building their new relationship after it has been so broken.  Highly recommend if you need a good angst with happy endings!”

Language of Love (pandorasdaydream) “If you’ve ever wondered what happened between the episodes, these series are for you. Such attention to detail and explanations for David and Patrick’s thoughts and behaviors. I loved exploring this series.”

The last first kiss - a series of alternate first kisses (poutini/@cheesecurdsgravyandfries) “This piece eighteen alternate “last first kisses” that all take place before the S3:13 grad night kiss we all know and love, hits a bit differently. It’s soft, sweet, funny, and a wonderful bit of evidence that David and Patrick will be together in every universe- sometimes sooner than you’d think. 11/10 would read again and again and again— and you should too!”

Smoke gets in your eyes (@this-will-be-our-year) “This Mad Men (remix) AU is freakin gold!!! Its set in the 60s yet its SO David & Patrick. I cried, laughed, and fell in love with the characters. I'm not even kidding when I say that a fluffy sequel where we see them as "husbands" or a present time fast forward where they marry legally is in my DAILY MANIFESTATIONS. So, so good!” 

Stab: The Elmsboro Murders (@dinnfameron) “I am assuming that everyone knows the quintessential October fic “My Heart is Like a Haunted House” by dinnfameron, so I don’t need to tell you to go read that. Right? Okay, well, after that one, check out another seasonally appropriate one by the same author, “Stab: The Elmsboro Murders.” You’ll love this flirty, lighthearted meet-cute based on a slasher movie. Dinnfameron is such a clever wordsmith—weaving together canon lines in unexpected ways, capturing the tone of a detective story, and including plenty of affectionate and true-to-character banter. The point of view alternates, and the parts in journalist David’s head are particularly fun and sweet. So don’t be scared of this little horror fic. It might kill you, but only in the best, most metaphorical ways.”

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FOR THE LAST TIME! MARTIN SCORSESE DID NOT DIRECT GONCHAROV!

I wrote all of this on a reblog of a great post  by @mortalityplays that explains how Twitter’s broken copyright protection system is finally letting the world appreciate the up-til-recently lost film “Goncharov,” but it was a reblog, so I don’t think enough people are seeing this. And honestly, it’s just like tumblr to go hog wild on a media property without knowing even a scintilla of the actual history of it. 

I know that Martin Scorsese is getting a lot of love for tumblr’s favorite new rediscovered film, but (and I can't believe I have to fucking go all filmbro on this, but I fell down a hyper-fixation rabbit hole on this a while back) what's pissing me off about all of this, is that everyone, including op, keeps giving Martin Scorsese credit as the director, when the title card clearly shows "Martin Scorsese Presents" (I think it's the snippet in the 3rd tweet, maybe the 4th) which means that Martin Scorsese was the DISTRIBUTOR.

Like. Ok, so Scorsese graduates film school roughly the same time as George Lucas and Francis Ford Coppola, Brian DePalma, and the rest of the Movie Brats, coming up with Steven Spielberg etc, launching the American auteur era of film, but smack in the middle of research for Mean Streets, Scorsese encounters this film by the mononymic Italian director, Matteo (JWHJ0715 was his member id number in Italy's version of the Director's Guild of America - pretty sure they stopped requiring directors include their guild number in the credits after Fellini refused for like 20 years and they just gave up trying to fine him. This is also what inspired Lucas to cow the DGA into submission on the credits at the end thing for Star Wars).

And Scorsese is just fucking blown away. Like, it's everything he's wanted to do since he went into film school. The symbolism, the interpersonal intrigue, the conflicting loyalties between love, honor and duty, the family you are born into vs. the mafia family that finds, accepts and trains you, the constant ethical tension between doing what's right for your morality and what's right for YOUR family vs. what's right For the Family.

I mean. Jesus, look at Goodfellas if you want to see how Scorsese tries to touch on SOME OF THAT when he finally feels like he knows enough to even attempt to approach Matteo's mastery.

Of course, that's not even touching on the Cold War intrigue about the Russian mob operating outside of Soviet Russia and the whole KGB subplot aspect of it all.

Anyway, so back to 1972. Scorsese is just absolutely blown away. The Godfather has just come out and America is mafia mad! Scorsese has had some modest hits. He thinks that Mean Streets is gonna be his big break, and he sees this movie. Not only does he dump his original lead actor to cast Robert Deniro because of it, he decides that he's gonna use the connections he's been making to get this film in front of American movie goers, to help finance the films he wants to make.

So he just, he just fuckin COLD CALLS Dominico Procacci and says "I know people and I can get this movie seen over here" and Procacci takes the meeting... Like, the balls on Martin!

But Procacci doesn't tell him that the real Russian mafia is already sniffing around. Anyway, Scorsese gets the distribution rights for the US and starts getting prints made and ready to distribute to prop up the mob-movie-fever so he can ride it when Mean Streets hits later in the year.

Like, the film was already in cans and at the theater, when the Russian mob knocks on Marty's door and have a very convincing conversation with him.

Next thing you know, all of the prints are back at the warehouse where, reportedly, the fucking Russian mob counts each and every single one. Then they toss the fucking master on the pile (I don't know where they got that, does anyone have that story??) and set it all alight, while Marty watches his future go up in flames.

But then they just fucking walk away and Martin Scorsese, with britches full, goes back to his car and doesn't even see the bag of cash in the backseat until the next day. Business concluded.

Gotta give Old Ivan credit. Just like Matteo depicted - they keep their fucking word. Martin Scorsese decided to stick to the Italian and Irish mobs in his movies from then on, and leave the god damned Ruskies alone.

Of course, none of them knew about the test prints back at the warehouse of the company that was hired to make the copies for American distribution. I could be wrong, but isn't the leading theory about the provenance of the Twitter copy that someone probably found one of those test prints in some corporate asset auction or something?

Anyway, sorry for the ramble. I just hate seeing Matteo getting left out of the fucking conversation, especially now that arguably his greatest work is finally getting attention.

Scorsese has been basically fanfic AU-ing "Goncharov" his whole fucking career and now he's gonna get actually credit for the original? Not on my fucking watch, thank you.

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the rabbit hole

I had just graduated college with a degree in Accounting when I knew for sure I wanted more out of life career-wise. I wouldn’t admit it then but I may have been just as ambitious and egotistical as the next incoming freshman in law school. Spoiler alert: law school has not just humbled me, it has stripped me of my ego, if not self-confidence. Hence, my ability to now admit I had an exaggerated sense of self-importance. But that’s beside the point.

Entering law school has a way of making you feel important and I fell for it. So down the rabbit hole I went. We were about to learn all these really important stuff, it’s exciting. Entering law school was easy. STAYING is hard. I remember my first week. I felt intimidated, surrounded by people who are not only smart but definitely look the part - and that raises the intimidating factor to a number of levels. It took me a while to accept that I was in the right room. I never went around telling people I was studying law because I always felt like a kid in a costume. Then I found some people who understood me or felt the same way I was feeling. I was Alice and I have found my Mad Hatters, only we drank beer instead of tea. Until now I do not understand where they get their self-doubts because they are a bunch of very smart and beautiful people, two of which were valedictorian and salutatorian of our batch.

You’d think after waking up early in the morning and going to the library to read until class starts at 5:30 pm everyday that it’s easy to pass. But everyone does that in law school. You read and you read and you read and sometimes it’s still not enough.

At the end of each semester you take a look around. You see all the empty seats where your classmates who once swore they wanted to become lawyers used to sit. Staying is hard. People will realize what they really want in life isn’t to become a lawyer. People will realize where their true passion lies. People who are doing it for others like their parents will give up. And the people who want it, they will be tested on how much they want it, how much they’re willing to sacrifice, and how much they’re willing to endure. People will realize what they can or can’t handle.

The aesthetic is a lie. Staying in law school affects all aspects of your life. Hell, it could even affect your personal hygiene. I know of classmates who shower with their book within their view, some who sacrifice their shower time to read instead on days with early saturday/sunday classes. I remember crying while having breakfast because it was the only time I could squeeze in a good cry. I did a lot of crying in law school now that I think about it. Crying because of stress, crying because I read for hours and still didn’t finish the assigned readings, crying because I didn’t do well on a recit, crying because I want to sleep but can’t, crying because I get more and more pimples everyday, or crying because I don’t feel sufficient.

Elle Woods made it look easy. Harvey Specter made it look badass. In a way, it is. But it’s also a lot of other things. It’s intense, academically and emotionally. But it always felt worth it. So I carried on.

I finished my first semester… I was looking at a tree with a door on its side and I chose to stay in Wonderland.

I have been choosing to stay since then.

[euphor1a]

besties wanted jk n mingyu so i gib jk n mingyu🤩

— or, a small bit of the very messy outline of my death the junggyu fic™. totally unedited and raw (intentional). kept that way so that one can feel the original vibes i was feeling when i was brainstorming this on a random 3 am 😙

fwb popular!jk & campus crush jock!mg 

jk is popular for very obvious (? or is it) reasons 🤭, almost made him a fuckboy but nah not really. man’s terrified of commitment so he used to sleep around often, kinda.

but then he finds our oc and *cough* *cough* legitimately falls. still not willing to commit tho 🙄 hence the “fwb” (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

our poor oc... sigh. let’s just say they’re on different pages :/ and our girl is tired of jk’s bs, desperately trying to gather herself and actually move on.

SHE DESERVES SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY WANTS TO BE W HER!!!!

incoming our campus crush kim mingyu 😍

man’s so fine that everyone can feel themselves physically swooning when he’s around 😫

he’s also a jock 😼, not entirely sure which sport i want him to play though... (?🏀)

NOW NOW!! this man is one of those guys who rejects all advances but his love-life is pretty much non-existent (sounds like the biggest lie but yes,,,)

rumor says he used to be nasty nasty at first apparently 👀 but then he found better people as friends and changed 🤨? did a total 180°?

on this random evening after a session, oc asks jk to help her make mg jealous (?) idk she just needs his ✨ATTENTIONNNNNN✨!!! am i self-projecting? am i?

oc always knew him (who wouldn’t), but she was introduced face to face with theeee kmg by jk 🤠

she actually got pretty close to jk’s friend group cause she tagged along w jk to group hang outs frequently (fyi, it was jeon jungkook who would drag her w him 💀)

and 👉🏼👈🏼 she developed this silly little crush on mg 🙈

later on, as oc realized jeon jk is hellbent on staying “friends”, she decided to give other people a chance.

she secretly hopes that if she dates someone else, maybe jk can see and come back to his MFING SENSES

but anyway, our girl is a bit too deep into the mingyu rabbit-hole by now also 😔✋🏼

sulky n pouty jk being mad about oc liking mg… cause guess what!? junggyu homies 😔✊🏼

hmm…. jk still fucking oc in the midst of that ish cuz why not 🫣 n he’s mad too so kinda hate fucking? anyway — oc convinces jk bc she is a simp for mg same girl i feel u and jk agrees half-heartedly cause he would actually give her the whole world 🙄 just stupid ass simps everywhere!!

jk thinks that mg will never say yes 🙃 so deep down he’s like making plans about how he’s gonna absolutely destroy oc and punish her once she gets her heart broken by the campus crush 🥴

like??? BITCH LOOK WHOS TALKING? men are so dense sometimes like WHAT EVEN CANT YOU SEE THAT YOU HURT OC TOO (maybe in a worse way tbh)

sigh... so anyway.

mg thinks oc is prettiest ever & attractive asf and he gets butterflies and stuff when she’s around 🥰🦋 but he never made a move bc he knows there’s sumn fishy going on between oc n his friend 😩

SURPRISE! that man has been pining over oc from who knows when 😦

no one except him knows about it though 😔 (well... you guys know now)

moving forward 👾

jk being grumpy n fighting oc every 10 secs for the dumbest things bc she fell for his bff out of all people 🤡 (but jk is an asshole too cuz bro should’ve stopped saying shit like “we are nothing but friends”?? like yk you can’t just expect a girl to be your fwb for the rest of your life?? 🙄 plus she caught feelings for you n you were a dumb bitch abt it... she deserves to be loved, verbally, physically, mentally and in all the ways 😔🥺)

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... i think i spoiled a bit too much 😵‍💫! but yea here you go!! if you have any thoughts about this, feel free to share them through asks or comments! i’d love to hear them! and, for this once, i request to not rb 🙈! i wouldn’t be the most comfortable seeing this reblogged 😭

[embodyingchaos]

❥ melt your heart | chapter six

pairing: draco malfoy x oc genre: best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: injuries, so many injuries, julianna's grandmother being a bitch word count: 3.4k masterlist: melt your heart last chapter: chapter five next chapter: chapter seven

THE THREE PICKED up julianna after easily escaping neville longbottom, who tried to stop them from sneaking out again. "you petrified him?!" julianna shrieked and the three shushed her, "i cannot believe you did that to neville!" she whispered as she got underneath the invisibility cloak with the rest of them. keep it in mind that they had to squeeze together really hard in order for all of them to fit under one cloak. "what else was i suppose to do? duel him?" hermione retorted, "ow! you stood on my foot!" she exclaimed, ron let out a measly 'sorry'.

they reached the room quite fast but apparently not fast enough, because by the time they had arrived, a harp was playing a lovely, soft tune and fluffy was dead asleep. "uh oh." julianna muttered as she got out from under the invisibility cloak. "snape's been here already." the hufflepuff wasn't going to lie, she still had many doubts that snape was the one behind all this evil, cursed madness. he's evil, but not that evil. while the dog was asleep, the four opened the trap door and looked down it to see absolute nothingness. "i'll go first. don't follow until i give you a sign. if something bad happens, get yourselves out." harry tells them but they realised that it was suddenly way too quiet. "has the music stopped or is it just me?" julianna whimpered, clutching onto hermione. they all looked behind to see the harp stopped playing. "ugh!" groaned ron when a weird gooey, slimey liquid dripped onto his shoulder. looking up, the children scream at the sight of the three-headed dogs fully awake and angry. "jump!" harry exclaimed and one by one went down the rabbit hole of doom.

luckily for them, there seemed to be black, vine-like plants at the bottom of the trapdoor. unluckilyy for them, julianna knew exactly what type of plant this was and safe to say, it was not safe. "lucky this plant thing's here, really." ron pants but when seeing julianna's face, his concerns come flying back. "nobody move! this is devil's snare!" she shouted once the plant started to grab ahold of their limbs, halting their movements. "what the bloody hell is that?!" ron yelled, "oh! i've read about this!" julianna held back the urge to roll her eyes, trying her best to stay calm and not move. harry and ron didn't seem to listen as they still tried their hardest to get around the snake-like vines. "you have to relax! it's a type of plant where the more you move and struggle, the more it kills you faster-" "kills us faster?! oh, now i can relax!" ron grunted and julianna scowled before the devil's snare took her and hermione down underneath into another room, they fell with an 'oomph'. "hermione!" "julianna!" harry and ron shout simultaneously, the girls help each other up. "oh, now what are we gonna do?!" "trust julianna and just relax!" hermione shouted from underneath them, "hermione? julianna? where are you?" "just do as i say! trust me!" harry closed his eyes and tried to remain as calm as possible, and the plant pulled him under.

now ron was the only one left and he wasn't going to stop screaming or struggling any time soon, they figured. "i'm trying to remember something in herbology! i only ever learned about the plants through experience and i barely read on them! what about you, 'mione?" hermione lowered her head, "sadly, this was something i overlooked." well, this was the biggest shock of them all. julianna's mind went back to a nursery rhyme her grandmother used to say to her. "devil's snare, devil's snare is deadly fun... but will sulk in the sun! that's it! devil's snare hates sunlight! hah, can't believe i remembered that, i was like five." she rambled as she grabbed her wand from the back of her shirt, pointing it above them. "lumos solem!" she conjured up light with the biggest sunlight spell she could think of, making the devil's snare screech and tear apart, allowing ron to fall through.

he stands up and dusts himself, "lucky we didn't panic!" they all deadpanned, "lucky julianna's brilliant at plants." harry bluntly stated and julianna blushed. "it's nothing, do you guys hear that sound?" she asked and they all nod, "sounds like wings." the four went down the staircase and opened the door. the door led them to a room with flying birds? "curious, i've never seen birds like these." "they're not birds. they're keys." hearing what harry said makes julianna groan, "charms. this is all professor flitwick's idea i presume." she mentioned, seeing as that the professors at hogwarts helped out with a few of the things to help keep the stone safe. the four soon realised in order to open the next door, they would have to find its key, and to find the key, they would need to look for one that was old and rustic. to get the key, they would need to use the broomstick to fly up and catch it. you see why julianna hates this now?

of course, the right choice for the job was harry. now, the only problem was that the other keys were crowding around him, blocking his vision like a flock of birds would. once he caught the key, he threw it down to hermione and she opened the door, allowing the three of them to continue their journey. the next room was dark and filled with huge statues, it gave all of them a bad feeling. "this is no graveyard." said ron who walked forward, "it's a chessboard." at his words, the room lit up and it showcased all the pieces in wizard's chess but 20x larger. "there's the door!" harry pointed, "oh, thank god. imagine we had to play real life wizard's chess-" julianna got cut off by the clanging of swords when the soldier pieces started to move as they tried to pass through. "aaand i spoke too soon." julianna pressed her lips together as they all backed away.

"now, what do we do?" "it's obvious, isn't it? we've got to play our way across the room." the redhead expertly says before telling each of them where to stand and what to do. "alright. harry, you take the empty bishop square. hermione, you'll be the queen-side castle. julianna, you'll take the king-side rook." they all nodded, "as for me, i'll be a knight." he heroicly says making julianna stifle a laugh as she went to her spot, 'adorable.' she thought. the game wasn't what they expected to be, yet at the same time, it was. when they lose a piece, it entirely gets broken, attacked, murdered! i'm getting carried away. at some point in the game, julianna had gotten herself hit by a tiny, falling piece of debris. "julianna! are you alright?!" ron yelled from across the board, "yes! but, my eye hurts really bad." of course the debris had to hit her in the eye, as if being almost strangled to death wasn't enough.

after many lost soldiers and pieces, ron had finally made it but then they realised what he had to do in order to win. "once i make the move, the queen will take me. then you're free to check the king." he said to harry, "no, ron, no!" harry's exclaim made hermione confused, "what is it?" "he's going to sacrifice himself." hermione snaps her head at him, "no, you can't! there must be another way!" julianna cried and ron turned to her, "do you wanna stop snape from getting that stone or not?" his words tick her off, 'we still don't know if it's snape or not.' she thought as she crossed her arms. with that, ron made his move, and so did the white queen who plummeted her sword into ron's horse making him fall off and land on the cold, marble, chess board floor, knocking him out cold. hermione almost moved before harry stopped her, reminding her that they're still playing.

once they had finished the game, there was one more room for them to go through. "you two go without me." julianna tells the two, "with only one eye left to use, i'm no use. i'll stay here and take care of ron." hermione and harry looked at each other before looking back at julianna. "are you sure?" "yes, i'm sure. harry, you need hermione's wits and harry, you need to be the one to face off whoever's going to be there at the end." harry furrowed his eyebrows, "it's going to be sna-" "you don't know that. maybe there's something you missed, because my gut says it really isn't him." julianna's low tone gave chills to the both of them, "alright. stay safe, jules." the two said before leaving out the door.

julianna sighed as she continued to hold her right eye, thinking of a way to cover it. she ripped off her pants, her grandmother totally won't mind her ruining her pants(she definitely will mind), and used it to make some sort of eyepatch to wrap around her head. when she was done, she sat there with no thoughts in her head. "ah! no!" ron's sudden scream scared the wits out of her, "merlin! do you usually scream this loud when you wake up?!" she screamed back at the redhead who looked around before looking back at the brunette before him. "why do you look like a pirate?" he questioned and they went silent for a bit before bursting out laughing. when they stopped, julianna gave him a hug. "i- um-" ron had no idea what to say, confused and puzzled. "i was worried about you." "oh, really? i hadn't noticed." he replied with a half-smile plastered on his face, she hits him lightly.

they continued to start talking about how hungry they were and could really go for a feast right now when hermione came back without harry. "we need to go!" she exclaimed, weirding out the other two. "what?" they asked in unison, "stop that." again, in unison. they only groan. "we need to send a letter to professor dumbledore about harry!" hermione dragged the two out of the room, "how are we suppose to get out of the hole?" ron asked, the two girls looked at each other with knowing smiles. "we fly." the boy lets out a laugh of excitement, "yes!" they all grab brooms and flew out of the place as easy as pie, julianna having to cast lumos again just so they could get through the devil's snare.

when they had just sent the owl, they stumbled upon dumbledore in the entrance hall. "harry's gone after him, hasn't he?" he asked and without an answer, he hurried off to the third floor before they could say anything. "well, that's what we call fast mail, innit?" julianna joked, the other two still confused. "come on, we should head to the hospital wing to treat that eye." hermione patted julianna's back, "and what about me?!" "well, you're coming along too." and the bickering between the two friends commenced, julianna laughing in the back.

for the next three days, it was all chaos. first reason is because everyone had heard about what happened to harry but didn't know exactly the full story. people assumed many things, started many rumours but, of course, they were only that; rumours. 

draco was senselessly worried about julianna when she came into class with an actual eyepatch. "what happened to your eye? i want answers this instant." he told her, acting like her father. julianna was so taken aback she started laughing, and i mean, 'falling to the floor' laughing. she explained everything seeing as he was one of her best friends. "that's great, you're apart of potter's chummy chums group, are you now?" draco scoffed and julianna smiled, "why? you jealous?" "no! don't be ridiculous, jules." "mmm, sure." the teasing continued for the whole day, she was even able to sit next to draco during dinner at the slytherin table, which caused a lot of heads to turn but nobody questioned it.

of course, julianna, ron and hermione all worried about harry as he hadn't woken up yet at the time. "when do you think he'll wake up?" "i don't know but i hope he won't miss the end-of-the-year feast. he would definitely beat himself up for that." julianna cocked her head to the side as she pushed a few strands of harry's hair away from his eyes.

"forget about him waking up! when will i be able to see with two eyes again!" the hufflepuff exclaimed dramatically, placing the back of her hand on her forehead. "right now should be the time, actually." madam pomfrey said out of nowhere, startling julianna. madam pomfrey took off the eyepatch and placed a few more magical eyedrops or whatever you use to heal a bruised eye. "everything seems to be fine. can you read this?" she used her wand to grab the eye chart and julianna could definitely read all of it. "ah, finally! full sight! now, we just have to wait for harry to wake up." ron and hermione gave her a look, "what? my sight is very important to me! how would i paint or draw if i could only see half?!" they both rolled her eyes at her before they all went out to go to the great hall to have lunch.

after three days, harry finally woke up and the three raced to the hospital wing to wait for him at the top of the stair case. when harry came out of the hospital wing, he saw the three at the top of the staircase waiting for him. hermione was wearing her christmas present from julianna, ron had a black eye ("but at least he can see!" said julianna at some point) and julianna's eye was a-okay. the sight of them filled harry with joy. "alright there, ron?" harry asked his best friend, "alright. you?" harry shrugged and said he was okay with a smile, "hermione? julianna?" the two girls smiled, "never better." they all head to the great hall while harry told them all about what happened.

"you were right, jules. it wasn't snape, it was quirrell the entire time." harry said, "i'm sorry i didn't listen to you-" "no, it's fine! i could have been wrong too! all that matters now is that you're safe from harm and safe from you-know-who." julianna smiled, swinging her arm around the gryffindor.

inside the great hall, flags of slytherin house were lined up to signify their win over the house cup. gryffindor was very bothered, but like other hufflepuffs, julianna didn't really care. "juli!" "ceddy!" the two friends greeted each other as julianna sat next to the tall fourth year. with that, chatter filled the hall. from every table, even the teachers' table. at the sound of clinking glass, the hall fell silent.

dumbledore stood up, "another year gone, and now, as i understand it, the house cup needs awarding. the points stand thus: in first place, gryffindor with 312 points. third place, hufflepuff with 352 points. in second place, ravenclaw with 426 points, and in first place, slytherin with 472 points." a round of applause from the slytherin house was the loudest. julianna was quite happy for draco but that was literally the only person from slytherin she talked to. "yes, yes, well done, slytherin. well done, slytherin. however, recent events must be taken into account and i have a few last-minute points to award." this had everyone on their toes. "first, to miss julianna candy, for her rather absurd but admirable knowledge of herbology, and her amazing skill of working under pressure when others are in grave peril, i award 50 points." julianna's eyes widen as everyone at the hufflepuff table erupted in cheer, patting her on the back as cedric gave her a high-five. she could see from the corner of her eye, draco clapping underneath the table, subtly smiling at her. she was embarrassed but was very grateful for winning back the house points she had lost for hufflepuff.

"second, to miss hermione granger, for the cool use of intellect, quick wits and intelligence in the face of fire, 50 points." cheers erupted all around except for the slytherin table, "third, to mr. ronald weasley, for the best-played game of chess that hogwarts has seen these many years, 50 points." julianna's jaw fell in a smile, she realised what dumbledore was doing. "and fourthly, to mr. harry potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, i award gryffindor house 60 points." the whole gryffindor table could fill the hall with their screaming and shouting, which they did. julianna looked back at draco who wasn't smiling at all anymore.

"finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. i award 10 points... to neville longbottom." this time julianna stood up, "yes! go neville!" she screamed and everyone else did the same thing as the round-faced boy looked entirely lost. "assuming that my calculations are correct, i believe that a change in decoration is in order." dumbledore announced, clapping once and the flags changed from slytherin to gryffindor. that night it was a win for everyone but slytherin.

it was time to go back home the next day, and truth be told, julianna desperately didn't want to leave. she wanted to stay, stay here forever. the sight of her grandmother however, told her that she wouldn't be allowed to. "nan? what are you doing here?" she asked, nervously. "what is this i heard about you going off and getting yourself into trouble?" her grandmother, circe candy, asked with a strict look on her face, "i- um- well-" "my dear circe! lovely to see you once more." dumbledore came out of nowhere just in time to save julianna, or rather, greet her grandmother. "albus. i heard about what happened with my granddaughter. she isn't causing you any trouble, is she?" circe grabbed julianna by the shoulder roughly, pulling her to her side. dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "not at all, she is quite a bright witch." the old wizard assured, "hm. that's good to hear. if she does cause anymore trouble, i am only a letter away." the witch, literally, says with her lips pressed in a firm line, "pleasure to see you, albus. always." "you as well." and with that dumbledore left, disappearing into the air.

"are you taking me back personally, nan?" julianna asked, hoping she wasn't. "no, child, don't be ridiculous. i have business elsewhere. you will arrive home and continue your usual lessons." the little girl nodded, "i understand. goodbye, nan. i l-" circe then disapparated away, "-ove you, but clearly you do not." julianna says to herself, sighing in despair. "yikes, your grandmother might just be a tad bit worst than my father." she knew who that voice belonged to and she couldn't be happier. "draco!" she exclaimed, "candy." he smiled, "shall we?" he referred to the train, "yes, we shall." julianna stepped onto the train and draco followed suit. they quickly found an empty compartment. "just like the old times." julianna sighed contently, draco looks at her with nervous eyes.

"why do you look like that?" "look like what?" "like you need to pee." "i don't look like that, julianna!" he yelled making julianna laugh, "are you going to draw at all this entire ride?" he asked, curious. julianna shook her head, "can't draw in moving vehicles or trains, i get motion sickness." draco nodded, fixing his eyes on her wrist that still wore the bracelet he got her, ever since the first day she opened the gift. julianna caught his eyes and smirked. "were you expecting me not to wear it?" she teased, "honestly? yeah." his honest answer was something julianna didn't expect from him, "well, don't look too surprised. this is the first expensive gift i've ever gotten in my entire life, so naturally, i'm guarding it with my life." draco's eyes widened, "but you're rich too, aren't you?" his disbelief was shown very clear. "yes, but my grandmother doesn't buy me anything unless it's for my studies or hobbies. i need to ask for it. i've never gotten something from the heart, y'know what i mean?" he looks down, "yeah, i do." it went silent for a bit before they look at each other again and smile.

the entire train ride they couldn't stop smiling or giggling, it was honestly really disgusting if you were there to witness it yourself. when they arrived at platform 9 3/4, they bid each other goodbye and swore to write to each other in the summer, and trust me, they definitely did.

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

- o shit, a detail about MAC’s life! jotting it down.

- it looks like maybe this VAULT is still sealed? i guess if you need a PIP-BOY to open one, it’d be a bit prohibitive to anyone who just saw the sign and decided to take a look-see. i wonder what fucked-up madness VAULT-TEC pulled here?

- WHOA WHAT????? i just tried to open the door and this guy started talking to me over an intercom that i didn’t know existed???

     - when he says VAULT 81 SECURITY, does he mean a bunch of people who found this place and decided to live here, or did this VAULT - and i hesitate to even say this - actually help people survive the apocalypse without killing them off with bizarre experiments??????

- not sure if he’s saying here that he hasn’t heard that excuse, or if VAULT 81 (regardless of whether the members are original or not) doesn’t contain information on VAULT 111′s existence. 111 was technically still in construction when the bombs fell, i think, or it’d been finished recently enough that they hadn’t cleared away all the equipment yet.

- the OVERSEER has apparently arrived! just this statement gives a whole bunch of information.

     - i’m pretty sure now that these are, somehow, the original VAULT DWELLERS or their descendants, failing some kind of twilight zone twist. i don’t feel like a group of random people would find this place and necessarily keep the office of OVERSEER in favour of whatever they’d already had going on.

     - they’re aware of the outside world, and interact with it on a fairly regular and relatively friendly basis, but still keep themselves separate. that’s gonna be its own entire rabbit hole, i just know it.

- oh boy oh boy, no more sidequestin’ for a while i’m getting to the bottom of this!

[incarnateirony]

Why do I have this nagging feeling Shealyn Rachael Bonds isn't just on her seven hour drive home, but planning in the hopes that I've unpinned my post, so she doesn't have to look at the whole. Her right to a great generational soul that doesn't involve riding my cock.. thing. like maybe if she drives REAL SLOW or even BACKWARDS she won't have to sit at a PC and figure out an answer on why the fallen upper class princess that hasn't ever driven further than whatever local metro area of family vacation she's on, never stolen a thing in her life and only sells things reliant on her partners promotions like--yeah sure, that rich bitch over there, perfect pathway to the great god Hermes, she's read the book 0, as in, she's read zero fucking books about hermetics. I think she googled it once and skimmed wiki about the kybalion. yup, that one right there, has nothing to do with the 3 years she spent stalking her degree 8-9 ex she jacked off to the image of every night pretending it was someone else. That oblivious cunt, right there, perfect priestess. doncha know she was on her way home at age eight shopping for prada and the great god fell in love with her exclusively, and that's why he calls her starlight, and not that every single fucking soul he can't remember the name of is a star

And yall, literally any of yall in her orbit that look at this, literally fucking shame on you for encouraging this delusional rabbit hole much disappearing down her ritual madness bullshit. The Void is blind and i can't see you, but I can fucking hear you if I want to tune in, and truly, get off my fucking dick.

no seriously if I'm asleep in the right abyssal state I literally can't help but hear your horse shit even if I don't want to, and i literally spent years blocking it out like any sycophantic followers, but no, you let her ride my ass for half a year to stalk my investor in a furry porn server, and now we're here.

mark blease how to i literally explain she's groomed you into my amazing cock, like don't get me wrong, it's fucking FANTASTIC, that's why she can't let it go, but whatever "I swear I feel it" shit she pulls with you is literally just an echo, on god, or me, whichever at this point, because you motherfuckers won't delineate, and she literally groomed you to a cult of Me.

What motherfucking BAFFLES me is that Mark is such a wasteland piece of desperate shit that he doesn't wonder why I'm on about this shit a month later at the inevitable cost of followers or whatever clout bullshit they idealized in the first week or two thinking That'd Fucking Stop Me.

It's because it's righteous anger, Mark, and it's real, and she's a lying piece of shit, and whether it's in a month or three years, she's going to fuck you over too if you don't make this fucking goblin face her own fucking monsters.

When we say "we have been doing this for lifetimes", maybe this falls in the category of shit Shealyn Magically Had A Fucking Belief Lobotomy About, but we're not kidding. There's people all the way back from egypt telling this cunt to get bent at this point. Figure it out, and HELP HER LIKE I TRIED TO.

WE BOTH MOTHERFUCKING DID!!! ASK HER TO EXPLAIN DRIVING IN REVERSE!!! FUCKING SEE WHAT DISCO REMIX OF HER COMICALLY DRIVING BACKWARDS WITH HER OWN BOMB DOES. NO SERIOUSLY, MESSAGE FROM THE GODS, DUMB FUCK REFUSES TO CALL FOR HELP AND WILL LITERALLY DRIVE BACKWARDS FOR ALL ETERNITY, MESSAGE FROM EIGHT YEARS AGO CALLED?????????????????????????????

LIKE EVEN WHILE IM BEATING HER ASS INTO PASTE HERMES IS TRYING TO GRAB HER HAND AND SHE'S STILL GOING FUCKING BACKWARDS BECAUSE SHE DOESNT LIKE THE FUCKING SUBTEXT????? AND WANTS HER OWN VERSION TO GIVE YOU LATER????????

HE IS TRYING TO PULL HER OUT OF THE ABYSS YOU HAVE ALL MADE FOR HER!!! I'm trying to eat her and that's fine but YOU HAVE TO RESPECT HIS FUCKING EFFORT EVEN WHILE SHE BLASPHEMES HIM FOR YEARS ON END??????????

i don't think you understand he is literally like, the essence of humanity as a summum, to boil it down. He is doing everything in his power to hold on and not leave her while she continues to spurn him and his efforts, and you help her, in the name of your goddamn fursuitfriday channeling weekends!!

FUCKING FIX IT!!!!

SHE IS AT THE FUCKING PRECIPICE OF THE ABYSS NO MATTER WHAT SHE THINKS ALOUD OR TELLS YOU. IF YOU DO NOT INTERVENE, FORGET SEPTEMBER, TRY LIKE, APRIL.

how

how do we explain to you that right now

there's not even two wolves fighting, there's an entire pack, and there's two brothers in brokeback tartarus, and they're trying to figure out the fucking pack rations with this fat cow, but maybe little mercy little bit? And then you let her keep fucking up the mercy part while the wolves are watching, and you're calling it Supporting Her.

BRING THE GODDAMN DISEASED HEIFFER TO A FUCKING VETERINARIAN, SHE LITERALLY NEEDS HELP, ALL CATTLE AND STD JOKES ASIDE, NO LEGIT, THE WOMAN IS BATSHIT AND THINKS HER EX HUSBAND'S FACE IS THE GREAT GOD HERMES AND YALL NEVER QUESTIONED THAT

am i insanely powerful compared to her tiny smooth brain? have I blown her mind many times? yes, and that even when I was three or four degrees lower. Much less where I am now, where she is ironically refusing to onboard a single piece of fucking information at this point because the truth hurts too much, but like, Mark, you took that on. Me protecting her from herself was a me thing, even if she never recognized it. Now it's your turn, and you've been doing a SHIT job of it.

Look, I get when I was working 60-70 hours a week trying to save everybody's ass from trump AND pay for her twice daily gas station trips For Giggles, I wasn't as emotionally available as she wanted for her FUCKING roleplay, especially once hermes himself deuced from her oblivious ass and my muse had fled me because of her. Okay? But that's your job now. So fucking DO IT. Are you a fucking man and husband, or a fucking toddler? Take care of your bitch, because she already lost her cracker a WHILE ago.

And I'm not sure if you noticed, but if you don't get her shit in order with a quickness, there's not gonna be a cracker to put the fucking cheese that slid off back on, okay? I'm waiting for when the void and the matrix align to turn the cracker to dust, and I haven't been fucking foggy about that, okay? So work it out, and work it out fast if you 1. give a shit 2. believe in any god or magic at all outside of your bedroom exhibits

like if you guys are just raping my face for some weird BDSM thing at least let me order some art for that, cuz otherwise it's just super weird.

By the way, he's not... a shapeshifter because he... does the skinwalker thing.

He's... a shapeshifter... because he's most souls.

Like the ones subtweeting you with Very Funny Usernames.

Figure out the difference.

"My excuse is shapeshifter." your excuse is only my dick eight inches down your throat in the astral plane, there's no negotiation here. If you have a problem, take it up with her. If you'd paid attention to his essence for two seconds of souls, paths, etc, you'd look at the Tartarus trend and slit your wrists right now, but you won't, because you refuse that amount of self awareness. Just the cult to my amazing boner.

I decided a while ago. None of YOU care about consent or morality. So neither will we. Enjoy the show, because we'll make sure anyone in her blast radius picked up on the fucking scanners doesn't get the courtesies you refuse me, however whoever in the area feels about it, mkay. The karma can all be signed to her anyway, that's what makes it so funny. So yall wanna rape me for years? Okay. Cool. We'll play now.

Mark, she hasn't admitted it to you, but she's dreamed of me already. Or Rhys or whatever the fuck she calls me now.

Hi, bitch. Gonna give ALL our secrets away.

bitch i'ma tell you to look back to say mid october, and look at all your wet dreams, and realize how fucked in every angle you are.

technically you were even refucked at that angle what, 2-4 days ago? time is fuzzy forgive us, even our idea of targeted strikes can be a day late. Hashtag average three day postal time unless express?

no seriously mark, she is LITERALLY a Side Order. Feel like climbing my Spire Of Order? You, like her, have been on it for quite a long fucking time to not be doing anything with it.

Wait! It was Here I Am Night! And the night after! And after that! Yes, hello! Oh yes and the night everything caught crabs, that night, I think, too. My apologies to the collective unconscious, that happens sometimes with the wrong Ones.

Oh and Mark? Try not to negotiate this away just because you dislike the account of sender. If you have any care for tiny starlight there, you will recognize a picture for a picture with previously posted portraits. Whether you believe a god is speaking to you at any point or not, a face is a face, and should be respected as such. I was kind to her over the understandable confusion the other night, but one who insists on stealing a face may just have their own face stolen.

Whether you take it as advice from a god of messages or a counselor with a few scores of certificates, take your future wife to a therapist for deep dive recovery about her former relationship attachments, before anything, for both of your tortured sakes. And don't skirt corners. All of it. Right down to the silly octopus babbling sounds. Her branding and identity, and so on. You see, when you aren't intentionally combatting it, it sounds like she's quite far off her rocker, doesn't it? Put her back on it. That's the job.

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Answers to the game we just reblogged under the cut

💖 Current special interests?

Writing, cannibalism, Rick and Morty, Moths

🔥 How many special interests do you have at the moment?

4 :)

😇 If your special interest is a video game/movie/tv show/etc, who’s your fav character from it?

For writing : our favourite characters we've made are Venos and Myrin (veh-noe-ss & meer-in)

For Rick and Morty : Rick punches us directly in the autism lmao

💎 When and how did you discover your special interest?

Writing : We've been writing since we were like . . . 6 ? According to some stuff our grandma has kept

Cannibalism : We fell down a Wikipedia rabbit hole a couple years ago , and it evolved from there .

Rick and Morty : We grew up on Futurama because it's our dad's favourite show , and someone once told us Rick and Morty was similar ( idk if I'd say it is , lmao ) , so we watched it . That was like 2 years ago I think .

Moths : Our most recent special interest , and currently our most intense . Could be a hyperfix , but generally we can tell when smth is a special interest early on .

✖️️ Is there something you don’t like about your special interest?

Writing : Can be extremely hard to do for us sometimes , esp since our physical disability makes us unable to handwrite and makes typing for a long time very difficult .

Cannibalism : People judge us for it, and assume we romanticize irl cannibalism . We don't . Cannibalism is extremely bad for your own mental ( and often physical ) health , and to do it nonconsensually is just as bad as the murder you probably had to do to get to it . Consensual cannibalism is also wrong bc of the health thing , and also I don't think people should be able to consent to that . Cannibalism in the name of general survival is a necessary evil , and not something to glamorize . We do romanticize the hell out of entirely fictional and often very unrealistic cannibalism ( like in NBC Hannibal )

Rick and Morty : The show can be problematic at times , which is hard for us to accept . The use of the R slur , even though said by an autistic character and likely written in by an autistic person , is a big example of this , bc the VA is probably not autistic . There are also other bad things the show has done .

🐒 What’s your favorite line from your special interest if it’s a video game/movie/tv show/etc?

Rick and Morty :

"He's meta, Morty. His life doesn't matter. Yours does. That's why we need to get back."

Rick says this to Morty , but when he says "yours does" he looks directly at the camera . It sounds stupid , but reminding myself of that part really helps when I feel like my life doesn't matter akdjsjsjsjs .

"I'm not touching that thing. I'll get neurotypical cooties."

Rick says this in reference to a drill ship made by the president's scientists . It's another acknowledgement that Rick's autistic , which is rad , and also it's just hella funny .

💫 Fun fact about your special interest?

Cannibalism : The disease associated with cannibalism ( called Kuru , often compared to Mad Cow Disease , which is a different TSE ) is actually only transmittable by eating brain tissue , coming into contact with infected flesh , or if one or both of your parents have it . So you won't get mad cow disease from eating someone , and you probably won't even get a similar disorder . Avoid the brain and the chances you'll get it are slim .

Moths : The number of moth families outnumbers the number of butterfly families 8;1 , iirc

💕 What’s your fav thing about your special interest?

Writing : Worldbuilding . It's the easiest and most fulfilling part .

Cannibalism : The potential it has in fiction , ig ?

Rick and Morty : The character dynamics and development . Also haha funny :)

🍳 Do you have a stim related to your special interest?

No , not really .

🌠 What’s a past special interest?

Minecraft was a spin for like . At least 6 years ?

🏘️ What was your first special interest you can remember?

Minecraft

🍭 What’s a headcanon/theory you have about your special interest?

Rick and Morty : Space Beth is the og Beth , Jerry misses Sleepy Gary more than he'd like to admit , Morty is Rick C-137's original Morty , Evil Morty is Rick C-137's original Morty , Rick Prime and Rick C-137 are actually swapped , Evil Morty is Rick Prime's original Morty . Ik a lot of these are literally impossible but shut up .

I skipped a few of the prompts but whatever lol

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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