#idk why i keep tagging thomas

[dcangel]

hi hi! i saw that u were asking for reqs and prompt 29 rlly had me thinking… imagine you’ve been there for 2 years and are the only girl, and you don’t socialize much, you do your part and keep to yourself so no one knows much abt you. but when thomas shows up, he continues to bug you with questions/bother you including why ur the only girl there. there’s a lot of tension and one night he wonders off in the woods he finds you and one thing leads to another and it happens..!

AHH okay this is sending me to hell bc my mind is going feral just thinking about it and I literally am so excited to write this one. And thank you so much for requesting one <333 (this is my first time writing smut so bear with me)

Idk how to tag these correctly bc I’ve never posted anything but if I’m wrong just correct me: p in v, slight fingering, praising, degrading, dirty talk, mentions of edging, mentions of getting caught, choking kink, slight size kink, slight/moderate pain kink, oral sex!f receiving, a few uses of y/n, nicknames, 2nd person pov. Majorly unedited and not proofread (grammarly told me there were 149 errors but it’s 2:24 in the morning so grammarly can kindly fuck off. hopefully this is bearable to read.)

8238 words (what thee actual fuck)

29– Thomas

“Don’t muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

The last few days were… something else. Like clockwork every month, another greenie arrived, but to you that just meant another person bugging the shit out of you until they got over it. What were you supposed to tell them? That you just felt like coming up into the maze and trapping yourself here for two years just because you were bored? Every single greenie, without fail, always pestered you like a small gnat swirling around your ear each day; “why are you the only girl? Why are you here? Is it hard being the only girl?” And of course the alarmingly obviously questions that crossed every new shank’s mind, but only few braved to ask.

You mostly managed to steer clear of the lewd obscenities, letting the few friends you made take care of it for you since it got to be an irritable subject for you very quickly. But, unfortunately, there were some that wanted to ask the girl herself. Some that didn’t even know your name, yet still approached you with a supercilious guise thinking that it would somehow win you over. Each time it made you wonder what they put in these new greenies before sending them up; they just kept getting worse and worse.

Majority of the gladers knew your name, but then again how could they not? Some knew it but just decided to call you whatever you wanted; as if you being a girl made you less human and more of an object. Those were the boys that could only dream of touching a girl, never mind even being able to hookup with one.

You were surprised by the amount of people that actually treated you as equal, even though it was the bare fucking minimum. Sometimes you found it ironic how Chuck—the youngest glader here—didn’t even think twice about your humanity status when half the so-called “men” in this place treated you like scut. The boy having stated many times that “you’re a human too, just like the rest of us. We each play our part and at the end of the day; work is work. It doesn’t matter how old you are or if you’re a guy or a girl.” You think one of the reasons you were such good friends with the boy was because he could easily relate to your struggles; him being the youngest glader and always treated like a baby who couldn’t comprehend the simplest things, and you being the only girl who’s treated like shit because apparently women can’t possibly be able to do the same things as men. You were both deeply misunderstood, and that served as a foundation for one of your closest relationships.

Of course the leader, Alby, had always said the same; you were to be treated as equal. He’d even brought up the fact that it was dispiriting that the matter was even a question at all. Some days were worse than others, only granting you the energy to will yourself out of the small hut Gally and few others helped you build, at the last possible second and skipping breakfast as you trudged your way over to the gardens, taking your place by Newt. From there, maybe you’d have an occasional conversation about the dirt that constantly flung into your eyes, automatically irritating both your sight and your mood, or maybe about how brutally the blazing sun treated your reddening shoulders and face.

But on those days—the bad ones—you kept silent, doing what you were told when you were told, taking part in the roles that made the glade work. Maybe you’d join the rest of the glade for supper, sitting with the very few people you called ‘friends’ but at the end of the table, hoping to avoid conversation that inevitably reeled you in. More often than not, bad days usually warranted you to take the meal to your hut after a quick ‘thanks’ to Frypan, then making the isolated trip to the comforting confines of your own space.

You tried keeping to yourself, afraid to get too close with anyone that wasn’t Chuck or Newt, but of course your name was brought up quite often. It never made sense, though; you rarely interacted with anyone, even the people you exchanged words with on occasion, not much was known about you. You even tried to avoid being seen as often as possible in hopes that your absence would somehow make the gladers forget about your existence.

Yet every month when a new greenie was sent up, terrified and questioning their entire existence, it also started a new uproar around your name. So with Thomas, it was no different. Well, almost no different.

After he showed up, he wasn’t subtle with his intentions like most were—always asking anyone he could about anything that might make you more 3-dimensional in his eyes. So when he saw you talking to Chuck and ruffling the young boy’s hair, he used their already-forming bond to his advantage.

“Hey, Chuck, who was that?” He pretended to be oblivious as if he hadn’t been staring at you all day every day, the way your hair was always tied back in a single low braid, how the small strands that were too short slipped from the crossed-pattern and framed your face, how your sun-kissed nose scrunched whenever some minor inconvenience passed your way or the way your head tilted ever-so-slightly as a way to show your confusion.

He was well aware that this most certainly happened with every new arrival; the pestering questions, the intrusive thoughts, yet he was infatuated with wanting to know absolutely everything he could.

“Who? Her?” Chuck followed the older boy’s gaze, quickly losing interest once he saw where it led.

Thomas’s gaze, however, didn’t falter. He couldn’t decide what part of you to focus on. Maybe the way you effortlessly carried buckets and buckets of whatever the hell was needed for gardening, but it looked heavy enough to make him stare in awe. He was shameless. “Yes her. Who is she?”

“A person.” Chuck answered, being frustratingly vague.

Thomas finally pulled his brown eyes from you, landing them on the smaller boy beside him. “What’s her name?”

“Why does it matter?” The young boy was all too familiar with the questions of each newbie, most greenies coming to Chuck for the same thing each month that became almost a routine to give out as little information as possible to protect his friend.

Thomas sighed, mentally rolling his eyes. “Because I wanna’ know.” He answered bluntly.

“You wouldn’t care what that guy’s name is,” Chuck pointed to a builder named Dan. “So why do you care what her name is?”

The greenie squinted his eyes, jaw clenched in slight irritation, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent than before. “Because I just want to know?”

“Y/N, her name is Y/N. There.” Chuck’s bitter tone was definitely a eye-opener, the boy usually sweet and happy to make new friends.

“Thanks.” Thomas managed to get a small thumbs up in return as Chuck walked further away, obviously done with their conversation.

. . .

The next few days left Thomas’s curiosity at a higher peak, even worse than when he first got here—before he knew about the girl. Luckily Chuck had told you each time the greenie asked another question, and you couldn’t express how grateful you were for the young boy since he never answered them.

However, despite Chuck’s anguished attempts at telling Thomas to leave you alone, the greenie pursued his interests in getting to know you more, although it was nearly inevitable that this would happen.

On this particular day, though, he couldn’t seem to find you. Much to his dismay, you were in the Deadheads, sitting by the small brook that always seemed to flow despite the enclosed glade. It was night, the sun long gone although the heat never seemed to leave. You liked the Deadheads, specifically the brook. It was quiet, nothing but the sounds of water trickling over small rocks and folding in on itself, and maybe the occasional leaf falling to the forest floor. The peaceful sounds were a drastic difference to the clanking of shovels on rocks that seemed to peeve each gardener, or tools hammering wood that echoed across the entire open glade.

It was rare, but sometimes you’d accidentally fall asleep in the woods due to the calming nature, serving for an aching back and sore neck that shot pain thorough your whole body when you craned it the wrong way. It would’ve been one of those nights, except the sounds of leaves crunching and twigs snapping under someone’s foot brought you back from your half-asleep state. You sat up against the tree, your legs crossing as you looked around. The only people who knew you came out here were sure to be asleep by now, Chuck always falling asleep the second the second he laid down on his hammock, and Newt knowing you didn’t like to be bothered out here.

You thought back to when Ben had been stung and was chasing Thomas through the Deadheads, and you thought the same was about to happen to you. Grabbing a small stick by your side— that would probably snap if any pressure were applied— you stood up and looked around the dark forest. The plush foliage provided little to no light, which left your eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness as quickly as possible.

You held the stick out in front of you and slowly backed up, occasionally spinning around to check behind you, the stick swinging through the air like it was wielded by a maniac.

The lack of light confused your senses, and somehow you didn’t you didn’t hear the cracking and snapping of leave and twigs, or feet the heat behind you getting closer and closer until your back slammed into something that scared you so bad you almost yelped as you whipped around to threaten whoever it was with the flimsy stick that almost snapped when you turned. You were greeted with an unfamiliar face, one that wasn’t just another in the sixty something faces in the glade that you had yet to learn the name of. It was a new one.

“Shit— sorry.” He muttered quickly, large, outstretched hands already on your shoulders to steady you.

You back up slightly, hoping his grip would fall off, and it did. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The boy automatically took to fiddling with his fingers, a nervous habit you guessed. “I, uh… I was looking for you, actually. Chuck told me you might be out here.”

You squinted your eyes slightly, not believing him since Chuck knew better than to tell a random greenie where you’d most likely be during your free time. “Did he?”

The greenie struggled to come up with an excuse, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at the ground.

“Or did you just watch me come out here earlier with the plans of following me, hoping I’d still be here after you were done with your job?” You added with a raised brow, a clear annoyed tone evident in your voice.

“Wel— No that’s not— I mean… well, you’re probably used to the newbies bothering you—”

“Damn right I am. And I don’t expect you to be any different, so unless you have anything important to say, then I’m just gonna leave.” You got straight to the point, not caring to sugarcoat or be nice to him since you’d tried that before with other greenies, and it usually didn’t turn out well. You dropped your stick and started to turn away from him when you heard his footsteps following you again, his voice following soon after.

“Well, no, but I just wanted to talk to you. I don’t know you v—”

“So let’s keep it that way, yeah?” You said, sounding as if you were talking to a child.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, a small habit of his. “Could you just stop cutting me off?”

“Why should I?” You said, brown raised in annoyance as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight onto one leg.

“Because I fucking asked? It shouldn’t be that hard to be nice to someone.”

You scoffed, his attitude impressing you since it almost matched yours perfectly. You eyed him before opening your mouth to speak. “You’re right, it shouldn’t be. So why’re you making it so difficult then?” You asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, your head tilted coyly.

He let out a quick sigh, jaw clenching in irritation. “Because, all I did was try and talk to you and you’re being a bitch about it.”

Your head jerked back slightly, your eyebrows automatically raised with a taunting smile of disbelief creeping up. “You just can’t help it with the foul language can you?” You said with a laugh, one that seemed to get on his nerves even more. It was almost impressive how irritable he was. “Maybe you should try talking to directly instead of bugging my friends—especially Chuck— about me. Y’know, like a conversation or something? Maybe start off with a small introduction like your name or something a little less hostile.”

“Fine, I’m—”

“I know who you are.” It wasn’t intentional but you realized that you had cut him off again. But instead of apologizing, you almost wanted to see how pissed he could get before stomping off.

He was definitely contemplating it, almost losing interest since your attitude made him want to smash his head against a rock, but his pure stubbornness was what kept him standing there. “Again with the cutting me off! Is that all you ever do? ‘S that why you don’t have any friends.”

Being the only girl in a glade full of boys made this seem like nothing compared what else you’ve heard, so his little insults and slight temper tantrum did nothing. “Well you said you wanted to talk to me, and I’m assuming you wanted to get to know me more since all you ever do is bother Chuck.” You said with a shrug. “Come on, you can do better than that, I know you can.”

Something about your tone, the way it was taunting him, teasing him in a way that he couldn’t tell if he should hate you or want to slam you against a tree and— he shook his head, seemingly getting rid of whatever was going through his mind. “Why, you want me to insult you? Treat you like a piece of shit like everyone else does?”

You didn’t respond. Rather, you just stood there, not bothering to move as he subtly took a few slow steps toward you.

“Or maybe it’s something else?” He said, head tilting in a certain way that allowed the small streaks of moonlight peering through the spaces above that weren’t covered by trees to illuminate the beginnings of smug look on his freckled face.

Of course you knew what he looked like, he was a gardener the first few days so you had the displeasure of working near him, but something about him being up close and the way the shadowy brightness of the moon cast a perfect gleam allowed you to really notice his features. You had to admit, he wasn’t a bad looking guy; short brown hair, a perfect nose that could make anyone jealous, pale skin littered with moles and freckles that didn’t seem to be on just his face, golden-brown eyes that looked darker than in the daylight, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the tree coverage or some other reason…

“I bet it’s something else, isn’t it?” His voice was what snapped you from your thoughts, your eyes focusing back in on his darkening gaze.

“Huh?” You said, your eyes practically in slits at this point. You couldn’t tell if your question was actually a question, or if it was because you’d already forgotten what he asked before.

He took a step closer, yet he wasn’t actually that close. It was simply the darkness of the Deadheads and the way your other senses tried to account for your poor vision that made it seem like he was towering over you.

Or maybe he was.

“I said, are you just always a bitch like this, or do you do it because you like the way people respond. The way they get irritated and go off on you or treat you like shit all for you to complain about it afterwards.” You almost couldn’t believe his words. But what was less believable was the feeling that resonated in the pit of your stomach. One that had you thinking things you shouldn’t be.

“What? What the hell is wrong with you?” You spat out, trying to act offended.

His smirk grew, telling you that you reacted exactly how he expected. “You didn’t answer my question.” He took another step forward.

“I don’t have to.” You stepped back.

He noticed your slight step back, he also noticed the tree behind you—he same one you’d almost fallen asleep against earlier—getting closer each time. “I think it’s only fair that you do, so, go ahead. Answer it.”

Now, there were two ways you could’ve answered this. Which one did you choose? The one you knew would get the better reaction, of course. “Make me.”

One step later, you were already back up against the tree, seemingly nowhere to go (you could easily step to the side), and Thomas right in front of you, head tilted downwards to look at you because of the height difference. “I don’t think you really want me to. You’re just saying that.”

“Oh yeah? Try me.” You whispered lazily, a small gleam in your eyes as you looked up at him.

He brown ones bored into yours, an almost-mischievous glint behind them. He leaned down, his mouth inches from your ear, his hand against the tree on the other side of your head. “Maybe I will.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees felt weak, something about his voice; the raspiness embedded in his low, deep tone. “Maybe you should.” You breathed out, watching him pull back, his eyes flicking between your eyes and somewhere else.

His other hand slid around your waist, large palm being a source of heat as if the night air wasn’t already warm enough. It was torturous, the way his lips ghosted around your skin, every area he passed felt empty after the heat of his presence left, the way you felt his breath brush her face when he laughed at his own teasing actions.

His hand slid around to your lower back, pulling it forward in an arch as your upper back stayed against the tree. Thomas looked down at you, the very tip of his nose so close to yours that the heat radiating from him felt like he was actually touching you. You bit the inside of your cheek, never good with the whole ‘patience’ thing.

Thomas, on the other hand, could’ve dragged this out all night. But when he met your gaze, the look in your eye let the thought slip from his mind. It was when you whispered some words that didn’t quite stick in his brain against his lips, that’s what got to him. He bent down and connected your lips, the kiss wasn’t a slow, savoring-every-moment type of kiss. It was a hungry, sloppy, impatient kiss that made it seem like he was devouring you.

It was needy and heated, more teeth-clashing and tongue-tangling than anything. His lips were chapped and rough, but then again so we’re yours after two years in the glade.

His lips trailed down your cheek, then your jaw, then right under your jawline, nipping at the surprisingly soft skin. His lips followed your jawline until they were right under your ear, finding a sweet spot you didn’t even know you had.

You breathed out softly, biting the inside of your cheek as your head tilted backwards, hitting the bumpy bark of the tree. To your left was his outstretched arm that he used to hold himself up against a the tree, and to your right was his head, slightly buried in the crook of your neck as he peppered the spot with little nips as kisses. He freehand—the one that was on your lower back—slipped down to the curve of your ass, squeezing all around the plump skin.

“How’s this for getting to know you?” He breathed against your skin.

You bit your lip, just a little, but enough that his scrutinizing gaze caught it. “I think you, uh, you should get to know me just a little better, y’know?” You said, a small lump in the back of your throat that wouldn’t go down.

“Hmm, think I should, huh?” He teased.

“Mhm, yeah… y-you should.” You nodded, teeth gliding over your own bottom lip as you tugged his hair gently so he’d look up at you.

The heel of Thomas’s palm dug into your ass, prompting you to jump up a little. To jump right into his arms. Your thigh hitched up on his waist, his hand gliding from your ass to under your leg, finger tips reach the the inside of your thigh. Your other foot steady on the ground— well, would’ve been steady if you hadn’t stepped on a tree stump. Your footing faltered, twisting your ankle in the process and you pulled from the recently rekindled kiss to wince.

He chuckled and lifted up your other thigh, practically holding you up until you got the hint to wrap your legs around his waist. Your back was pressed into the tree, bare shoulders are partially-bare upper back collecting scratches and green moss smudges.

Thomas didn’t waste anymore time, the fingers of his free hand already sliding down your torso and half under the waistband of your jeans. He only stopped for a brief moment, looking up at you as you nodded back—maybe a little too eagerly.

He didn’t even bother to unbutton them or unzip them for the time being, his fingers twitching with the thought of touching you in mind. While he was just as impatient as you, he still managed to find the will in him to tease you. Two of his veiny fingers swipes over your panties, starting at the beginning of your wetness and dragging them all the way up to your cloth-covered clit. You couldn’t deny nor hide it anymore, you were soaked—rather, your panties were.

“Damn, this all for me? Guess you liked the idea of me proving you wrong, huh?” He taunted.

Your eyes bore into his like you wanted to say something snarky, but you literally could not lie. He felt it. He felt what he did to you. He knew the slight power he had over you—although you were sure he didn’t quite know just how much power he possessed.

Reluctantly, you tenaciously nodded up at him, just a very slight head movement that you hoped he’d miss, but of course he didn’t. You were grateful he didn’t respond, with words anyway, but you could see see the glint in his eye that made you want to kick him, slap him, anything you could to get your point across. But he made you weak in the knees, figuratively and literally since one of his hands was under your ass holding you up, your legs raveled around his waist and connected at his lower back.

At first, when you felt his hand leave your ass, you couldn’t decide whether to be disappointed by the loss of touch, or to expect your body to hit the ground. But it didn’t. He had you pinned against the tree, your legs already locked tightly around him, your arms slung around his neck.

His, now free, hand glides around to the front of your thigh, up your stomach (it would’ve gone under your shirt if he didn’t have other plans), over your tank top-covered breasts, fingers stopping momentarily to knead the dough-y flesh, and making their final stop around your throat just below your jaw—palm pressing against your airway loosely, pointer and thumb fingers settling below your ears on either side of your head.

The fingers caressing your sopping panties also became more active; drawing slow lines up and down.

“T-Thomas,” you stuttered, not because he hand was that tight, but simply because it was tight enough to warrant a gasp present in your words. “Don’t tease me.”

You were really in no position to be the one saying commands, but it was the sheer stubborn-confidence that impressed him enough to consider the choked out words. “As you wish.” He spoke, slipping two fingers past your panties, the material bunching to the side, and right into you without any warning. Well, to be fair he did give you a warning, just no time to process before you felt his long, slender fingers gliding against your walls.

“Fuck— Thomas.” You breathed out, your tone a little whiny. You were almost embarrassed at how easily you gave in, how easily you let him get you this way.

He gave your throat one last little squeeze and dropped his hand down to one of the straps on your tank top. He was considering sliding it under your shirt, but then he’d have to go through more trouble to get it off seeing as you were leaned against a tree. So, Thomas decided to take what he knew you’d give, and he tugged at the straps.

You knew your standards were low when consent made your heart swoon, feeling the nervous hot-and-cold sweats rack your body. But being the only girl in the glade, you were glad someone other than your friends was showing you respect…ish.

After seeing your nod, he slid the strap down and you pulled your arm back and through the thing fabric piece, the same was done on the other side. Thomas’s fingers were barely moving, too slow even for his teasing pace, but his brain had a little more focus on what he was trying to do with one hand.

A few seconds later, and you were gasping at the sudden coldness you felt against your pert nipples. It was an odd sensation, the glade was always hot yet when your bare chest was exposed, the air felt cool.

The chilled breeze caused the buds to instantly harden, making something of Thomas’s harden as well. “Shit, angel, no bra?”

You hadn’t worn a bra since today was one of those days— the ones with low energy, restless sleep barely giving you enough stamina to will yourself throughout the day. “No…” you admitted, almost shamefully.

Before you could even think, lips were wrapped around the sensitive buds, a tongue flat as it pressed over the top. You let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a small moan, finger tangling in his hair automatically.

Thomas simply couldn’t leave your other side untreated, so he rolled your other nipple between his fingers while fucking you with the other hand. Every sound you made, whether it be a sigh, a moan, a whimper, a small whine of his name, each and every one of them seemed to be egging him on more. Like small pleas and begs for more of his touch.

And whether you knew it or not, that exactly what they were; your body whining, aching for anything he’d give you, grateful for the plainest stroke of his digits in your wet cunt, or the effortless drag of his smooth tongue across your pebbled nipple.

Somewhere between small praises and straight-up degradation, you manages you end up without any clothes and Thomas’s pretty face between your legs as you stand there against the tree; teeth clenched, thighs trembling, fingers scratching at his scalp leaving a stinging sensation in their wake. It felt good— the burn of your jagged nails against his already sensitive scalp, the sun un-ironically taking part in making sure it would hurt him.

The tree bark dug into your bare back as you simultaneously pushed yourself up on your tip-toes, squirming at the sensation of his tongue on your clit becoming too much, yet tugging his face further between your wobbly thighs with the grip you had on his brown hair.

Thomas decided he liked you best when you were like this; a sweaty, moaning, whimpering, indecisive mess for him— despite only speaking his first words to you less than an hour ago.

And quite frankly, you couldn’t care less. The only thing spurring you on, giving you the shamelessness needed to give yourself up like this was the undying need to cum. He had be fucking edging you this whole damn time, yet you couldn’t complain. Not while he was pleasuring you at least. Your protests came after you didn’t—after the way he’d suck on and swirl his tongue around your swollen bud, getting you right there, only to pull away as you were about to topple over the edge.

It might not have been verbal, but maybe you’d give his hair a particularly harsh yank, or dig your nails into his raw scalp with as much strength as you could muster. Unbeknownst to you, Thomas enjoyed it. He loved the way you whined and squirmed, body begging for a release even if your mouth was too stubborn to communicate it. He loved the pain you inflicted on him, the pricking sensation hurting so bad—yet not enough—that it felt good.

“Did I get you to change your mind yet, Angel?” Thomas spoke against your cunt, lips glistening with you juices, eyes dark as he looked up at you with a captivating stare that you fell prisoner to time and time again.

You bit down on your lip brutally, the discomfort not even phasing you anymore. You were sure your lips would be bruised and possibly bloodied in the morning for more than one reason. “Thomas… please,” There it was. The first real plead that spilled from your lips. Not the desperate whines or frustrated grunts you’d given him earlier, but an actual word that put your need on full display.

And it sounded better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“What’s wrong, princess? Am I not good enough for you?” He cooed, tone mocking your desire so damn condescendingly that if it were anyone else you’d send their skull flying against the maze walls.

But you couldn’t resist, he had you under his spell, wrapped around his finger. And you knew it. You both knew it. “Fuck me, make me cum… just do something for fucks sake!” Your voice held a guise of irritation and rage, but just behind that was the exact whininess that he was looking for.

“I think I like the sound of you begging for me. It’s pretty.” He whispered, whether to himself or you, you couldn’t find it in you to give a fuck anymore.

Thomas stood up, large hands sliding up the sides of your bare body, soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. A whimper slipped from your swollen lips, the feeling of his hands setting your body ablaze, leaving goosebumps only the chilly day’s managed to give you in their wake. You felt like you were sweating buckets, yet the warmth radiating off his wide hands (or maybe you were just small) left the rest of your figure feeling frigid.

His lips wet lips met yours, hand meeting your throat as you gasped lightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue as he poked and prodded at your own. You didn’t even have to think about how easily you let him in, you blatantly followed his command no matter what form in came in without a second thought.

Fingers feeling needy, you reached for his belt and he slotted his knee between your thighs, pinning you against the tree for the umpteenth time tonight. However, you didn’t hear a protest or receive a firm look coded with a not-so-hidden message, so you proceeded with your actions, fingers fumbling with the flimsy metal piece until you hear the telltale clanking sound of his belt slithering through the denim loops and clashing against the dirt floor.

His jeans dropped next, nothing to hold them up or keep them in their place as you unzipped them. His shirt had been discarded earlier, just before he got to his knees in front of you, so it was one less article of clothing in your way.

But that didn’t matter, the only one you care about was still on him. Dainty fingers lightly brushed over his bulge, your eyes dropping for just a second to catch a glimpse of his clothed size before you had to tilt your head back up due to the hand holding your throat. It was dark, but your eyes were well adjusted by now; well enough to see the tent his erection formed as you unintentionally teased him.

Your hands were impatient, your whole being was impatient, but you could at least do something about the need to have your hands around him. After practically grabbing his hard-on through his boxers, palming it roughly for just a second, you didn’t even wait to get your hands inside his boxers. Immediately, you tugged your hand up his length, his impressively long length. He groaned, cock already throbbing, twitching at the thought of being buried inside you.

The noise almost took you by surprise, and you were almost proud of yourself for being the cause. You brought your left knee up his thigh, situating it comfortably in the groove of his hip, and pushed down the remaining fabric. His free hand assisted you and helped slide the other end down until he kicked away the item that he’d be searching for in the darkness later.

Digits finding his hardness again as you continued to make out, your thumb carelessly swiped over his slit as you handled his tip, collecting the bead of precum that had you wetter than the brook you were settled by during previous hours. He felt the heat of your fingers disappear, only to return moments later with arousal that couldn’t’ e been just his.

You coated his shaft with your sticky mixture, eliciting a deep groan from the back of Thomas’s throat. Regardless of you having the last few touches that made gave other pleasure, he still wanted to remind you who was really in control.

His fingers tightened around the column of your throat, his body pressing you into the tree even more, hard enough for you to feel each ridge of wood jabbing into your back. You felt his knee pushing up against your cunt, your slick automatically coating his thigh as you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He smirked—you didn’t see—, your actions appearing needy, so much so, that they were almost pathetic.

“It’s hot as fuck knowing I made you this wet, that I got you to the point where you don’t give a fuck about how pathetic you seem, the only thought in your brain is the desire for pleasure. For me to fuck you, huh?” His words were spat with hot breath waving against your cheek, it was hard not to give in and accept his words.

“Please, Tommy… need you inside me,” until the words came out, you weren’t aware of how shameless they’d be, of how much you sounded exactly like he described. “‘nd I know you do too.” you added shortly after in an attempt to recollect some of your dignity. Didn’t work. He saw right through you.

But what did work what the whine you put on his name, the one that few called him, but only you could have him contemplating between fucking you like a normal person, or fucking you for so long and hard that neither of you could walk straight or have any cum left to give. Obviously there was only one choice in his eyes, but you couldn’t see it. You could only see blown pupils, so wide that just a sliver of brown, lust-tainted color rimmed the pitch-black darkness.

You resumed the position you were in earlier; legs squeezed tight around his waist as if your life depended on it, ankles locked in the back, heels digging into his spine a few inches above his tailbone. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, while his hand was settled at the base of yours.

Striving to be a tease, Thomas watched your reactions while he rubbed his tip up and down your wetness, starting from your hole, up to the top of your clit, then back down. Something about the moves, so calculated, so precious, so damn taunting that it almost seemed like he was mocking you, it was all becoming too much. He had been edging you all night—well, enough to to feel like it was all night—that you knew he was nearing the end of his limits as well.

Impatient by nature, Thomas merely gave your throat a warning squeeze before he slipped his tip inside. He may have been ruthless with his teasing, yes, but he wasn’t heartless. He waited, kept his hips still against his own will until you nodded or squeezed his hair each time you wanted him to push in just a smidge further. He praised and affirmed you with words you didn’t even process since the only thing your mind could focus on was the contrast of pleasure with a little bit of sting. You wanted nothing more for him to be fully sheathed inside you, fucking your stupid—and so did he—, but you decided it best for you to take it slow. At first.

Once his hips were flush with yours, hard cock filling you in ways you didn’t even know existed, you adjusted your legs around his waist, shifting until the discomfort went away mostly. You didn’t even nod or give and indignation before you bucked your hips against his, causing a sigh to fall from his pink, kiss-bitten lips, while a light moan fell from yours. He took that as his sign you were ready, and he slowly pulled his hips from yours with a semi-gentle test thrust first before he saw you were okay, then he picked up his pace in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, angel, you’re so tight.” He groaned against your neck, hot breath symbolizing a warning before his lips were all over the soft skin.

You whimpered, your hands automatically lacing in his hair and tugging at the roots, nails occasionally scratching at his scalp. You don’t know how long your hand stayed like that before realizing you needed something better to grasp, to hold on and cling to like your fate was dependent on it.

One are tucked under his, the other following suit, and soon both hands were clawing down his back, the feeling prompting Thomas to pound away harder. Teeth against your neck let you know that you’d have to wear your hair down for the next few days, and possibly skip meals at the homestead to avoid being seen as well. Even so, you didn’t care right now. You were to wrapped up in the way his fucked into you, mercilessly pounding away at you pussy, the wet squelching sounds coming from where the two of you were connected absolutely sinful.

You knew the gladers had gone to sleep however long ago, but you also knew that a few had a hard time sleeping. Thank god Chuck had knocked out before you came out here.

The threat of getting caught is what caused you to bury your face in his shoulder, head leaning against his outstretched arm that was holding the tree for support. You nips and suck at the skin of his collarbone right where it connects to his shoulder, albeit much weaker and definitely less effort put in than him, but it gives you something to do, along with practically gouging your uneven nails down his sweaty back, to keep your mind off the seething moans that threaten to rip from your throat.

After awhile of hearing you go silent and feeling the pressure of both your lips and fingers on his skin increase, Thomas grows annoyed with your lack of sound. You feel his hand leave your throat, but you don’t exactly process it, your brain overwhelmed with too many things to worry about the loss of touch, but you do feel where it ends up. Your head is abruptly yanked back, yet somehow as gently as possible although is still leaves a pained sensation. Thomas’s fingers were in between the weaves of your—now very loose and incredibly messy—braid, forcing you to look at him as he fucks you. He seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

“Don't muffle yourself. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I'm fucking you.” Without a barrier to block your noises, you let out a moan at his words alone. And then everything comes crashing down. You give up on trying to quiet yourself, only having enough left in you to chase that feeling that leaves you whining incoherent words that maybe he understands, digging and clawing at any available surface you can get you dainty little fingers on (which is most likely his back or shoulder), and letting yourself go completely—letting him take care of you.

And boy does he know how to take care of you. For someone you’ve never spoken a word to until tonight, he knows how to fuck you right. He knows how to have you in his arms, body practically limp and a deadweight which only impales you more on his dick. And when he hears that you’ve given in to more than just his one request by letting your jaw fall slack, any moans or whimpers just free to waltz out, he leans in close to whisper in your ear, voice deep and slightly raspy; “Good girl.”

He feels the way your fingernails grips his shoulders harder, possibly hard enough to draw blood, and the way your already-tight walls clench around him even more. Something in his mind clicks for him that doesn’t for you, probably because your too busy with the way he fills you up so damn well his tip kisses your cervix each time you come back down on him and he fucks back up.

“You like being called a good girl, huh? You like being told how good you feel around me, being praised for doing what I say like the good girl you are?” He knows what he’s doing at this point. But that was stop you from enjoying it nonetheless.

“F—yeah, fuck, I do.” You agree with what little sanity to have left, mustering a nod that almost spends every ounce of energy.

Your eyes have him in a trance; watery, pupils blown, looking up at him with the most innocent looking eyes he could ever think of. Except he knew you weren’t innocent.

“I bet no one else fucks you like this, huh, angel? No one else gives you princess treatment because they’re too busy trying to find a way to get in your panties to even think about treating you right. But a part of you likes it, don’t you?” You merely whined, words failing you as he smirked and kept going. “You like the fact that half the guys here probably jerk off to the thought of you when they’re alone, think of you as some little slut that everyone gets a turn with in their minds. The glade’s own whore, hmm?”

“F-Fuck, Thomas,” you whimper, the feeling his words give you turning into physical pleasure, not just for yourself, but for Thomas as well when he feels your warm walls squeezing around his shaft.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it; just whoring out and fucking every guy in this place? But your so damn innocent—too damn innocent, it’s why half the guys here can’t seem to get their mind off you.” He grunts between thrusts, as if his hips slamming into yours punctuates each word. “Don’t worry, after tonight I think enough people around here will have learned who got to fuck you. I’ll treat you right, princess.”

Both hands clenched at whatever they can, and Thomas feels the crescent-shaped nail marks already imbedding themselves in his shoulder and nose of his neck.

You were getting undeniably closer, and you were afraid that he might edge you again. Hell, you were afraid that you let him have that much power over you. In spite of your efforts, your own voice adding to the ringing in your ears as you bucked your hips downwards— if even possible with the force he had you pressed against the tree with. “Don’t stop… please, please don’t stop, Tommy.” You begged, pathetically desperate for him to finally let you release.

“Only if you keep making those pretty little sounds, angel.” And you did; effortlessly obeying his commands, when in reality it was inevitable that your sounds escaped at some point. You just didn’t hold back at all. At least you didn’t talk to very many people, otherwise they would’ve been suspicious of your barely-there voice if the hadn’t already heard you screaming the night before.

His thrusts became irregular, and at first you thought he was going to tell you that you didn’t do well enough for him, seize yet another orgasm from you like he had been doing all night. What you didn’t realize was that he was slowing down to edge himself, not wanting to cum to early or before you did.

Thomas decided you wouldn’t mind a few scratches on your back, maybe a few splinters, ‘cause it sure as hell looked like you wouldn’t give a damn right now, so he took his supporting hand off the tree and encased it around your throat, admiring the way his hand seemed to swallow you whole. His free hand fled to your clit, rubbing circles against the sensitive bud as you cried out his name. It was mindless, you hadn’t even realized it. That’s what made it so fucking hot.

Time and time again, you continued to impress him with how easily you could be controlled, completely fucked out to the point you only knew his name and the word ‘please’. “Atta girl. That’s right, let everyone know who’s fucking you like this.” You whimpered his name again, the word simply rolling off your tongue without a thought. He wasn’t even sure if you said it because you followed orders so well, or if it was really the only thing you could say.

“T-Thomas, shit—fuck, I’m g—” your sentence was left unfinished since you couldn’t breathe, your lungs on fire just like the rest of your skin. It could’ve been from the way Thomas’s hand was unconsciously restricting your airway a little too much, though, once he noticed he eased up. Either way, he got your message loud and clear. And he could feel his own release brewing in the pit of his stomach.

“Please… please don’t stop this time. I-I can’t take it anymore… need to cum.” You whined between shallow breaths before he could even speak.

His pace and force picked up to almost inhuman speeds, basically fucking you into the tree behind you. “I won’t, I promise.”

As if the words didn’t register, mindless pleas were pouring from you, “I have to—’m so close, Tommy, please.”

“I know, baby, I know. Me too, alright? So your gonna be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?” It wasn’t until his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves he was previously circling, did his words finally sink in.

Along with his gentle demand came your orgasm that you didn’t know had been so close the whole time. Your walls enveloped him so tight he was sure his dick would slip out, but it didn’t. It stayed inside your warm, velvety wetness, twitching but thrusting sloppily throughout your high as his neared.

You were seeing stars, and you were pretty sure they weren’t the ones in the night sky above you. Your nails dug so harshly into his chest and back that your fingers aches, and you could only imagine the number you’d done on him. The feeling was euphoric, sure you’d never come down from the drunken-high feeling. Your thighs shook, muscles spasming as your nerves felt like they were frying at the slight overstimulation he was giving you.

Feeling you cum around him, his cock twitched inside you, soon giving into the demands of your velvety warmth and wet squelching sounds. “Fuck, shit—such a good girl, angel… such a good fucking girl for me.” He moaned out, his voice the softest it’d been yet, but still somehow possessing the same roughness as before.

You felt a hot-warmth gush inside you, your face already buried deep in his shoulder again as you physically could not keep your head up. “Just for you.” You whimpered, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled to the brim, his hand coming off your throat to slide around the back of your neck in a somewhat-comforting hold. The feeling of being taken care of.

[theratlivinginyourcouchcushions]

Meet Rosetta and Crème!

These two are members of the flock made/inspired by @fishy—friend (I can’t figure out how to tag them) and this post of theirs:

I also added lore! (My thoughts are kind of jumbled on the logic behind it, so there are random spots where it launches into a related idea I had)

While making their designs, I started thinking about the ways that other demons might treat their nightmares, and had the idea that succubi/incubi/ whatever they’re called, keep dreams to entice potential summoners, and that Rosetta and Crème formerly worked under one.

(Wouldn’t it be cool if some demons have their nightmares helping them with their jobs, like torture demon’s nightmares being extremely skilled with “tools”, diseases, dissections and prepping machinery (idk there’s a lot of ways to torture people) or time loop demon’s nightmares being really good at puzzles and noticing small details. I can’t think of good examples but it’s a really cool concept, and it’s not even that far fetched, bc it’s canon that the midway bar has nightmare staff serving as waiters for the “customers”)

Anyway, Rosetta and Crème and the other dreams were treated more like bugs that happened to benefit the demon, so she kept them around.

(demons just don’t care about their nightmares the way Alcor does, but this one just ignore them until she has a job for them. Also it has been confirmed that nightmares are just dreams tough enough to survive in the wild, and that it’s possible for dreams to become nightmares.)

Anyway, Rosetta and Crème are some of the tougher dreams living there, so when their master is killed in a demon battle, they’re some of the only ones to escape before the new demon eats the rest of the dreams. They’re still the only ones to survive in the wild though, and they grow even closer than they were before. (They’re basically sisters)

When they hear about a “kind” demon who cares for his nightmares in ways most of his kind can’t even comprehend, they decide to take their chances, and seek out the comfort of a real home. They join the flock and continue to seduce humans, because why not? And besides, they enjoyed their old jobs, and now they get free food!

(However, they are strictly prohibited from making any moves on Pines descendants or reincarnations of Alcor’s close family or friends (Mabel, Henry, Stan, the triplets, Thomas ect)

Anyways, they live their new home, and family, and have human forms for when they go down to mess with humans. Rosetta is visibly inspired by characters like Verosika Mayday, Miss Heed (I’ve never seen the show she’s in) and a little bit of Angel Dust (Hazbin hotel) she has a similar personality to these characters too. (Mostly Verosika bc she’s a dom)

Crème is a reworked version

Edit: I spent an hour retyping this (3 times) bc it keeps cutting off, so I give up now.

[thecrescentmind]

I have decided to use this blog for general SaSi content along with ocs because reasons, will tag accordingly (TCM au posts will use the tags they’ve been using) so uh sanders sides swap au that’s been rotating in my brain for a while

No one swaps what they represent but they swap roles in the story more or less

Patton swaps with Janus, Roman swaps with Remus, and Logan swaps with an orange side I made up. Virgil is now the protagonist instead of c!Thomas but Thomas doesn’t really take Virgil’s role, I will explain how that works. (Under the cut cause this got very long)

This takes place in a universe where c!Thomas’ life went differently in a variety of ways that led his perception of what parts of him are good and what parts are bad to change very rapidly. I’m not sure how everything ended up the way it did exactly and in case I do end up doing things with this au I’m not going to reveal what I do have decided just yet. (I will say Thomas was unable to pursue his passions here and has a corporate job he hates which is kind of relevant) But whatever happened differently led to the worse parts of the canon light sides being emphasized and the better parts of the canon dark sides being emphasized. Eventually leading them to trade places in terms of how Thomas viewed them.

Sel (Janus. short for self perseverance or selfishness), Ideas (Remus), and Defense (Orange, he’s anger in this au btw) are aware of this, they know they weren’t meant to be in the positions they are, at least not like this. All of them are secretly terrified of losing the positions they’re in. Feelings (Patton), Pride (Roman), and Logic (you know who this is) are also aware of this, and it infuriates them. They were supposed to help Thomas, they want to help Thomas. They just want what’s best for him but for some reason he can’t see that. If they have to push things farther to get things how they should be then so be it.

Caution (Virgil) is a new side, the first they’ve had since Thomas was a kid/teen, he just got here and knows nothing about how things got the way they did. He decides to record his journey to find his place as a part of Thomas, and these vlogs are (for the most part) the pov we would see from.

This au has a bigger emphasis on the mindscape, it’s bigger and more complicated cause I thought it would be cool idk. Specifically it’s part of how Janus keeps the sides he wants repressed hidden. There are parts of the mindscape said to be unsafe that no one’s supposed to go into, Thomas doesn’t know why and when Caution shows up, neither does he. Thomas decides to sneak in one day (he’s more reckless here plus the idea of the supposedly dangerous and scary part of the mindscape always intrigued him) with Caution tagging behind him because if he can’t stop Thomas from acting like a dumb horror movie protagonist he might as well go with him to keep him safe.

What they find is actually a lot calmer than what they expected, maybe even less chaotic than what the rest of the mindscape can be at times. It’s nice but it almost seems fake, too perfect to be real. They look around until they. hear. something. Virgil gets them out of there before either of them can see if the ominous voice in the allegedly unsafe part of the mind is actually dangerous and upon returning get lectured by Janus. Virgil asks wtf that voice might’ve been, Janus says (lying) that he isn’t sure, maybe a monster, an illusion, nothing good that’s for sure. They walk away but Virgil stays by the entrance just a second longer than Thomas and Janus, for a second he sees something try to exit before being forced back inside.

It didn’t look like a monster or an illusion or whatever Janus said was in there though, it looked like another side. Of course the embodiment of anxiety overthinks this so eventually he decides to sneak back in there alone.

And then nothing bad happened to any of them ever (lie)

[nisuna]

Niniiii can you add a blog with info on what animes you write about and what you don’t feel comfy writing about? :3 just some info before we request stuff <3

Oh, true!! Thanks for reminding me<3 I've been wanting to do that for a while now anyway, idk why I kept putting it off for so long

First and foremost, please be respectful and polite when requesting something, also be mindful that I might not pick yours. As I'm currently doing this for fun in my free time between work and uni and not for money, you should know that I mostly pick ideas that I find interesting or that I think will make a good story. No hard feelings, most of my requests have been very kind. There have been a few rude or demanding ones, but I paid those no mind.

So basically, when requesting:

m!character/multiple!m!characters x f!reader ONLY I'm most comfortable with writing from a female perspective/stuff I have experienced/could experience

[I do not feel comfortable with m!character x m!reader; f!character x f/m!reader; I'd rather not write for gn!reader and I'm not comfortable with character x character either (except if its during a threesome/more-some with f!reader); gender bending characters isn't something I'd like to do either]

Shows//Games//Characters:

my main schtick is JJK(up to date with manga and anime): Yuji(my favourite character of all time, I always appreciate requests with him); Megumi; Gojo; Nanami; Toji; Yuta; (sometimes Sukuna); (preferably hidden inventory arc personality)Geto; Satosugu tag team; fushiguro stepcest tag team

CSM(up to date with anime and most of the manga: only Aki

Genshin Impact(playing for 2½ years now)/Honkai Star Rail(playing since launch): most tall-male-modelled characters

ex: Thoma; Ayato; Al Haitham; etc

ex: Jing Yuan; Blade; Gepard; etc

You can request multiple characters for one scenario, and I'll do short drabbles for each<3

DOs: Honestly most kinks should be OK (including anal, spit, menstrual blood, mommy-daddy, impact play, threesomes, stepcest, choking/breathplay, etc etc; if you are unsure about a certain kink you can still ask and if I'm not comfortable I will either answer you or add it to my DON'Ts list), I'm open to mental health topics and always put trigger warnings; aging up characters is OK; angst and darker themes are mostly OK; age-gaps are OK as long as both parties are of age; I'd like to do more fluff requests as well!!

DON'Ts: incest; depictions of gore, m*rder, r*pe, p*dophilia, minor x minor, furry; as this is mostly an 18+ blog please don't send requests if you are not of age

I'm very open-minded and easy to talk to, so as long as you are respectful, I will not get offended. I will keep updating these rules if anything else comes to mind. This is a happy and horny place with a lot of smut and some occasional angst, I hope you'll enjoy your stay!♡

Happy requesting & Happy reading! 🥳

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

transcendental

pairing: alan wake/ ?

cws/tags: noncon/dubcon, this is the dark place and i doubt it's possible to have consensual sex there, sex but is it smut?, set during alan wake 2, infidelity (you could say it was forced but it's giving unreliable narrator vibes to me...), doomed to fuck by the narrative, first person pov

summary: after getting a call from tom zane, alan travels to room 665 but finds someone else there...

a/n: i tried not to get obsessed w this game sorry. i wanted to make this sexier but idk how to do that from alan's pov

wc: 1.8k

taglist: @darkfaethedestroyer

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I took the elevator up to the sixth floor of the Oceanview Hotel and found myself standing conveniently in front of Room 665 — the place I was supposed to meet Thomas Zane. The room contained only a projector, no sign of Zane himself.

When the film began, I expected to be transported to Tom Zane’s ‘House of Zane’ as I had been the last time I’d met with him.

The room I ended up in looked familiarly torn apart but the gleam of the upscale decor still shown through the messy sheets and discarded bottles.

However, Tom was nowhere to be found. Rather than Zane standing shirtless on the bed, there was a woman in his place — sitting, facing away from me, wearing a black, silk robe.

“Excuse me, do you know Tom Zane?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know where he is?”

“Not here. He won’t be back for a while.”

Her voice was monotone but not mechanical. She sounded tired, maybe disillusioned. Still human even in the dark place.

“I just spoke to him on the phone—”

“Did you? Are you sure you just spoke to him?”

“Yes, less than an hour ago.”

“This is the dark place, Alan. Time works differently. Maybe you spoke yesterday, maybe you spoke tomorrow.”

She was right. Time in the dark place was a mystery to me. The only consistent quality was its inconsistency. Room 665 and the man who lived inside were perfectly bizarre. Zane rarely made sense which is why it made so much sense for him to exist here.

This woman was mysterious but I found myself intrigued by her presence rather than put off by it. Still, I was skeptical.

“How do you know my name?”

“We’ve met before.”

“I don’t think we have.”

“We have. You usually don’t remember.”

She sounded more irritated than disappointed with my lapse in memory like we’d been through this conversation an infinite amount of times. I couldn’t trust my memory or lack thereof so the possibility that I’d met this woman in one loop or another wasn’t an unlikely one.

“Can you tell me who you are?”

“Does it matter? I’m not who you’re looking for.”

I noticed a slight sadness in her voice. Loneliness, I suspected. The walls were lined with art and the cabinets were stocked with liquor. But this room was devoid of humanity beyond her.

She turned around to face me. I feared she’d look like most things in the dark place — taken. But, by all accounts she was beautiful. Dark hair tousled like she’d just woken up, blue eyes that had an air of wonder in them, skin that glowed in the warm light of the room.

“You seem tense, Alan.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve been trapped in the dark place for years and my wife is in danger, I need to find a manuscript that I don’t remember writing and I keep ending up as a talk show guest or in a fucking musical.”

“A musical? That’s a new one. I wish the dark place would give me a musical. I’d give anything to leave this room.”

I scanned the room for a door and realized that there wasn’t one. She really was trapped here. I began to understand her frustration on a more personal level. Maybe Return could help her too, if I could ever find it.

In an instant she was pulled toward me by what felt like some sort of magnetic force. She stood close enough that I could smell her perfume. The strong citrus effectively covered up the cigarette dying in the ashtray.

“Would you like a drink?”

Before I could answer she was holding two appetizing cocktails — amber liquid in crystal glasses garnished with a wedge of orange. She handed one to me and kept the other for herself.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Make the—”

“Go on, try it.”

She sipped her own and seemed satisfied with the taste. Naturally, I was hesitant. I stared into the glass, waiting, for something. For reassurance or betrayal. Whatever Initiation had written in its pages.

“You think I poisoned it?”

No. This isn’t how I would’ve written a story. The horror shouldn’t begin just yet. The protagonist hadn’t been caught in his most compromising state yet.

I looked her in the eye as I took the first sip.

I knew it wasn’t wise to stay any longer than I already had, and I was sure getting drunk in the dark place wouldn’t make things any easier for me. Yet, I drank one, then another, and another. I didn’t finish the fourth.

She was a storyteller. I listened and I drank, entranced by the dazzling look in her eyes. They flashed with inspiration and I foolishly hoped that I could absorb some myself.

“I knew you’d like it.”

I felt a sudden sense of urgency surge through me, bringing me to my feet.

“I really need to get going.”

I had almost forgotten my purpose again.

“Come on, Alan. Don’t be like that. Stay a little while. You deserve a break.”

“No, I need to find Alice.”

“And how will you do that?”

“I need to find Zane. I need the manuscript.”

“And where will you find Tom?”

“I was supposed to meet him here.”

She smiled, knowing I was coming to the realization that if I wanted to find Zane, I had to wait for him.

She was sitting in a chair across from me until I sat back down on the couch and she was next to me.

Her hand was on my thigh. Something was wrong.

“What are you doing?”

I shifted away from her slightly but it didn’t deter her.

“Relax.”

It was like she was trying to lull me to sleep, and it was working. Her touch was soothing. But her hand made its way higher until up to my belt.

“No. Stop. We shouldn’t do this.”

“You always say that, Alan.”

Suddenly, my belt was unbuckled, my zipper pulled down. And the woman was no longer next to me but kneeling in front of me. My words had no power over the situation.

I hated to admit that I was aroused. I wasn’t in control of my body’s reactions to her.

“Don’t do this to me. Please. I’m married.”

“And how long have you been away from your wife? How long has it been since she’s done this to you?”

She already had her hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking it languidly. I twitched in repulsion, it twitched in arousal.

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Alice would want you to feel good.”

“Alice would want me to respect our marriage.”

“What about the last time we did this? Or the time before? Or the time before that time? Or—”

“We’ve done this before?”

“We’ve done much more than this.”

“What have we done?”

I hated to admit that my question did come from a perverse desire to know. To remember. So I could feel the guilt of what I did to Alice — after my need for release was sated.

“How much detail would you like? Just the basics? Or every position, location, that one time I dressed up like a sexy cop and handcuffed you to a chair?”

“You handcuffed me to a chair?”

“That’s hardly the most exciting thing.”

The scene changed again. I was lying on her bed, naked with her looming above me, watching as she shed her silk robe and revealed her naked body. I hadn’t seen a woman like this in what felt like forever. I felt like a virgin again. She was undeniably beautiful. She couldn’t compare to Alice. No one could. But the warmth emanating from her was the only comfort I’d felt in the past 13 years.

“You once told me this position is your favorite.”

“It is.”

The words left my mouth without any conscious decision to let them do so.

She sunk down onto me, taking me in all at once. Her stamina was impressive. Every breath of my own was labored but her hips moved effortlessly. A chorus of her unbridled moans and the noises I tried to hold back filled the room.

Time ceased to exist.

All I could see was her. The room around us faded into nothing but color.

It was euphoric.

I could tell she was feeling the same but I needed to know if I could make her feel even better. I needed to know what she would look like at the peak of ecstasy.

“You said this is my favorite position. But, is it yours?”

“No. But this is for you, Alan.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“I like it when you take me like this.”

Suddenly, we’d switched places and I was atop her. Her legs were parted, inviting me to enter her.

"Lift my legs.”

I grabbed her ankles and put her legs upon my shoulders.

“Yeah, like that.”

I could feel myself sinking into her. I could see my cock go deeper with every thrust. And yet, I didn't feel like I was in control.

I felt as if I was performing some sort of choreographed dance and I was relying on muscle memory to lead my movements.

When she commanded me to fuck her harder, I did. Faster, deeper, whatever she asked for, I did. The climax is an essential element of any story and I knew I needed to get her there. I knew the mere sight of her would get me there.

It happened slowly. Her lips parted, her walls clenched around me, and her thighs began to tremble. The noises she made only registered as a distant ringing in my ears. It felt like more than an orgasm. It was transcendental.

I woke up with her no longer beside me. In her place was Tom Zane. Instinctively, I covered myself with the sheets.

“You don’t need to worry about modesty. Like you said, we look the same. This, I've seen it before.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m Tom Zane. This is the house of Zane.”

“I know that. But you weren't here… there was this woman… where is she?”

“I knew you'd like her. You always do.”

“Is that why you brought me here? To get me laid?”

“Not only that. I just thought you’d enjoy a little fun.”

“You're wasting my time.”

“Am I?”

It was no longer Tom’s voice but the woman who was now on my other side. I looked to her, then back at Zane who had disappeared.

“Where’s Zane?”

“Right here.”

He had returned to my left and when I looked to my right the woman was gone again.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

“What do you think?”

It was her again, in Zane’s place this time.

I was beginning to realize what was going on.

Zane grinned, flashing wild eyes in my direction.

“Did you— are you—?”

“Yes. It was a great twist, don’t you think? Just like the ones in your stories.”

This was far more erotic than any story I’d written before but this was still a horror story. 

[lady-rose-moon]

Give me a prompt, I will write it <3

Hello, Lovelies! I am back and hoping to break through this writing slump I am in by putting in this new list of prompts! There will be two categories, one where you give me the prompt of what it is you want me to write and another being as many sentence prompts as you want (keep it to 5 at a maximum preferably but idk go mad).

This might help so please do share, I would love to start writing again! I don't know how long they'll take but I will write them!

I will write for:

Loki Laufeyson (any era of him I have written)

Tom Hiddleston

Jonathan Pine

Thomas Sharpe (either normal sharp of CITM Sharpe)

Wanda Maximoff (because why not) - 818 or 616 Wanda

Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

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List of prompts:

first kiss

love confession

injury/hurt

rainy day

dancing together

playing with hair

sharing clothes

showering together

gift giving

meet cute

cooking together

learning a craft

locked in/ trapped

early morning

stargazing

massage

protecting one another

road trips

reading together

picnic

apology fic

coffee shop / book shop

game night

love letters

drunken confessions

nightmares

time travel

roommates

body swaps

arranged marriage

Y/N's reaction to Loki's female form

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Word Prompts:

"one more kiss, darling?"

"Why?" "I hate you!" "no, no you don't"

"stay away from them!" "I can do this myself" "can you?"

"your heart is mine, sweet, there is no other."

"damn you" "to where? I see no place where I could be damned"

"you're safe, you're safe" "what if I'm not?" "you're safe."

"who did this to you?"

"how long have I been asleep?" "not long" "did you watch me sleep?" "no comment"

"oh, come here," *pullls into a hug*

"what are you doing out here, late at night?"

"aha! I got you!" "what?! that's impossible!" "But I diiiiiiiiiid it!"

"how much must I tolerate?" "all of me!" "wonderful."

"do you want to dance?" "people are watching" "dance as if no one is"

"I think I love you" "damn Sherlock, you took your time"

"I'm sorry" "don't you dare apologise for this"

"are you happy?" "I'm always happy when I'm with you"

"is that my shirt?"

“Is hating me your only personality trait?” "being irresistible too!" "kill me now"

"what brought this on?" "stop pushing me aside! I can't take it anymore!"

"I love you" "....say that again."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" "I had thought that would be obvious" "NOT THE TIME!"

“you seemed a little off on the phone, so i wanted to make sure you had something nice to come home to.”

"from around here?" "no, not at all" *nervous laugh"

~~~~~

tagging my faves :)

@lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @anukulee @stupidthoughtsinwriting

[ao3feed-kathony]

Murder in Mayfair

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50332330 by folklauerate After Mary dies, and Edwina wants to try and connect with the last family she has left, there's little Kate can do but give her blessing and let her try. But when Edwina is declared missing, under mysterious circumstances, Kate Sharma finds herself stepping foot in the last place she swore she'd never go--Mayfair, Georgia. As she looks for the truth in the small, sleepy town of odd personalities, Kate risks uncovering a truth even bigger than she ever anticipated. a mystery Words: 1926, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Anthony Bridgerton, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma, Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma, Daphne Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Thomas Dorset, Lord Sheffield (Bridgerton), Lady Sheffield, Charlotte zu Mecklenburg-Strelitz | Charlotte Queen of the United Kingdom Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma & Mary Sheffield | Mary Sharma, Thomas Dorset & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma, Edwina Sheffield | Edwina Sharma & Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mystery, missing person, small town, American South, Gratuitous Descriptions of Weather, As it relates to character's moods, Frequent/daily updates, spooky season, Presumed murder, I don't know why I keep writing Southern Anthony, but uh, insert something about colonialism, and reclaiming something, idk - Freeform, yeehaw read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50332330

[actuallyrandomperson]

My thoughts on the Sanders Sides Spotify playlists- Roman Edition!

Note: this is Purely me saying whether or not I like the songs, not theorising about any deeper meanings. I’ve done them all, so just click on the names to see my reactions to the others: Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus

Impressions from looking through the playlist: so This One I can confidently say I know more of the songs from. At least, from the titles I do. It helps that I probably have the most personal overlap of music taste with Roman, judging by the titles I recognise sjdksk

1: ‘A Gay Disney Prince’, by Thomas Sanders, Jon Cozart. I have never heard of this song ever before, and don’t have any clue who the singers are. This song totally wasn’t on my ten hour playlist up until the moment I was playing said playlist in the kitchen while baking with my mother and it came up and I felt awkward by the innuendos at the start. And I absolutely hated it, can’t believe it was in this playlist at all. I do not know it word for word at all, and me mentioning in my schools lgbt+ club when it was released definitely didn’t result in a large majority of us bonding over our shared love of Thomas Sanders.

2: ‘Wonderboy’, by Tenacious D. I have mixed feelings on this song? Some part of me really liked it, but another really didn’t. I don’t know. I still added it to the 32 hour playlist though, as I figure I can remove it at some point in the future if that opinion eventually wins out. It was entertaining, at least!

3: ‘Disney Princess’, by Lewberger. Despite my enduring love for Keith and the rest of The Try Guys, I haven’t actually listened to that much Lewberger. This is obviously a fault that I will be remedying as soon as possible, as this song was hysterical. Obviously made it onto the 32 hour playlist, and also theres a tiny part of me getting excited over some of my faves interacting in a vague way even though I know that it’s not that unusual dhxkkdks

4: ‘Broadway, Here I Come!’, by the SMASH cast. I’ve never seen SMASH, but I liked this song! I like showtunes and songs from musicals a lot of the time, but I also only tend to listen to them when I’ve actually seen whatever they’re from, and I’m a poor 17 year old who can’t sing or act and can only slightly dance, so there’s not as many as there otherwise would be in my 32 hour playlist. This is on there now though!

5: ‘Hallelujah’, by Oh Wonder. I liked this! I expect I’ll be saying that a lot in this playlist ndjfjskdkd. I actually added it to my ten hour playlist!! Which will mean nothing to you if you haven’t read my other reactions so I recommend u go do that!! At least Patton’s/Virgil’s as they’re the ones completed at the time of writing this! Lmao

6: ‘Holding Out for a Hero’, by Bonnie Tyler. Have to say, as a gen z who grew up more with Shrek than Footloose, hearing the original version of this song was wild. I’ve heard it before, obviously, but I just. Hear this song in the fairy godmothers voice when I imagine it. This was added to the 32 hour playlist though!!

7: ‘If I Dare’, by Sara Bareilles. I’ve never seen Battle of the Sexes (unsurprisingly; I don’t watch many movies jdjdkkskw) but this song was cool! I wouldn’t purposefully seek it out in the future, but I liked it enough to put it on the 32 hour playlist so it’ll come around every now and again.

8: ‘Go the Distance’, by Roger Bart. This song highlighted the big, gaping hole in my 32 hour playlist which is the lack of music from Hercules. It’s literally my favourite Disney Renaissance film, why the fuck was the soundtrack not already in the 32 hour playlist??? It is now, don’t worry. Also, at the end of these I’m gonna be rechecking the length of both the 32 hour playlist and the 11 hour one and giving an updated total as I’ve only added 1 song so far to the 32 hour long on that wasn’t prompted by one of the songs in these playlists, and I doubt I’ll add any more, and adding all of the Hercules soundtrack + bonus tracks added another whole hour in of itself. There’s a r e a s o n this playlist has gotten so long shfjdjskxm

9: ‘Flamboyant’, by Dorian Electra. This is the first song of this playlist that I haven’t really liked, even including wonderboy. It didn’t make it onto either playlist, but I probably wouldn’t skip it if it comes up on a playlist in the future.

10: ‘Jumpstarted’, by Jukebox the Ghost. This was a bop! I often seem to like songs that jump all over the place a lil bit (see: my love of Tiny Love by MIKA and my newfound love of Be Calm by Fun.), and this one did just that! It made it to the 32 hour playlist 😄

11: ‘Brave New Girl’, Britney Spears. I mean. It’s Britney Spears. Do I need to say anything more? It’s been added to the 32 hour playlist.

12: ‘Every Boy’, by Miss Benny. If I tell y’all that ‘Boys will be Boys’ and ‘Little Game’ were the first two songs I ever added to the 32 hour playlist, I think you’ll know my feelings on this song. It’s the second first one that was already on said 32 hour playlist out of all the songs so far, and the only reason it’s not on the 10 hour one is I didn’t deem it ‘normal people music’ enough (which is the main criteria for said playlist as I play it around my fam)

13: ‘Primadonna’, by MARINA. This was a bop! I added it to the 32 hour playlist, but I don’t expect myself to specifically seek it out in the future. I did bop around to it a lil bit while lying down tho!!

14: ‘King’, by Years and Years. I didn’t recognise this song at first, but it hit the singing and I was like ‘oh!!’. It got added to the 32 hour playlist!! It’s a Bop!!!

15: ‘Cheap Queen’, by King Princess. The title and artist combination gave me a chuckle, and although I wasn’t foully sold on the song when it first started, I liked it enough by the end to add it to the 32 hour playlist. I feel like it’ll grow on me more as I hear it again in the future.

16: ‘Humility (feat. George Benson)’, by Gorillaz. My best friend was obsessed with Gorillaz when we first met, so I’ve heard a lot of their music (although this song wasn’t out back then). I liked it, and added it to the 32 hour playlist, but I probably wouldn’t seek it out specifically as I only slightly vibe with Gorillaz music

17: ‘Ain’t Got It Like That’, by Earl St Claire, PJ. I liked this, but not enough to add it to the 32 hour playlist. It was good, and I wouldn’t skip it in the future if it came up in a playlist, it just wasn’t my jam.

18: ‘Dreamer’, by LaPeer. I liked this as soon as it started, and that initial instinct proved correct! I added it to b o t h the 32 hour playlist and the ten hour one!!! I know!! It made me feel kinda soft and also the message in it is Important

19: ‘Paving the Runway (You’re Gonna Fly)’, by JJ Heller. This is another one I sensed myself liking as soon as it started, and I once again had good instincts! This one was even softer, but I liked it slightly less so it’s only on the 32 hour playlist.

20: ‘GO.’, by Keith Tutt II. This song immediately intrigued me, partially because I wasn’t initially even fully sure if it had started or if I was hearing things. I liked it, but wouldn’t specifically seek it out. It did make it into the 32 hour playlist though!!

Final Thoughts: What a shock, I liked the playlist filled with musicals and pop the most (so far)!! It’s a miracle!! It’s almost like I tend to like musicals and pop!! But yeah, I wasn’t surprised that most of this playlist fit into my music tastes. My favourite new song would probably be Dreamer, followed by Hallelujah. 18/20 got added (technically 16/20 as two were already there but u get me) to the 32 hour playlist and 2 to the 10 hour one.

@thatsthat24

[transfemlogan]

Hello Sanders Sides fandom !!! I am making a list of all the ship weeks, along with character weeks/months and other fun things (like aro sides week).

If you are hosting a week (or month or day or whatever) or know of a week and would like to make sure it's on my list, feel free to DM me or send me an ask!

[orangesartblog]

Hi I'm obsessing over background charecters again

I mean literally these two have like. 1 speaking line each, but I LOVE THEM /lh

Currently loving the idea that these crews have a friendly rivalry going on, and it's not always Berty and Thomas starting races (though it is 90% of the time). Sometimes it's Thomas' driver. A lot of the time it's Thomas' fireman lmao.

Idk what it is about Bertys driver but I love him? He seems very nice. And has 1 speaking role in the CGI (Unscheduled stops)

I also did this quick scribble. (I say quick. It took a while. But I drew a train! :D )

I imagine how this is how it usually goes down lmao

[intothegenshinworld]

Hey since we already had used to luxury reader how about a complete opposite

A reader who was used to barley making the ends meet

Ps sorry for bad lenguaje English isn’t my first language

No worries! I could understand what you wanted to say! :D Hope you like it!

Note 2: Idk might have included too many people. I didn't know how to tag this bc there were so many but sksksk I hope this is okay

Normally you don't spend a lot of money on clothes and luxury stuff, only when you needed it.

Your most prized possession was your phone. Not only could you contact your friends but you spend many hours playing Genshin.

The game really helped you on your bad days.

It distracts you and you love the characters. You feel as if they truly understand you and will remain there, no matter how bad things will get.

When you were playing the game and your screen died you freaked out.

What were you supposed to do without your phone?

Shortly after your phone breaks, you black out. Or at least, that's what you think happened.

When you wake up, you feel like you're laying in clouds. The bed is so soft and warm, silk sheets are draped over your figure and you're wearing new clothes made from the best materials.

When you see Ningguang walk in with Ganyu and Keqing you're in shock. How did you get inside your favorite game? Meeting your characters was possible now so you won't complain!

The Qixing take good care of you when you first wake up. There are a bunch of new clothes to choose from, and while you're grateful for so many clothes, you stick to choosing one outfit.

When learning that you're God!Reader you're so shocked, because why would you be a god?

When you get hungry you don't need to cook. Within minutes someone else is prepping the best meals for you, providing you food until your appetite has left. No longer do you need to worry about money either. Teyvat will gift you everything you need,

You're still getting used to this luxury, yet you keep accepting the gifts Childe brings you. Each one is personally chosen by the Tsaritsa, and sent from Snezhnaya to Liyue. Childe is a harbinger carrying out his duties as a diplomat, yet when you accept the gifts he can't help but be selfish and believe that your smile is meant for him, instead of the Tsaritsa.

During your stay in Liyue, you'd continuously get spoiled by the Qixing. If you tell them your concerns about money, they would reassure you that the mora is well spent. Ningguang would keep sending you the best outfits, hand-tailored with the highest materials just for you to wear.

When you meet Zhongli he too would show up with something valuable. He doesn't have money, yet he always has something to give to you. He ends up telling its history as well, keeping you for himself as the two of you share tea.

Xingqui as representative of the Feiyun Commerce Guild and practitioner of the Guhua Clan would visit you as well. Amongst the gifts of the Guild is his own book. He considers it a personal gift for you.

When you head to Mondstadt, the Acting Grand Master Jean would request that the big clans in Mondstadt send representatives to give you their welcoming gifts.

The Adepti would express their gratitude for your presence. Their gifts might not be as 'expensive' as Ningguang's but hold more meaning. You'd probably end up with some relic Xiao gifts you for protection.

Diluc would give you a few of his finest bottles of wine and would make room at the Dawn Winery should you request to stay over.

The Lawrence clan had some disagreements but at last, Jean had asked Eula to represent their clan. She'd be nervous, not wanting to offend you with her words. When you finally arrive you would tell Eula that meeting her was the best gift. She'd start to stutter and fumble over her words after that.

Later in Inazuma, you'd be welcomed by Ayato and Ayaka from the Yashiro Commission. As Cultural representatives, they'd make sure your welcome is as spectacular as can be. Thoma would be there as well, following the orders that Ayato gives him.

There are some members of the Knights of Favonius that would go out of their way to welcome you. Yet Kaeya, Lisa, and Albedo were the only ones who got to spend time alone with you.

The Tenryou Commission would be there as well. Not interacting with you but focusing on your safety. Kujou Sara would lead this department. If you choose to personally thank her for her hard work she'd act as if it was a normal thing to do, yet from the inside she's screaming because you gave her your attention.

When you arrive at the Tenshukaku you meet Ei, who came out of the Plane of Euthymia to personally greet you. She wants everything to be perfect and requests you to start wearing inazuman clothes.

Overall you'd get spoiled everywhere. You might need some time to get used to it but they will never stop loving you.

[nightwings-robin]

having some feelings about Joe Chill in this Chili's tonight.

I often hate how Joe Chill and the Wayne murders are handled, specifically when it's part of some bigger grand scheme as opposed to just a regular everyday mugging and how that relates to Bruce as a character. I feel like something is lost when Thomas and Martha are killed because of some conspiracy or whatever. I think it takes away from one of the core reasons why Bruce became Batman in the first place.

like it's supposed to be a random act of senseless violence! not some huge conspiracy with a secret group controlling Gotham or because of some mob connection. I don't want Joe Chill to be in the Court of Owls or be a Talon or a hired hit-man or to be a mob boss or or or

I think Joe Chill works best as a character and plot device when he is simply a guy who needed some quick cash and robbed the first wealthy people he saw. (maybe killing them was an accident or maybe he did mean to kill all three but didn't realize that he didn't have enough bullets for Bruce. idk haven't figured that part out yet)

it doesn't have to be any more grand than that!

Bruce became Batman so that he could stop random acts of violence from tearing families apart. so that no one else has to watch their loved ones get murdered right in front of them.

that is the core of what he does and why he does it.

making his parents be the target of the Owls or the mob or whatever kind of takes that away imo.

AND ANOTHER THING

I don't like when stories have Bruce figure out who killed his parents. I like it to be a mystery! I like the irony of Bruce being the World's Greatest Detective but the one case he can't solve is his own.

the irony! the drama! the frustration! the feelings of inadequacy!

he keeps going back to the case. HIS case. trying to find new leads, new evidence, new anything. but there is none! because there was no rhyme or reason to the killings. it was just some guy who needed money. and that could be anyone.

I feel like Bruce never being able to find the guy who killed his parents would actually be better for his character growth than if he ever was able to confront Joe Chill. it would push him harder to want to be a better detective. it would give him more drive! like yeah I do want him to have some closure and some solace but I also have a lot of feelings about his pursuit of finding his parents killer being ultimately fruitless and bleak.

it could also add a layer to his relationship with his kids, specifically the ones who also have murdered parents. but the thing is, all them who have dead parents know who the killers were. there's no mystery to who killed Dick's parents, or Jason's parents, or Tim's parents. Bruce can relate to them all for having murdered parents but he can't relate to actually having that closer of Who Did It.

it's what drives him to help Dick take down Tony Zucco. it's about the guilt he feels knowing his own friend Harvey Dent killed Jason's father. it's about how he couldn't save Sheila Haywood from the Joker along with Jason. it's about how Jack Drake was killed by a villain that Bruce easily would have taken down had he been there. it's about how he couldn't actually save any of his kids bio parents but has solace knowing that at least they won't lie awake at night wondering who it was that killed them like he's done every single damn day since he was eight years old.

does anyone else have as many thoughts and feelings about Joe Chill as I do???

this post was brought to you by my long tags on this post.

[infinityactual]

Okay for the wip game: green!

A very rough idea for an AU where Lasky and the Infinity go rogue. Tried to make it easy to read and skip the notes, but eh. It's rough, what can I say.

---

He didn't like it.

He'd spent the entire slipspace trip trying to justify the orders. Trying to rationalize them.

He'd done the same thing when Osman had ordered him to execute Dr. Halsey.

Not execute...to murder.

Since [Last Major Thing...Covenant war?], there had been a few years of relative peace. Something Thomas hadn't seen since Circinus...

But something in the back of his mind told him it wouldn't last, and sure enough as soon as the outer colonies had approached the UEG and asked for independence (something something the UEG goes oh hah yeah fucking right losers) the Insurrection had once more boiled into a full-blown war. And this time, the insurrectionists had new allies; former Covenant were all too happy to supply the Insurrectionists with weapons and ships (something the UNSC hasn't been able to put down the rebellion or at least keep it in check near as well? as they had prior to the covenant war, so they decide to bring Infinity in for another refit, add a bunch of PDCs and idk maybe replace the spine mounted mac cannons with something like the covenant's plasma weapons? The ones u can steer using magnets so the ship doesn't have to turn or whatever)

The bridge was silent. Nobody moved from their post, the crew simply stayed in place, looking at him expectantly.

(Lasky spends the whole trip to X system agonizing over his order to slap down a whole colony just bc they want to be left alone, and can't find a way to rationalize it. Does he hear rumors that others share his discontent with their orders? Sarah would take his side and probably grouse abt it. Infinity gets to X system and Communication with the colony is had, at which point Lasky decides that court martial is better than having blood on his hands over this bullshit. Maybe FLEETCOM is all like Lasky why the fuck arent you mopping the floor w these colonists yet and he just straight up says he's not gonna and cuts transmission, 'you'll have to replace me' or smth.)

"Sir," Roland said as his avatar appeared in the holotank "I think I speak for the crew when I say we're with you."

(Lasky is anxious but this decision feels much better, especially with support from the crew and Palmer, he prepares to make his move)

"Roland, please mark all UNSC assets not attached to Infinity as 'hostile'."

"Yes, sir!" he replied. Almost instantly, a cascade of markers flipping from green to read spread outward from the Infinity's immediate vicinity.

(radio chatter goes from routine to surprised chaos as UNSC and Insurrectionists realize that the Infinity's IFF has changed, along with the IFF tags of almost all of her compliment of ships)

"Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war." Tom muttered quietly.

(break?)

"Fire at will! Aim to disable, not to kill!"

(Something PDCs firing looks like 'strings of golden stitches across the black tapestry of space')

[savoryscribbles]

Genshin Boyos Reaction to You Reaching Out Your Hand for No Reason

A/n: Genshin bois, you reach out your hand, their reaction?

Also!!! Feel free to ask me for what characters you want me to do for this if you want a part 2!!!

Genshin Masterlist | Writing Masterlist

Pairings: Childe, Albedo, Gorou, Thoma, Zhongli, and Diluc x gn!reader

Warnings: Cursing(sorry), usage of the words ‘dear’ ‘darling’ ‘malewife’, some may be shorter than others, simply because I didn’t have enough ideas for said character, sorry :(

Tags: fluff, hands, fluff overload, guys being dumb, cutie patootys holdin hands, did I mention fluff?

Childe:

First reaction is to smile and take it in his own.

“Oh comrade! If you wanted to hold my hand you should have said so!”

Doesn’t let go, like seriously, if you try and pull away he’s like “oh? Where do you think you’re going?

It’s cause his hand is too fucking sweaty

Sometimes, if you’re out for dinner or the like, he’ll put what he’s eating in your hand, thinking you want to try it

Or he’ll put his chopsticks in your hand and expect you to feed him.

Overall alway a cute reaction 10/10

Albedo:

Thinks you want to help his experiment- like sir no just give me your hand in marriage please

He’s confused if you put the equipment down. “I thought you wanted to help?”

He lowkey kinda pouts, so you end up helping him anyways

If it’s during a meal, he’ll put some food on his fork and offer it to you.

The only time he’s take your hand is if you were in a crowded area. Or an area with people that aren’t Sucrose, uh that one other alchemy guy I forget the name of, Kaeya, Jean, Klee, etc

If you have anxiety when your in crowded areas, will definitely take it and lead you away form the crowd, squeezing your hand gently. And gives you reassurance when you are away from the other people. “It’s alright dear, I know you dislike crowds.”

He definitely gets it, he doesn’t like strangers either.

11/10 precious boyo

Gorou:

In private he definitely puts his face in your hand, or will take it and guide it to his ears.

In public, he’s more serious, so I imagine he’ll place the item he’s holding in yours, even though he knows you don’t want it.

His eyes tell his apologies, he has to be tough. No matter if your his s/o or not, he needs to be tough and professional or no one will take him seriously.

Will make it up to you, probably by doing the reverse, playing with your hair(or ears if you have them(I mean like the ears like his)), or holding your face in his hands, maybe even smooching it all over.

If there happens to be a crowd he’ll take if for a moment and squeeze it, before letting go, but will make sure to keep by your side so you know he’s there.

Sorry but during meals he’s not sharing, Idk I headcannon that he’s pretty protective of his food. Like if it was anyone else besides you, and maybe Kokomi, he’d growl. But to you he’s just be. “Love you know I don’t share my food.”

Probably eats dog food anyways

10000/10 goodest boy

Thoma:

Tilts his head to the side before questionably passing you his polearm or whatever he’s holding.

If you cast it aside or put it down, he’s even more confused.

“I thought you wanted (thing)?” When you shake your head no, he just looks at you like a puppy.

If your persistent and hold it out longer, it’ll dawn on him ‘oh they want my hand!!’ And puts his hand in yours.

Definitely swings it around.

If you’re eating, will hand you his chopsticks and say “take what you’d like darling.” Cause mr. malewife would never want his s/o to go hungry!

12/10 best chef

Zhongli:

Doesn’t give you anything, but cocks his head to the side and asks, “do you need something dear?”

If you shake your head no, he’ll go back to what he’s doing, until he notices your hand is still outstretched.

“Are you sure you don’t need something? If not why are you holding your hand out?” He asked you once again.

You’re just going to have to ask that you want to hold his hand/whatever you wanted him to do.

If you want to hold his hand, and say so, he just chuckles and take yours in his before continuing what he’s doing.

From then on he knows what you mean and will hold your hand no matter what. Doesn’t matter if your both in public, private, eating with high end business people. He. Will. Hold. Your. Hand. God damnit!

I see him actually start mimicking your actions, and might outstretch his hand whenever he wants to be close, even if it’s more than hand holding. Will take your hand when you inevitably put it in his, and pull you in close. Might even shove his head in your hair/shoulder/chest(depending on your height).

Now it’s just a habit you both do subconsciously, and all the old lady’s will swoon “oh they’re so cute together! They don’t even have to ask to hold hands!”

14/10 for subconscious habits of affection

Diluc:

Hand you a drink

Ignores it at first, especially if he’s working in the tavern, or if there are others present.

“Is there something you need?” He asks semi-coldly. He doesn’t mean it though, just doesn’t like to be confused, and your gesture confuses him.

If you just shrug he’ll scowl “well you obviously want something?” He responds in a sort of angry tone?

You eventually cave and tell him you just wanna hold his hand. To which he sighs.

He would love nothing more than to take your hand, maybe even you’re hold body, in his, but sadly sometimes it’s not possible.

He will apologize in private while holding you close, I think his love language is physical touch, seeing at thats all he really has time for? So the moments where he can hold you close are precious to him.

If you’re in his manor, he will take your hand when you ask for it. If your in Mondstat, just walking, or out for dinner in the rare occasion he’s free, he will also take your hand, if you’re sitting at a table, will squeeze it under the tablecloth, while rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

The only time he cannot hold your hand is in the tavern, there just far to much to be done. He will however hold your hand, without you asking, on the walk back to the winery. And as soon as all the drunkards are gone he’ll press a general kiss to your forehead.

13/10 wish I could hold his hand 24/7

I totally forgot to mention how he’s like a personal heater, fuck!

[descendantofthesparrow]

Hi I'm sorry hope I'm not bothering but what are those Aus u were talking about they seem really interesting hope I'm not bothering u can ignore ofc

OH YOU AINT BOTHERING ME AT ALL, i did ask in the tags for someone to come ask me cuz i need to talk about it BUT HERE WE GO

so! the poyw invitation au! now you may think its an "oh a (y/n) from our world goes to that universe and ends up in the storyline somehow~" NOPE ahahaha!!!!!! its a full descendants poyw au! either taking from the og storyline or the rewrite AU, (y/n)/rose gets sent home one day(after she married Harry). Either, her key stops working, or shes now home again with no way back to the descendants world, right back where she started(though she does keep the items shes gained, like her rings, necklace, n maybe a sword idk). Still, around-lets say....idk at most 10 years later, after doing a DNA thing for funsies, she finds she suddenly has a family from England, and her newly discovered cousin Oliver has reached out~!! like Evie, she goes to meet him and he talks about the Devilles and that big ol wedding, (y/n)/rose mentions knowing a Deville once but his name was spelled Devil but pronounced De'vil (ahaha yes funny funny). Oliver is just like...okay cool(and slightly sus he don't know why tho) and invites her to the wedding for an Alexander family reunion

(y/n)/rose agrees, cuz something tugs at her ear to tell her to go(sounding a lot like that one goddess who pulled way too many strings to make Harry/rose possible) and eventually ends up at the new carfax abbey, soon seeing *drumroll* Walter~ who looks exactly like her fucking boy Harry Hook, and boy does he look-actually surprised to see her.

some high-jinks ensue with (y/n)/rose snooping around trying to figure out why this dude looks exactly like Harry/Thomas Doherty and ends up finding a hall that has Walter's family portraits on them. two of them include two very familiar faces, Cj and Harriet hook.

(y/n)/rose figures shit out quickly and makes a quick comment on one of their old friends during the cocktail party thing and Walter corrects her about something (pulling a lil abu trick like Jasmin did) and winces as (y/n)/rose gasps about catching him right in a lie! cuz holy shit Walter's Harry fucking Hook!!!!

after a long explanation,(with crying from Harry cuz he's dramatic/extra) its revealed Harry got sent to (y/n)/rose's world with her, but ended up way back in time due to a mix up, thanks to a technicality due to when Harry should've actually been born if the whole neverland/Auradon necromancy thing didn't happen, so he's way back in time before anything Disney has even been imagined, and makes a deal with some witches for immortality, becoming a vamp.

Harry now thinks (y/n)/rose will be scared of him, he's a monster now, one without a soul, but (y/n)/rose is that bitch and has killed for Harry too many times to count now and is just "dude, i killed ur dad for you, and his entire crew-plus some random ass fucks who threatened you. you really think some blood drinking gonna scare me off?" Harry just laughs as (y/n)/rose takes his face and kisses him stupid, the two soul mates finally reunited after so long.

anyways, at this point-it separates from canon and just has the two having a time as if they were never apart-Walter/Harry tells the families/the brides some of the truth and that (y/n)/rose happily accepted his proposal(even tho the two were already married n (y/n)/rose still wears her rings) Viktoria is...Viktoria, Lucy is Lucy, and (y/n)/rose is still that bitch; her and Harry soon starting to try to figure out how to get back to their world, getting even closer than before in the process(if that was even possible)

dead ass-this last bit is-fully stolen/borrowed from @sessediz's version of the invitation, but after (y/n)/rose n Harry/Walter take their vows(again) and (y/n)/rose takes his blood, Viktoria attempts a coup but uh-girly wasn't expecting the fucking balls (y/n)/rose has(being one to even make Gaston shake in the knees at the sight of her, girlies fucking THAT BITCH) and (y/n)/rose, either with her new vamp stretch or her skills(rewrite /rose is immune to magic, which in turn would make her immune to the blood pact thing so-she stays human but completes her end of the deal) takes Viktoria down with-too much ease(i think i made (y/n)/rose a bit of a mary sue but i do what it want plus, for real, Viktoria prob doesn't know how to actually fight, if it came down to skill, Viktoria would be a goner-did you see how her and lucy fought? those two have never actually fought someone in their life)

after being asked why Viktoria attempted such a coup like this, she tried to justify herself with how (y/n)/rose made Walter soft, how weak he's become over the years. Harry just laughs, his eyes gleaming red with the remaining madness curse that never truly left. "I'm a villain kid darlin'" his accent comes back out at this point, dark and rough like the child of hook he really is "this is all jus' childs play, got boring after a while-ye know?"

anyways-of course Viktoria is taken out due to her treacherous act, and while (y/n)/rose n Harry still figure out how the fuck to get home, they take care of business (like firing the racist ass butler and taking up different prey than the servant class cuz like the fuck?) and (y/n)/rose is implemented into the house, either as a vampire or a human that was unaffected by the pact(magic immunity has its perks) so-how this would end, would either be them going home, or them staying in (y/n)/rose's world as the Deville's

also-yes (y/n)/rose bullies Harry over his new last name SO FUCKING MUCH

"YOU STOLE CARLOS LAST NAEM YOU DOLT"

"NO I FUCKING DIDN' IT WAS JUST A COINCIDENCE"

"YEAH FUCKING RIGHT"

anyways there would be so much more to this au than i said here and if i did ever write it-it would be a lot better than what i explained and make more sense but-ye

OH and totally the reason why (y/n)/rose is suddenly an Alexander is so because of Persephone pulling strings, she just cannot let her otp be separated for longer 

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Thanks @feralremains for the tag! I'm just gonna follow your lead for what to post about!

Most recent ship: I would say Hannigram but I actually watched Our Flag Means Death for the first time more recently than Hannibal, so I have to say GentleBeard even though I am currently obsessed with Hannigram.

Most written about ship: Again, I would say Hannigram because I've posted the most about them, but I haven't actually written anything substantial about them (in terms of word count). I did once write a 45,000 word fic for a different fandom, but it was an x reader so I can't count that either really. Given all that, I think the ship I've written the most for is Yona/Hak from Yona of the Dawn. I've written about 9,000 words of fic for the two of them.

Ship that got me into fanart/fanfic: As far as fanfic goes, I started out writing almost exclusively x readers for a bunch of different fandoms. I'm pretty sure the first actual ship I wrote a fanfic for was Destiel. As far as fanart, I don't actually spend a lot of time drawing the same character or ship over and over in most cases, but I do remember that the first ship I ever drew fanart for was Mika/Yuu from Seraph of the End:

It's not a great piece of art but I drew it when I was 15 and my art has improved a lot since then. You can also see (what I think is) my most recent ship art below of Yona/Hak from Yona of the Dawn:

First ship: I mean Avatar: the Last Airbender came out when I was just a little kid, so I can't say I shipped it the same way I understand shipping works now, but I remember watching it and being like "Ew why is Katara with Aang she should be with Zuko."

Last song I listened to: Last song I listened to was Polyphemus from EPIC: The Cyclops Saga. If you haven't heard of the musical EPIC, I would definitely recommend checking it out. It's not entirely released yet though. Only two sagas are out and I think the creator (Jorge Rivera-Herrans) said there's a total of nine sagas.

Last movie I watched: My friends and I have a movie night every Friday, and this past Friday, we watched The Princess Bride and Pride and Prejudice. Also let me tell you, movie nights have greatly changed since the soundboard was introduced to discord. There's nothing like hearing Mr. Darcy say "I love... I love... I love you." followed by a vine boom.

Currently reading: I'm trying to get myself into reading Red Dragon by Thomas Harris. I'm 2 chapters in but my brain keeps wanting to gravitate towards the fanfiction world, so I'm actually currently in the middle of rereading the Hannigram fic Ethics and Aesthetics by FragileTeacup on AO3.

Currently consuming: I just finished stress-eating a bunch of chicken nuggets while sitting on the bathroom floor WOOO! My cats came to comfort me and also to try and steal some chicken nuggets.

Currently craving: idk a lot? I want a jamocha shake from Arby's but there's no Arby's near my house. I want to learn how to rollerskate but I'm afraid of breaking my spine again and I was never good at it even as a kid. I want to see my big sister but she and her husband are too busy for us until Christmas (but not for other friends and family).

People I'd love to get to know better, but don't feel pressured to post about yourself if you don't want to:

@stranded-labyrinth @honeygrahambitch @petrowriting @fishing-motif @teacupmotif @doemotif @ghostforwhat @bloody-hands-motif @pikslasrce