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please please please, jealous Larissa x teacher!reader

Mine

Warnings: S M U T 18+, minors dni!! Filth with little plot, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, slapping, man handling, (lots of) dirty talk, bulge kink, breeding kink, spit kink, praise kink, degrading kink mixed with a little verbal abuse, slight brainwash, punishment/spanking, tears, kinda toxic, Dark Dom Daddy Larissa (Larissa is a bit mean), Bottom Puppy Reader. 

Reader and Larissa have a non established relationship

Authors notes: I’m so sorry anon!!!! I wrote this whole snippet thinking the request was possessiveness then saw it was jealousy and had to work it in there so I’m so sorry if it seems rushed if you don’t like it anon just let me know and I will write something else.

You watched Larissa with a mixture of love and disdain as she shot the fake gun in the air commencing the Poe Cup. For a moment, you question yourself, were you not partner material? Was there a reason this goddess of a woman had only been using you as a sexual rouse for the past six months and not made any move towards progressing you're relationship. In the beginning it was fine you might of even said it was all you wanted at the time but now you longed for a loving embrace, a sweet kiss goodnight, the feeling of your fingers wonderfully tangled in another and while you did sometimes get those from Larissa it wasn’t the same. You wanted more than a fuck buddy wanted more than someone who just took out their frustrations on you and as you sit here and think to yourself you realize that's all Larissa wanted to be. Finally ripping your burning gaze from the woman you settle with yourself in the decision to move on with your life. Walking to the right of the stage to get a better view, your gaze turns to one of adoration as you watch Ophelia halls boat pull into first. Becoming the dorm mom of the hall was like a puzzle piece slipping into place and you couldn't be more proud of your girls. Smiling wide as the group of four run across the finish line you feel a strong beat in your chest when Larissa announces Ophelia hall has won for a second year in a row. Making your way forward you only slightly grimace as mud covers your black boots, luckily the extra height from the shoes saving your black pants from the same fate. Black sweater protecting you from the cold biting wind you carry over four towels to keep the girls from catching cold.

"I must say I'm impressed."

Your voice breaks through Enid's excited squeals and in a second you are surrounded by the rowing team.

"Did you see us Ms. (Y/L/N)?"

Enid says quickly and you can't help the light chuckle you let forth.

"No, I was watching the other Poe Cup across the lake."

You say with sarcasm causing an almost nonexistent smirk to cross Wednesday's face.

"You all were wonderful, what do you say I treat you all to a night of gravedigging."

Your smile was bright as three of the four grimaced at the offer.

"Sounds absolutely dreadful. Let's meet at nine."

Wednesday says trying not to sound overly excited before she walks away towards the dorm hall. Enid and the others trying to hide their disgust as they follow the girl. You let go of a content sigh before turning to make your own way back towards the school building. Your students' essays wouldn't read themselves. Well....... 

“Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Your head turned in response to the near yell of your name another head also turning in the crowd behind you.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your going out with your hall tonight need a second chaperon?”

A smile graced your features as one of the new assistant teachers spoke, you didn’t remember the woman’s name but you recognized her face as she had seemed to be bumping into you a lot recently.

“Oh I don’t need one those girls always behave with me but you are more than welcome to join in the activity it can be very invigorating.”

Your smile was returned as well as a small blush that ghosted the younger woman’s cheeks.

“I can’t wait.”

The young teacher made her way into the crowd leaving you to your thoughts as you began to walk towards the school. Lifting off the floor as you begin to walk on air you get lost within your own mind your abilities now being second nature to you. Steps end as you eventually just propel yourself forward reaching the school in seconds before lowering yourself in the middle of the quad. The walk from there to your classroom is short stepping into the dark room filled with beakers of different organs and body parts a smile graces your lips as you stare at the essays stacked on your desk. This job was a dream teaching monster anatomy coincided with your interests and it allowed you to cause a grimace on most of the students faces on a daily basis.

.......

An unpleasant feeling settled in Larissa’s stomach as she watched Ms. Kathryn Yeil become a blushing mess while speaking to you for the third day in a row. You were to naïve never found yourself pretty so you never assumed anyone else did either but Larissa saw you. The goddess she possessed and she knew your worth so it didn’t surprise her when one of the newbies took a liking to you. What did surprise her was the feeling it brought over her body. Kathryn was young much younger than Larissa pretty, smart, and she seemed to have a few things in common with you. Larissa was your polar opposite there was not a single interest you shared besides coffee and honestly that didn’t even count. So as she hears the end of your conversation your invitation and her acceptance she can’t help but feel that uncomfortable tingle of jealousy course through her as thoughts of you with anyone else fills her mind. Possessiveness takes over her body in waves and as she watches you set off towards the school a pinch of hurt hits her too, if nothing else Larissa owned you she had told you many times before and you always moaned out in agreement..... who even knows what you two have but Larissa was done tiptoeing around it. Toe of her heels digging in the ground as she set off towards the school to find you and put you in your place.

.......

 Sitting down at your desk with a content sigh you barely pick up the third essay on the six different stomachs in a giant before there's a knock on your door. Humming out a distracted ‘come in’ you don’t look up when the person on the other side of the door entered opting to continue reading the essay before you. Familiar heels click against the floor of your classroom and you ready yourself to say what needed to be said standing and dusting off your pants you raise your eyes to sharp blues. Voice nearly dying in your throat you get your courage back with a few fake coughs.

EHM   ehm   “Larissa... we need to talk.”

Your voice came out softer than you intended but you brushed it off deciding to stay strong. Larissa still somewhat scared you even after all this time and her domineering personality often made her lash out. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question before her sadistic smile she only seemed to shine your way made its path across her face.

“What does my little puppy need to talk to me about hmm?”

Her words dripped with an unspoken promise. The promise of what you didn’t know and honestly weren’t sure if you wanted to find out. Eyes never leaving Larissa’s you speak.

“Larissa... I can’t... I don’t want to do this anymore. You’re a great woman and it was fun sneaking around at first but I’m tired of cat and mouse I want something real. So what ever this arrangement is that we have it stops now.”

A look of surprise and something else graced Larissa’s features before she merely chuckled and shook her head while moving into your space. 

“Oh my darling girl have I not been clear or have you been to fucked out to remember?”

Starting off sweet before ending harsh Larissa bends to say the next words in your ear.

“When I have you screaming about how your daddy’s little plaything those words are not to arouse you in the heat of passion, though they do seem to get a rise out of you.."

Larissa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as a pink hue starts at your cheeks your strong demeanor slowly starting to fade as she reminds you exactly whose in charge. 

“Those words are a decree a collar you wear around your neck that only I can see. Would you prefer I kept you on my lap so that everyone can see just how much of a slut you are for me? You want real? Lets be real you belong to me puppy; body, mind, and soul. My thing to play with, my bitch to command, you are mine and mine alone but clearly you’ve forgotten that hmm?”

The last four words are sweet even as she grips you harshly and man handles you over your desk.

“How fogged your little mind gets when daddy doesn’t abuse this pussy for a few days.”

You put up no resistance as Larissa strips your body, as much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t hide the way your heart thumped in excitement, the way your core pulsed in anticipation your mind began to slip back and forth you felt torn, you needed to fight this you wanted something real and the only thing this situation seemed to be was real toxic but as Larissa got you naked slid a hand up your abdomen over your chest and around your throat commanding you to open your mouth and you did so without question accepting her spit happily before swallowing she only proved her words to be true. She owned you.

“There we go puppy, you always take anything daddy gives you.”

Just as the praise registers so does Larissa hand harshly smacking across your face.

“Don’t think that changes anything whore, leave me? I’m the only one that loves you silly puppy is so dumb without daddy you wouldn’t make it a day.”

You bite your lip as the sting of the rough contact tingles on your skin and the words crash through your brain.

“Roll onto your stomach bitch and show me that pretty ass of yours I think you deserve punishment.”

Your body moved quickly as venom laced words continued to fall from Larissa’s mouth.

“I’m very disappointed puppy I thought you always wanted to please daddy. Instead you want to whore yourself out."

Tears build up as your mind begins to slip further.

“You’re going to count each hit slut miss one, we start over, and you’re going to take everything I give you forget your safe word tonight puppy, daddy’s mad and nothing’s gonna stop me tonight.”

crack

You lean a bit further onto your desk as the hard slap connects but don’t miss a beat.

“1.”

smack

“2.”

creak

whimper

“3.”

crack

“4.”

snap

Tears hit the desk in front of your eyes but you barely register them.

“5.”

whack

“6.”

smack

A sob escapes your throat yet you continue.

“7.”

whip

“8.”

wham

“9.”

By now your openly sobbing but it all means nothing to you, you disappointed daddy and you have to make it right.

crack

“10.”

By nineteen your backside screamed at Larissa, red and welping but Larissa only cooed as she ran a light hand up your back.

“Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well, one more puppy just one more.”

A pathetic whimper escaped your throat at the thought but you nodded none the less bracing yourself for another harsh slap. Larissa didn’t hold back her hand connecting with your skin just as harsh as it had the last nineteen times a slight scream escaped your mouth as you crumbled forward falling completely on top of your desk the strength in your arms long gone.

“20.”

A pleased hum left Larissa as she ran a soothing hand up your back.

“Such a good puppy for daddy, you did so well, I’m so proud of you.”

Rolling you onto your back Larissa easily keeps your backside lifted off the wood before sliding her jacket between your skin and the surface. You can’t help but grimace as she lowers you, your cheeks still plenty raw from her rough treatment but your mind focuses on the white haired enchantress as she makes her way between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry daddy.”

Tears still stream down your face as you speak but Larissa ignores you spreading your legs wide in order to get a good look at you.

“Would you look at that.... it doesn’t matter how rough daddy is with you, you’ll still be a slutty mess between your legs.”

Larissa slips out of her own dress and undergarments easily, unpinning her hair before towering over you.

“I think you secretly like it when daddy’s rough with you....”

Larissa whispers to you as she begins to tease at your swollen clit causing you to gasp.

“Because you know how hard I’ll fuck you after.”

Long fingers easily slide into familiar territory as her thumb continues to play with your clit. Moaning you lift your hands to tangle in white locks.

“Daddy.

You moan out softly as you pull at Larissa willing her to be closer.

“Because you know I’ll fuck you deep and hard with my cock till I fill you with my seed.”

A loud moan slips through at the combination of Larissa’s words and fingers. The familiar tightness beginning in your stomach.

“You like that don’t you bitch, when I fuck you dumb then fill your little cunt with my babies.”

Whimpers begin as a sloshing sound starts between your legs while you respond.

“Yes daddy, I love when you fuck a baby in me, I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum?”

Removing her fingers, Larissa stands to her full height before sucking your wetness off her digits.

“Oh sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you tried to pull? No puppy tonight is all about daddy, I plan to use you like a fleshlight till I cum, maybe if you behave tomorrow I’ll let you have your release.”

In that moment you see the transformation between her legs begin her vagina being replaced with a penis of her own, her warm thick tip brushing through your folds a few times before she began to push into your entrance. Moans leave your lips as your center still is recovering from the orgasm denial mere moments ago. When Larissa’s hips meet your own you almost quake with need.

“So full daddy.”

The smug look on Larissa’s face sent tingles through you as soft hands ran over your stomach that now bulged with Larissa’s presence.

“Your taking me so well puppy, feel so good inside.”

Your stomach clenches at the words squeezing Larissa and causing her to let out a pleased huff. Moving her hips slowly in and out for a moment you relish in your small adjustment period before Larissa’s left hand grips your throat, her right hand pushes on your bulge and her hips slam against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Larissa began to fuck you within an inch of your sanity, you felt every vein on her length, felt every brush of her tip against your g spot, felt every stretch at your entrance and the pleasure was to good. Tears never stopped flowing though they no longer came from pain now pleasure.

“Oh daddy.”

You moaned out voice a little scruffy from the hand around your neck. 

“Fuck this pussy daddy, yessssss, fuck.”

Your pleasure was blinding, the pressure was building and before you could even open your mouth to ask Larissa pulled out. Your whine was audible a natural response to your second denial but your body remained unmoving. Allowing Larissa to basically manhandle you onto your side, she lifts a leg allowing it to run up her body while the other was pushed out of the way. The first thing you noticed when she entered you in this position was how deep you felt her. You felt like one, her member hitting you in deep spots only she knew, grabbing your legs as leverage Larissa begins to drill you again, loud moans poured out of your mouth as your juices splashed all over Larissa’s jacket.

“Who owns you?”

“Daddy.”

The words seemed to please Larissa one of her hands leaving your leg to play with your clit as she fucked into you.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“Daddy.”

The word came out as a sob as your body begins to slightly shake. 

“I can’t daddy I’m gonna...”

In an instant Larissa’s warmth leaves your walls clenching around nothing desperately. Crossing your legs together Larissa slides between your wet thighs fucking them just as hard and fast as she’d fuck you its merely another minute before she pulls away from your thighs squirting on your punished backside. A whine leaves your lips as you suddenly feel the deep intrusion of Larissa's cock again.

“Such a good puppy, you took me so well.”

Larissa’s words where like a pillow as your drop takes full force, your body shaking with sobs.

“Always such a good puppy for daddy, I’m so proud of you.”

Larissa’s words continued as she wrapped her body around yours becoming the blanket you didn’t know you needed and suddenly you were the safest you’d ever been.

“I’m so sorry daddy, so sorry, I love you daddy I don’t want to upset you.”

The words struck Larissa and she was happy you couldn’t see the small blush on her face.

“And I love you puppy you are mine as much as I am yours and I don’t like to share. What we have is real.”

You ran fingers through soft locks and suddenly your heart started to beat out of your chest wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover still full and connected you felt pure bliss.

“Stop talking to Kathryn it makes me uncomfortable.”

Confusion quickly took hold of your face as you searched your mind before you responded.

“Who?”

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In the Bleak Midwinter: Chapter 1 (18+ MDNI)

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Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary (Whole Story): Left with the dying wish of her husband, Y/N finds herself in Birmingham in search of one Thomas Shelby. Old wounds for both will be brought to light as the pair finds a way to heal from the hurt of the past together.

Chapter Summary: Y/N goes to find Thomas to drop off a letter that was left for him by her husband before his death. The search does not get off to a great start. With nothing to go on besides a tip to visit the Garrison, Y/N is left to her own devices to push through the obstacles and carry out this last act. Personalities clash as Y/N begins to interact with the hardworking folks of Watery Lane, including Mr. Thomas Shelby himself.

Warnings: Language + alcohol & drug use + illusions to self-harm/suicide. Eventually, as the relationship grows, this story will become even more 18+. So, please check the warnings before reading each chapter.

A/N: Okay folks, I don't normally start multiple series at once, but I had to start writing this. I'm binge-watching Peaky Blinders and have become totally enthralled by these characters. I'm very excited about this journey/story and can't wait to share it with you. As always, I apologize for any mistakes.

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Rain poured in sideways sheets that blew over the rooftops, filling the pitted roads to the brim and turning them into a sea of mud and horse shit. The wind whipped around the corners of the buildings smacking around anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the deluge. Tugging the edge of your hat down a bit further to keep it from flying away, you pushed through the dark of night toward the glowing windows dead ahead. A golden glow and rowdy voices spilled out from the pub whose presence was the only source of life in the grim surroundings.

Warmth rolled out in a most pleasant wave as you pushed your way inside the bar. The place was full to the brim with intoxicated patrons letting off steam after a long day of work, their faces and hands still coated with the filth of their jobs. Thankfully the men seemed too far gone at this point to notice your presence. Behind the bar stood a kindly-looking man, a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he pulled another beer from the tap. Watching from the shadows, you waited for the men to grab their drinks before approaching the bartender.

Catching your movement out of his peripheral, he began to speak before getting a good look at you, “What can I get for ya? Beer or …” wiping his hands on a rag, his eyes roved over your figure before speaking again, “Sorry love, we don’t serve unaccompanied ladies at the Garrison. I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.”

“That’s all right, I’m not here for a drink. I uh… I’m lookin’ for someone. I was told that I might be able to find ‘em here.”

“Not sure if I’ll be of any help, but who are you lookin’ for?”

“His name’s Thomas Shelby.”

The man’s eyes narrowed as he sat down the cloth he was holding on the countertop, “I don’t know who told you that he’d be here, but I can assure you that this isn’t the place.”

“But you do know who he is, yeah?”

“Yes, I do, but he isn’t ‘er, and it isn’t my job to meddle in other people’s business. If you want to get in touch with him, you’ll have to figure out a different way.”

“But I don’t ‘ave another way. Please, I came all this way. I-I don’t even need to speak to him, I just-”

Clearing his throat he glanced toward the side of the bar as he continued, “Listen, I can’t help ya, and moreover, it’s not safe for a lady to be out in Small Heath at this hour. What I can do is get someone to walk you home, but beyond that, I’m afraid I’ll be of no help.”

“Fine. I’ll leave, if you promise to give him this.” reaching into the hidden pocket of your coat, you pulled out a worn envelope and held it out for the man to take.

Hesitantly, he looked closer at the paper, “Why should I do that?”

“It’s from William Butler,” Swallowing hard, you worked up the courage to keep eye contact, “He’ll want to read it.”

Catching your face, he noticed the way your jaw twitched as you spoke the name. There was a sadness in your eyes that worked its way over the rest of your features, pinching the corners of your mouth in a frown as you stared at him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure you mean well, but I can’t do this for you.”

“Why the fuck not? I ‘aven’t asked you to kill a man, I’ve asked ya to deliver a letter.”

“As I told ya, I’m not here to get involved with other people’s business, and certainly not Thomas Shelby’s.” Turning away, he shouted a name into the crowd, drawing another person to the bar, “Make sure she gets home safe, all right? And then get your ass back here and clear up the mess you and the rest of your mates made. No extra stops, you ‘ere me?”

“Yes, sir. No, problem, sir.”

Giving you no time to protest further, the young man grabbed you lightly by the elbow and did his best to guide you through the crowd. The walk back to your rented room was quiet other than the sounds of the wind whipping through the air. The boy who accompanied you had the good sense to keep his mouth shut, but whether that was from a fear of the hateful look you’d given him when he’d introduced himself or fear of the bartender's wrath if he didn’t take care of this business in good time, you’d never know.

Safely inside, you hung your sopping clothes wherever you could find room before slipping into a dry set of pajamas. Grabbing the flask from your bag and your gun, you took a seat in the stiff wooden chair near the window. The whoosh of heavy drops and bright flashes of lightning flooded the tiny space and did nothing to steady your nerves.

Staring blindly into the night, you fought a silent battle with your mind. Pushing it back from the dark recesses you tried so hard to avoid. Some nights the battle was more readily won, the odds tipped in your favor by early and heavy consumption of whiskey and laudanum. On other nights, the fight was lost before it even began. The cool metal of your gun pressed hauntingly into the palm of your hand as the memories of that night pounded against your soul and overwhelmed your senses. The iron tang of blood, warm and wet upon your skin. The profound silence was broken by the desperation of your screams. No, on those nights it was only sheer willpower that kept you from falling into the abyss.

This night would be one of the latter.

…

Murky gray light filtered through the lacey curtains, the brightness was enough to rouse you from the weak sleep you’d fallen into the previous night. Sitting up, you rolled your head from side to side in an attempt to release the tension in your muscles. Falling unconscious in the chair with your head pressed against the window did little to alleviate the bone-deep exhaustion that had become your constant companion.

The cap of your flask squeaked in protest as you spun it open. Tossing back a swallow of the astringent liquid, you stood from the chair and assessed your surroundings. A singular suitcase sat open and mostly empty on the bed. From the looks of the clothes you’d hung around the room the previous night, they had a long way to go in terms of drying before they’d be ready to wear again. Only one other outfit remained untouched in your bag.

Setting down your drink, you moved to the bed. The weight of your body caused the mattress to creak, the whole frame moved with you as you adjusted your position. Your fingertips brushed over the black dress that sat folded neatly in front of you. The cotton was soft if a bit threadbare, but it would do.

…

By the time you made your way out onto Watery Lane, sunshine had burned away the morning clouds, leaving behind a beautiful blue sky. Tipping your face up, you let the warmth rush over your skin for a moment. Hearing the sound of voices barreling down the walk, you forced yourself to move. At a loss for how to proceed after the failure of the previous night, you decided to give the Garrison one more shot.

In the light of day, the clattering of heavy machinery echoed through the streets. Its noise was a welcome distraction from the pounding of your heart as you strode toward the bar. Its humble black exterior blended into the ambiance of the city, matching the looks of the buildings and the people who inhabited them perfectly. Wasting no time, you made your way inside. The clip of your heels on the floor clearly announced your entrance.

“We’re closed. You’ll have to get your drink elsewhere.”

Stopping in your tracks, your focus turned to the man behind the bar, his back still turned to you as a cigarette hung loosely between the fingers of his right hand. The fine black suit he wore was certainly a cut above the rest, its pristine fabric hugged his figure perfectly. Pouring three fingers of whisky, he took a sip and continued to ignore your presence.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

At the sound of your voice, the man turned, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you immediately, “No worry, you’re not interrupting anything. Is there somethin’ I can help you with?”

“Uhh, maybe. I’m lookin’ for someone.”

“And who’d that be?”

“It’s Thomas Shelby. I, I was told by some people at the station that if I wanted to find any of the Shelbys I should try the Garrison.”

“Really?” clearing his throat, he tossed back the rest of his drink before speaking again, “An’ what do you need with him?”

“I have a letter I need to give to him. That’s all.”

“A letter. What’s so important about this letter?”

“Why do you care?”

“Curiosity. Drink?” Sitting down an empty glass on the counter, he held out the bottle of whiskey as a question.

“Sure.” Closing the distance to the bar, you hoisted yourself onto one of the seats, and tossed back the amber liquid in one quick swallow, “But you didn’t truly answer my question. Why do you care?”

“Call it a vested interest.”

“Jesus. You know what, thank you for the drink, but I think I’ll be going now. No reason to stay since you obviously can’t help me.”

Tossing a coin on the counter, you slid from your seat and turned away toward the door, but you didn’t get far before the man’s powerful voice called out.

“Eh, wait! Where the hell do you think you’re goin’?” his strong hand clasped tightly around your wrist as he spun you around.

Unwilling to give him the upper hand so easily, you cooly held his gaze, “ I’m goin’ to find someone who can actually fuckin’ help me.”

Fed up with the bullshit, you turned around rapidly to exit.

“For fucks sake, it’s me. I’m Thomas Shelby.”

Frozen in place you let the hot wave of anger that flooded your veins simmer for a second before gathering up the strength to face him.

“Now that we’ve got that on the table, why are you really ‘ere?”

“I have a letter, as I told you.”

“That’s not what I’m fuckin’ asking.”

“Then what is it you want me to say, Mr. Shelby? Do you want me to say that I’m here because of my dead husband? Or is that not enough? Maybe you want to know that it’s because the last thing he left me was a fuckin’ note telling me to bring this to you?” pulling the letter from your pocket, you held it up for him to see, “Is that what you want to hear?”

A blank look fell over Thommy’s face as he contemplated what you’d told him.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N. My husband is… was William Butler.”

“William.” a lost look replaced the blank stare, “He… he and I… we served… he was a good man.”

“Yes, I know. Now, are you gonna take this letter? Or should I haul meself all the way back home and explain to him over his grave that I failed to do the last thing he asked of me, hmm?”

Reaching out, his hand shook as he took the paper from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be going.”

“Hold on, you can’t just leave me with this letter, and then disappear. Where will I be able to find you?”

“First of all, Thomas, let’s get one thing straight. I can do just that. I did what I came here to do, and now I have no use for this shithole of a city. But if you read that letter, and decide that you need to clear your conscience or whatever the fuck it is you feel you need to do, you’ll be able to find me at 725 Watery Lane. I’m there until the end of the week.”

With that, you stormed out of the Garrison, slamming your palms against the wood of the door so hard that it stung up to your wrists. Wobbly legs took you back across the road. Tears streamed in hot rivers down your cheeks as you pushed inside your room. Unable to move any further, you sunk to the ground behind the door, your back flush with it. With unsteady hands, you pulled out your flask and took a swig before reaching back into the pocket in search of the tiny vial you kept hidden inside for emergencies.

Your finger closed around the tan bottle and pulled the cork. Tipping it back, the liquid slid down your throat, mixing with the cheap alcohol you’d just consumed. Soon, the harsh edges of the world began to fade, easing the grief and anger that had threatened to pull you under. Resting your head back against the door, you let your eyes close as you slipped away from reality.

[gutsby]

I was watching porn yesterday for spicy pose references I could to practice from and I accidentally stumbled on pegging and I'm just SHOOKTTT AHHHHH

Just- pegging Bucky who's quiet at first, a bit nervous and unsure but absolutely turned on at the sight of you hovering over him, naked saved for the strap on you've got. He's mesmerized with the image you make just how you're mesmerized with him, laid out in the sheets with his hair spread like a halo around him (works with his short and long hair). He's flushed red from his cheeks down to his chest, anticipation making him shiver.

Despite his initial worry, the vulnerability of letting you take the lead for something he's never done before, he's so aroused he's turning lightheaded, panting and slightly shaking. This man is LEAKING like a broken faucet, he's never done something like this but it's so exciting and new to him, the way you gently spread his legs, your waist squeezed tight by his strong thighs it's HAJDHSJEHJE

You opened him up slowly, dragging out soft noises and making him weep with new pleasure. When you take his cock in your mouth the same time you fit a third finger in his hole, Bucky arches off the bed sharply, ripping out your first loud moan from him. He's dazed and shaking when you finally slip into him, cooing at him 'Look at you, so good and soft fuck your sucking me in like you were meant for me baby, such good boy, so wet and tight' - SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD

He's making soft noises, drool starting to slip from the corners of his mouth as he desperately clutches at the sheets, metal fingers ripping through the fabric as he whined and keened while you carved a space inside him. He's wondering if this how you feel whenever he fucked you, hoped that it felt just as good.

You start with grinding, fitting deeply inside him and the very moment he lets out a shout when you graze his prostate, you lock in. You pull out and slam in hard, nailing that spot in him till he's crying and he's got his head thrown back, eyes rolling at the back of his head. You pepper his bared neck with kisses and bites, squeezing at his pecs and groping any part you could reach.

Bucky looks like he's overheating and he's desperately trying to keep his noises in but you're so fucking good, thrusting hard and deep. You manage to make him cum without a hand on his cock, making a mess of his stomach. it's so much and you can't help but scoop some, shoving your fingers into his mouth and making him moan at the taste of him while you continued with your assault, chasing your own pleasure throufh grinding your clit against the strap NGHHHHH

I'm sorry, this was a random thought huhu

YOU CAN’T DROP THIS SHAKESPEAREAN-LEVEL FILTH AND NOT EXPECT ME TO FALL IN LOVE???

LIKE

'Look at you, so good and soft fuck your sucking me in like you were meant for me baby, such good boy, so wet and tight" - SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD

so real so raw so honest and brave like i didn’t even think i was into pegging until i read this???? I LOVE UR BRAIN

[shi-daisy]

Chapter 13 and 14 have me reeling omg ma'am! 😭 The fluff 💗 the twists😱 the smut 🥵 We been blessed! I love how Tamlin is finally getting his healing arc/found family/Lucien romance because the way you write our boy is so cuteeeee!!! The flashbacks were adorable, Lucien is so handsome and adorable and I need both of them to be happy and cherished forever. Goodbye SJM canon this is what's canon for me now!

Few questions tho, given that you've named all the other 'nameless' characters like the Vanserra family, Tamlin's family, and other secondary characters is there are a reason why you haven't named Rhysand's family? Like is it because you're looking for a fitting name or a story reason?

Also, given that the new Dusk Court is seemingly a mix of Greece and Japan do you have headcannons for the other courts? What would Spring, Autumn or Winter be?

Finally I can't wait to see more of the Njght Court rebellion. After the whole Dusk reveal I'm excited to see their reactions and maybe backstory, and them with the Valkyries because Gwyn and Lunara would be such a cute friendship. Also Grim is best boy I love this man he's had one scene and now I need a prequel we stan himbo dad warrior in this house! He's what Cassian should've been!

Speaking of, Nesta needs to come back and read everyone for filth! Book 2 might be all about her but she so fun to read here too, especially as Tam's sister (they'd be cute as a ship too but platonic siblings Nestlin is life)

Anyway so sorry for the long message, I love your fic and I'm cheering you on! 💗

Aaaaaaaaa!!!! Anon c'mere and let me hug you! You're so sweet! Thank you so much!!! 🥰🥰🥰 it's been a joy to write this fic and while I already loved Tamlin and Lucien both as individuals and as a ship before, thanks to the fic they've gone up to otp status in my heart. I'm so excited to keep bringing you my boys and their adventures be it sweet and fluffy or high stakes.

Okay so to answer your questions, the reason I haven't named Rhysand's family (or the other bat boys family) is less interesting that twist a or story and has more to do with spite. I am spiteful AF when it comes to the page hogging bats and I refuse to give them any once of development or thought other than antagosnist. So I have zero intention of naming any of those characters because I know SJM would grant them names before the Acheron parents or the Vanserras or any other more important character. So no, I'm just a petty spiteful slug in that case. Sorry to disappoint.

Glad to hear you cought the Greece/Japan mix invented for Dusk. Given that Night seems to be based on Greece along with Middle East at least from what little world building we were shown I thought it would be cool to have them have Greek influence due to Night's colonization but also retain the Japanese inspired culture and aesthetic that was theirs before their fall. I have some ideas for the other courts but these are just headcanons.

Spring- Scottland, France

Summer- Kingdom of Hawaii, Polynesian, Caribbean

Autumn- Spain, Ireland

Winter- Russia, Norway, Korea

Day- Madagascar, Kenya, Roman Empire

Dawn- India, China, Vietnam

Dusk- Japan, Greece, England (Gothic period)

Night- Greece, Middle East

You shall get more Night Court rebellion content soon, I love this group and trust me you haven't met them all yet, lots of peeps want Rhys gone. Gwyn and Lunara will be good pals don't you worry, priestess stick together and I really want more Gwyn she is a delight. Seriously considering a prequel with them at some point.

Funny you mention Grim, he's the favorite so far out of the Rebellion oc's and while I love this precious edgy himbo he is not of my creation @maplesamurai made him as an NPC for one of our D&D campaigns and I've been obsessed with him since then (that version of him and of D&D Lunara are also a couple, mates in every universe baby!) So thank him for the best boy and best himbo. Cassian's got nothing on the best dilf!

Nesta too will get more page time, I'm just keeping from adding too much before her own book, while her healing is mostly happening offscreen and she will be stable by the time of book 2 girlie will have stuff to deal with later that I need to put off for now, but do expect her to get a good moment along with the rest of the squad. Also yes platonic Nestlin for life! They'd be an awesome ship, but as siblings they're a winning combo. Eris look out Nesta now has an older brother to keep an eye on ya once you're official!

Don't ever worry about long questions anon, I live for comments and asks and any attention so I'm absolutely delighted that you sent me this and so grateful you love my silly fix it fic! Thanks so much and I hope I've answered your question! 💙

[missgeniality]

tumblr 2021 year end review o(*￣︶￣*)o

tagged by: @taegularities, @amourtae and @agustdakasuga, thank you lovelies!

rules : post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released this year (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

lessgeddiiittt <3

1. top 5 works i'm most proud of that i released lastyear:

Keynote - I LOVE the way this fic turned out. It burned me out mid-last year and I'm so happy I pulled my pants up and finished it. It was a WIP that I wanted to finish for so long, I wanted it to be nasty extraordinaire, and I feel like I achieved that so yay!

Opaline Moon - I'm always in love with this. Because a. Jin. And b. it was my first try at a real story I think, and I was pushed out of my comfort zone with incorporating some angst. This is the only fic I love rereading from time to time.

A Date With Destiny - MY FIRST BABY!!! I go back to it sometimes and want to rewrite so many things, but I am always just so happy that I opened Docs and went with this wild dream.

Unicorn Ride - I probably wrote this in a horny daze, in two nights. It feels like a shitpost and I'm so proud of it T_T

“Kittens, They Love To Enslave Us” - It's a milestone drabble that I wrote and I found it to be very difficult, but it was just so fluffy and cute 😭I was veryyyy happy with the way it turned out.

2. top 4 WIPs that i'm excited to release this new year:

Ornaments Of Adour - Coming in a few days! I wanted to badly fill the Namjoon gap in my mlist, and I think I'm done with 60% of it! Very excited <3

Stigma - OH LAWD I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH THIS IN OCTOBER MAN I KNOW BOO ME OFF THIS PLATFORM T_T I swear I will be done in Feb/March, all the plotting is through I just need to seat my ass and WRITE.

Strip Lawyer - This is another horny dream with Lawyer!JK. I'm not gonna say much but 😩😤🤯

Dress Down - Just more installments of this series!

3. top 3 biggest improvements in my writing over the past year:

Descriptions have gotten better - I think my smut quality has improved in general.

Better stories? I thought I would write myself a whore nest but somehow, I add SOME SEMBLANCE of a story here and there. ANd HEY, big ups to all sexy writers who write filth pwp - immense respect for you. I just didn't think I would do it LOL

This is not a writing thing, but I think I've gotten better at betaing and understanding someone else's writing style and adjusting my comments accordingly <3

4. top 2 resolutions (wishes to improve writing/blog) for the new year:

Want to write more angst. More feelings. Just more tears. I don't like reading angst but I badly want to write it.

Want to try to not abandon my writing for days just because I wasn't happy with one paragraph. Learn to leave some of the work to editing Siya.

5. number 1 favourite line i've written this year:

Your brain rejects logic, chews and spits it out before any of the rationale seeps into you. You have wanted this for far too long. The need inside you for a meaningful relationship materializes in the form of recklessness, desperately looking for surface-level relief for the moment. A night of sewing sutures to your battle-worn heart, stitches that may come off at the slightest strain - but right now, that will do.

- Opaline Moon. (I'm sorry I know its not a line T_T)

No pressure tagging: @jimilter, @agustdealer, @voiceswithoutlips, @beckysworld7, @sugalaritae, @jeonjcngkook, @moccahobi, @ditttiii, @moonse0k, @kookthief, @sublimebangtan, @yutasthetic, @hobeemin and anyone else who wishes to do this! <3 And if you have done it already pls forgive a blind bich ily 🥰

[savage-rhi]

Ok so this one is pretty interesting, I would like to suggest :‘ no one in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with. ’ for Higgs, you know I'm a sucker for whump Higgsy :') Thank you so very much Rhi, even the idea of your prompt excites me ! :)))

@argetlam007

FUCK YEAH HERE COME DAT ANGST BOYYYYYYY :D!

Higgs was writhing on a floor in a pool of his own blood, coughing and gagging. Weak moans and whimpers left his chapped lips as he arched his back in a useless attempt to get up to confront his attacker. He was met with another kick to the stomach as he yelled and tumbled onto his side. 

Higgs’s body shuddered as his vision blurred. There was no doubt in his mind he had a black eye now, maybe two. He could taste blood on his tongue, the copper flavor running through the tiny gaps of his teeth as he tried to face his opponent only to get hit in the face. He spat bile out this time around before feeling his body levitate off the ground, his attacker grabbing him by the collar of his cape as he winced. 

“No one in the history of torture has been tortured with the torture like the torture you’ll be tortured with.” The man said, his deep voice trickling with laughter as he canted his head, staring at Higgs like he was a bug that needed to be squashed after clipping its wings off one by one. 

“Some Particle of God you are now hm? Do you think you decide everyone’s fate now that you’re powerless? I don’t think so. God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. To finally avenge my family and everyone you bombed up in Central Knot.”

“F-fuck you.” Higgs managed to croak out, pissing off his captor further on as he was given an onslaught of punches. Higgs lost track of how many hits he had taken, but the room was becoming darker by the second. He could feel his back slam into something metal before he was strapped down. Growling, Higgs tried to break free as his attacker removed a knife from his person and didn’t hesitate to jab the weapon into one of Higgs’s fingers. Higgs screamed so loud that his own voice drowned in his ears as he could feel his fingernail being slowly ripped off from the root of his skin. 

“You should have stayed in hiding, Higgs! Now you’re gonna suffer in silence like everyone you destroyed! No one’s coming to get you. No one’s gonna rescue a terrorist!” 

It didn’t matter how many times Higgs said he had changed, nor did it matter he saved his attacker's life before the man found out who Higgs truly was. For the first time in his life since living with his daddy, Higgs thought he wasn’t going to survive. He was going to die alone in filth, covered in his own sweat and blood, and all thanks to him letting his guard down for one second. The shame of his vulnerability in the situation outweighed the excruciating pain his body was undergoing. 

As he could feel the knife cutting into his palm, the pain suddenly came to a halt as Higgs’s attacker let out pained cries. There was a sound of something heavy meeting bone as squishy sounds could be heard followed by rough grunts and yells. Higgs at first thought his own limbs were being caved in, perhaps by someone else helping the attacker out, until it dawned on him, there was no way. He knew the attacker's voice so well that not even in this state Higgs would miss that distinctive yell. 

There was an echo of wheezes, like air trying to escape a balloon followed by a putrid sound that Higgs could only compare to slitting someone’s throat. A silence filled the room as Higgs blinked, desperate to try to make out what was going on. Was there another enemy? Was this person going to finish what his captor started? He had a million scenarios go through his head until he blinked and suddenly was met with a familiar face staring down at him. Blood covered most of her face and hair as she panted heavily and got to work freeing Higgs of his bindings. 

“Y-you--came for me?” Higgs couldn’t believe it. No, he couldn’t fucking believe it. After the huge fight Gene and he had, Higgs thought she’d be the last person who would be coming to the rescue. 

Gene didn’t say anything as she got Higgs onto his feet, having him lean on her for support as she led him out of the darkness of the warehouse and into the light of the outside world. Shortly after, Higgs blacked out. Not able to go on. 

When Higgs woke up hours later, he found himself wrapped in a blanket on top of a traveling mat. He felt filthy. His hair was matted in tangles, could feel grime and mud lodged into the crevices of his skin, his clothes torn and tattered, his skin blotched with bruises and other marks he didn’t want to acknowledge; Higgs was a mess. The weight of what happened fell upon his chest as he tried to rise, only to collapse back down from the pressure as he was once more met with Gene looking down at him.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty! How are you feeling?” Gene asked. Higgs was surprised her tone wasn’t condescending but concerned. He licked his lips and shut his eyes, letting out a tired groan. 

“Like I got hit by a car. Then a guy tried curb stompin’ me after.” Higgs said weakly as Gene let out a laugh. 

“You--mock my pain?” Higgs tried to counter with a weak chuckle as Gene shrugged, looking over his face.

“I laugh at everyone’s pain but my own. It keeps me sane.” Gene joked.

“Bad bitch. You’re fucked up, you know that?”

“So you’ve told me many times. I’m gonna lean you up just a bit.” 

It’s not like Higgs could protest, so he allowed Gene to prop him up. He winced, feeling his lower chest tighten as she apologized in hushed murmurs then lied him down on her lap. Higgs’s eyes fluttered open and closed from time to time, torn between wanting to be awake and wanting to sleep off how horrible he felt. 

“It’s gonna sting so brace yourself.” Gene forewarned, getting a cloth with medicine on it ready to dab over his busted face.

“What are you gonna--ow! Shit! Ow! Fuck--!” Higgs exclaimed, feeling a pulsating sting over his eye and nose as Gene wiped him down. He whimpered lowly against the material, his face tensing from the burning sensation as his skin went numb. 

Higgs pried one eye open, staring up at Gene while she cleaned and tended to the injuries on his face. It seemed she had already gotten the others throughout his body. He could feel bandages and stitches all throughout his form. He hadn’t realized how skilled she was until looking downward at his left arm, seeing she performed a figure-eight stitch where the flesh had been cut wide open from his captor earlier on. 

“What are you--” His voice hitched as Gene started feeling through his dirty hair and scalp, getting rid of debris and other specks of grime before running a comb through. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why she was going above and beyond, considering the shit he said to her. That weighed on his mind more so than his body crying out for something to make it better.

“You don’t have to do this,” Higgs said as Gene continued on, not saying a word to him. “Look--about what I said--about your folks--about you being a stupid cunt--”

“Higgs I don’t want to hear it.” 

“But I--”

“Higgs.” Gene said firmly, stopping and staring him straight in the eyes. He almost lost all his resolve then. 

“I don’t want to think about the fight or the shitty things we said to one another. I just want you to be okay.”

“What about--the cargo, the BT Plague?” 

“That can wait. My first priority is you.” Gene said, the honesty and rawness in her voice taking Higgs by surprise. He went silent as Gene continued her ministrations, fixing him up the best she could with what little she had supply wise. Eventually, Higgs found himself settling into her touches, how she patched him up, how her fingers carded through his hair and scalp after all was said and done, trying to soothe him however she could.

“Did you kill the bastard?” Higgs asked, his voice hoarse as Gene simply nodded, tucking away a strand of hair from Higgs’s face. 

“You okay--?” Higgs couldn’t help but wonder. Gene had killed people before on the job--being a porter it could happen, but he knew it was a rarity for her. 

“You’re alive. So I’m okay.” 

If Higgs weren’t a coward, if he wasn’t hurt, he would have leaned up right then and there to capture her mouth against his for everything she had put aside just to save his sorry ass, but being able to stare up at Gene while she tended to him was close enough to satisfy Higgs. 

“This--probably won’t be the last time--someone tries to kill me for what I’ve done in the past.” Higgs confessed as Gene furrowed her brows. 

“I’m aware of that.”

“You’re alright with this?” 

Gene shrugged. 

“If anyone’s gonna kill you, it's me. I have to travel with your sorry ass. Last I checked we’re friends and we're stuck together. We owe it to each other.” Gene joked, smirking as she laughed. Higgs’s laugh turned into a drawn-out cough as Gene rested her palm on his forehead while Higgs’s body eased itself.

“Easy. Shh. I got you.” Gene murmured. “Get better. I can’t make this journey on my own. Not without you.”

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[marcoacesabo]

Oh god I just read your Cinderella story and I'm so in love with it. I hope you will continue it to the happy end for Ace.

The kingdom is in an uproar.  People all over town are gossiping about the mysterious stranger that the princes are looking for.  Supposedly both wish to ask him for courtship and then later marriage should he choose it, trying to find the man before the other can.

It’s like a treasure hunt, a race to find the prize. Ace pities the poor sap, he truly does. Being thrust into a political war would be stressful for anyone. After all, both men would be kings and both had different countries they needed to rule which made it impossible to simple court someone with real repercussions. 

Say like an assassination of the one they wanted to possible war over who got him and anything in between. 

Prince Sabo had a home advantage, seeing as the young man that captivated him lived somewhere in his kingdom but Prince Marco was resourceful. 

Or so they say, personally, he hadn’t seen much of the manhunt too busy cleaning and being locked at away at home. In fact, the only reason he learns about it is due to his stepmother demanding he goes food shopping about a week after the ball.

As he walks through the village to the marketplace he learns that the kingdom has split into three groups. The first were the ones pretending to be this mysterious man, the second was the ones who believe the man would choose Prince Sabo and the last were the ones that believe he would choose Prince Marco.

Ace hears about it while he’s buying some bread. He doesn’t mean to, as he doesn’t care at all about the princes’ search but the ladies standing in front of the nut bread his stepmother adores speak loudly as they eagerly try to guess who the young man was.

“He danced with them all night. Oh, have you ever seen someone as graceful?” One asks, voice dreamy. Hands clasp around her basket, she swoons. 

“I haven’t ever seen someone dance that lovely. I can see why the princes are so head over heels. Did you see him smile at Prince Sabo?” her companion replies. She fans her face while crocking one of her hips- Ace starts to tap his foot impatiently.  He can’t waste too much time while shopping otherwise his step-brothers would be insufferable if his late to lay out their clothes. 

Though they don’t notice too caught up in their conversation “I’ve never seen a young man look at someone with so much passion”

“Then clearly you did not see Prince Marco’s face. Why the captivation in his expression was almost enough to make me blush!” 

“Clearly Prince Sabo had a far better chance then Prince Marco. He’s much younger-”

Ace clears his throat “I’m terribly sorry for interrupting ladies, but I need to get a loaf of breed”

The women turn to look at him, taking time to notice his rags,  before scoffing. They raise their chins, acting like birds with ruffled feathers. Ace fought to keep his polite smile at the superior sneers on their faces. For women of the middle class, they sure were acting rather mighty.

  “Why do they let you into the village?” One accuses, her mouth twisted down. Ace wants to scowl, wants to yell back, wants to punch her in her self-righteous face, but doing so will only give her more firepower so instead, he silently sidesteps her and gets his bread.  He doesn't make sure it’s the good bread, wanting to get away from the situation as fast as he can.

The other woman retreats from him like he is carrying a deadly contagious illness as he reaches for the loaf her face clouded over in hate. He doesn’t pay them attention keeping his stare straight as he places the bread in his basket. He walks away but not before hearing one complain.

“The prince should just get rid of all the street crawlers already.”

It makes Ace’s teeth clench as he tries to wrestle his rage into control. He’s not a street crawlers, he has a home, he has a roof over his head no matter how unpleasant it, but that doesn’t mean anything to people when they see him. His step-mother makes sure of that.

Still, even if he isn’t a street crawler it’s not right. It’s not right that the people who are homeless are being treated like this like they are sub-human and all beacuse of some people believed themselves better. 

Ace heard rumors that Prince Sabo plans of getting rid of them, and people rejoice over the fact of making their kingdom clean. It makes him sick to know people think other people as nothing more than trash. 

 Ace hates the prince for it. He hates that his comments can make others believe they have the right to treat people that look like him this way. Like they don’t matter. Like it’s okay to act as if though they are dirt underneath their feet. 

He pays his bread, the vendor making sure to bite all of his coins assuming Ace was using fakes- he hadn’t even checked anyone else's and Ace wants to punch him too- but he’s away from the stand and move on. 

It’s fine. He thinks Someday I’ll be far away from here. Someday. 

He wanders to the fruit stand, looking for some apples when a large carriage stops in the middle of the road. Its wood is white and the designs are a dazzling gold yellow, obviously from up class.  Ace like everyone wonders why it’s there, but he rolls his eyes goes back to his fruit even when people excited crowd around the carriage.

He is counting the coins he needs to pay for them when someone shouts  “You! The one with the freckles!” 

Confused Ace turns, seeing as he is the only one that spots freckles in the town and comes face to face with an eager man waving at him from the carriage. He is wearing a blue suit, with a purple stash across his shoulder the Whitebeard symbol stitched proudly on it.

This marks him as a royal family member. What on earth could he possibly want from Ace?

 “I saw you at the ball! I must speak with you!” 

Ace’s face pales. Oh no, someone recognizes him. Someone knew he was at the ball. He just shouted it for the whole town to hear. If his step-mother caught wind of this, what she would do-

He’s running before he can think of better of it. The royal man screams at him to wait but Ace can barely hear him over the sound of his blood roaring in his ears. He turns into a dirt street, dropping some of his food but not caring in the least. 

He hears rapid footsteps of people running after him and he knows it’s the knights the royal brought with him. The sound of their clacking armor makes Ace’s heart pound in fear. The world is a blur as he runs as fast as he can, his panicked mind not making sense of the familiar streets, everything just blending together. 

Why was this happening? How did that man remember his features? 

Luffy swore no one would know. He said the magic would morph peoples memories, made them not be able to remember his face even if they looked at him directly. That’s why he had not been worried about his face being exposed, why a simple change of the last name had been all he needed.

So why now?

“Stop in the name of Prince Thatch!”   A man yells at his back, closer than before and Ace nearly screams. 

Not good, not good not good. He thinks to turn a sharp corner, hoping to shed some seconds off of his pursuers. Maybe it’s due to this that he crashes into a warm body and they both go down. 

Ace hits the floor hard, while people start shouting.  There is a bit of dust, making him shut his eyes as his lungs burn from the full sprint he was doing.

 There is a soft clack, as his glass boat slips out of his apron pocket- he’s gone to carrying it around for the fear that his stepmother may discover it while he is away in his room. 

“Prince Sabo! Are you alright?”

“How dare you, you street crawler! Filth like you should not be anywhere near the Prince-”

“Someone has attacked the Prince! Men defend-”

“Kill the street crawler where he stands-!” 

“Silence!” Some shouts, his voice has so much command that even Ace straightens under it.  He opens his eyes to gasp at the sight of the man he danced with, the one with the wavy hair holding his boat. 

He is staring at Ace in wonder before he breathes “Is that really you, Sir Portgas?”

Just then the knights following him catch up and they start shouting  “Please do not attempt to run anymore! We mean you no harm! Prince Thatch only wishes to bring you back to meet his brother Prince Marco. You two danced at the ball he has been searching for you...Sir Portgas?”

The knight's voice dies in confusion as the squad comes to halt before the other royal guards.  Ace looks just as helpless as he does.  A few seconds of silence is broken by the panting form of Prince Thatch who finally caught up.  “Please..come with me..my borther..he wants to meet you..”

“I’m sorry,” Prince Sabo says loudly standing from his crouch to stand protectively in front of him  “But Sir Portgas is a little busy right now. Please send my regards to prince Marco. ” 

Oh, Ace thinks numbly I’m the poor sap stuck between the princes. 

Somehow he can hear a distant but satisfied shi shi shi.

[beowulfs-booty-call]

I like to share love, so I'm glad it helps. I believe everyone can find love, and generally what you're describing sounds like my beliefs, though I'm much more a hard polytheist than a soft one. As far as Freya? Lots of potential things, but that's most of the basics. I'm glad that you found confidence though. Self-confidence is one of those things I struggle with, but if it helps I also think you look good too. Was more the emotional/mental side I was complimenting earlier though. :)

Ah! Now I understand, I want to apologize then, on my behalf for not fully understanding what you’d meant at the time! (Unfortunately, I answered your ask at around... 2 AM or so in NY time, so, I really am sorry if you got a whole long answer on something completely else!)

That aside, I really agree with your ideas on that. Everyone can find love, and, they deserve it to, as well in the sense of both the word, and well, love.

The reason I steered more towards... Physical love, I’d say, was mainly because I’m still... opening up in the side of emotional / mental side (in terms of Incubus-focuses and their emphasis of course!). On one end of the spectrum, Incubi / Succubi can have emotional sides rather than an erotic focus, but that’s just their actual representation. They’re amalgamation of human desires put into form, one can say, so to speak. The other, is the more commonly known eroticism as to, in some cultures, “mate with a human and create a foul half breed” (which, if I’m correct was more of the older archetypes. Considering Merlin was prophesied as one of their half children, I think it’s supposed to mean that side of the coin, though... I could be wrong in the context of time here..!)

The emotional / mental side of them aren’t really... always seen to people. In some ways, it’s almost nonexistent, but you’re like... What’s the saying?

“Always the bridesmaid, never the bride?”

That’s the sort of life motto you’re “branded” with, to acknowledge, and to understand. It’s definitely something that is sort of a burden to carry, because there’s times I’d fantasize about just a random person I met in a cafe and think, “Boy... What’d I’d do to wake up to someone like them tomorrow morning...” And then... there’d be more perverse thoughts of course and such, but the emotional side, of commitment, of just hand holding, or cuddling on the couch while reading 3 AM fanfics of your favorite characters... It leads you to believe all you’re really good for, is the eroticism, you know?

Of course, that’s only just what most incubi / succubi struggle with for the time being, and, after a while, I shook it off once I got back into stuff like Sailor Moon and of course Amy Rose from Sonic the hedgehog, and really sort of got the understanding of what love really means. I could harp on, on what you already know, but, it was amazing, to say the least. Not just, saying it in a card, or, valentines chocolates (I will, of course, eat them, if offered) but just... Saying it. With meaning. 

Supporting the people you care about, and showing it in your daily life for them. Always being there to understand and help carry them to their potential. It’s magnificent, to say the least. 

And, I’d like to apologize again, if I misunderstood anything as well, but that’s just my opinion on the emotions of the night folk, besides myself. It’s liberating, yet... Chained. You’re led to believe it’s only the physical side of you that’s meant to be charming, that it must be an aesthetic, a pleasure, a masterpiece if you will, but you’re not happy with it. A lot of the sex demons struggle with that. They’ve gotten lust down, charm, wit, tenacity... But they don't have love. At least, they don’t really understand it.

I want to really thank you for the kind words, honestly. While I’m still working up the courage to wake up every morning, look in the mirror and say, “Hey, rise and shine, today’s going to be wonderful. Can you see it written on your face?” I’ve definitely gotten far enough to not look at things as black and white as before. Before... It was like, all eyes are on you, keep appearances sharp, sensual, and walk with a gait that saunters over with power and grace.

...Now, I’m just... Me! To say the least. I wear my favorite outfits here and there, I splurge on myself to treat myself better, and really, just take care of myself. Of course, the reason I work with Venus / love magic best, is because I’ve well, unrequited love in the sense. There’s someone out there I’m living for, and, while I know it’s not meant to be, they’ve taught me a lot about myself, and about the world. Of course, it doesn’t hinder me or anything, but since I met that person, I think I finally understood what I know now about love, not just in the familial sense Parvati taught me, or the Eroticism Lilith exudes. I’m still learning though, like everyone else.

Still, your beliefs sound so... Unique and inspiring! In all honesty? It’s like a breath of fresh air, hearing about that, especially your bond with Freyja! I’d love to hear about the potential things you have there, someday, if it’s alright, since it seems I got the basics down! But, in all seriousness, I suppose looking back on my own, I don’t really “know” what my beliefs could be classified as. I would definitely say a form of soft polytheism, since Hinduism is a huge on the topic, as well as Paganism (at times). But at best? I’ve dealt with many deities and demons, and while I know they’re different in both persona, and context, I’ve always felt, maybe, they’re who we believe to be, whether it is being comfortable seeing the god of the afterlife as the goddess Izanami in Yomi, or Hades in the Underworld, you know? But, at the same time, there’s also lots of questions I find myself asking, to my own beliefs too. For example, 

- Most Ars Goetian demons were at once, angels, the same for the fallen. Beelzebub was considered at one point, the god Baal, and the other, Bael. If that was the case... Does that mean, one can conjure either form and it would in fact, be Beelzebub / Baal / Bael in the context of nature? Would the separate entities acknowledge their other forms? In a sense, yes, when I summoned Baal for questions on politics and power, (What are the two, how can I use them effectively?) he spoke about his “other” form as being the king of flies and filth and that laying others down to build one’s self up is the nature of man. Things like that, besides his er... “advice”, tends to make me reevaluate what I already “understand”.

- Are the cultures we already know, not anglicized, but perhaps, evaluated in different ways for us to comprehend? It’s a more philosophical question, I admit, but it’s definitely one on my mind for some time. One could argue about the Roman and Greek mythos being near one and the same, but it’s not my place to do so (Considering it’s not my culture, nor... Well, my main interest. I’ve been more so pondering the question to some of my friends who do take up the mythos as their life and such, and we like to ask each other these sort of questions to ourselves. Not just to make fun or poke at each others beliefs, but more so to maybe grip some form of understanding of the things we have faith in.

- Who are we, as humans, and to what are the Gods and Goddesses? It sounds rather... rebellious in a sense, but there are times I question things and wonder, if Parvati is primordial and always in the background of things, yet, we can see her work or Vesta, or even Hera in the world, what are we really? Do we have a purpose that exists beyond their scope of things? And,  what are they, in terms of our human understanding? Mothers? Fearsome entities? Intangible concepts for us to acknowledge, respect, and see to answer that through our work as witches and devotees?

There’s so many questions I have for myself, that, while I don’t lay down myself as really anything but Hindu and Pagan, makes me so excited to see others who think differently. There's a lot to wonder and think about, not just about yourself and the subject matter of what your offerings do to please the deities or the demons we bond with in our every day lives.

So, really, thank you so much for taking the time out and having such a wonderful discussion with me here, like I always say, I’m always open to asks and anything you ever need! But also, thank you for letting me think about myself more, not just in how far I came along, but also how far I know I’m going to go, I can only say the same for you, for really getting your thoughts out to people! As silly as it may sound over .txt, but I offer my deepest gratitude and blessings for you to be as content as can be in your life, no matter where you go, anon. 

Go in peace, and may the (I would say Æsir or the Vanir, however, I’m not sure which pantheon Freyja and Freyr would fall under considering the Æsir had Odin’s side, and the Vanir had the twins born under them, until taken under the Æsir as either hostages or honorary members?) deities make life nothing but grand to you, your problems lifting into the air like feathers in the wind, your freedom bound to no one, and your future enshrined with wonder and joy.