#(i think it was r��t?? whatever one has the ‘i feel so used’ line)

[rubywithecat]

hey! you are not writing for aot boys anymore??? :(( i used to wait for your hc they were the best!! if you are still writing for them, can you make aot boys and when their s/o makes them laugh?? (specially the jaegers brother huhhuhu)

Hihi! Omg im so glad that u like my hcs and thanks a lottt for loving them. It means a lot to me <3 T-T

And yess I’ll still write about AoT and I was even rewatching it during these days coincidently Loll

~AoT boys when their s/o makes them laugh~

-Eren-

U were humming ur fav song when he came into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” He asked as he hugged u from behind and kissed u. “It’s ur fav ramen, Eren” U answered, kissing him back. “My brother Zeke is also joining dinner tonight is that ok?” He asked as he helped you. “It’s fine I made a lot” u answered.

“Here are the servings. Zeke, help urself any drink u like it’s in refrigerator” u said as u joined the dinner table and he nodded. “What’s for dessert, love?” Eren asked taking a bite of his food. U looked at him and then smirked. “Well the dessert ur getting is me” U teased and winked at him. Zeke almost threw up his food and Eren got so shy that his cheek became red but he couldn’t help himself smiling so hard about it, then he coughed in embarrassment.

He dragged u to the kitchen counter and passionately kissed u. “Right in front of my brother?” He said. “Yeah? I did make u laugh right?” U said innocently. “U r going to regret it, love” He smirked.

-Reiner-

It’s rainy season and at Marley camp, u and other warriors have to train despite the heavy rain. U put on the raincoat and walked to training session with ur friends. “The rain isn’t stopping since the morning” Annie complained. “But I like rain” Berthold replied. “But not the heavy rain, Berthold. It makes us harder for outdoor practice” U said.

Reiner was already there and he was waiting for you guys under roof, arm crossed and standing position. “How’s ur way of coming here?” He teased as u removed ur raincoat. U sided eyed him and sarcastically said “It’s so good that I’m so wet right now” u said without thinking other meaning and the realized it and quickly yelled. “No no that’s not what I meant!” U look so cute for him being all shy. Reiner busted out in laughter. “Hey Reiner u dirty mind!!” U yelled. “Uh? I’m not the one who said I’m wet” he teased again which makes u blush even more.

-Porco-

Everybody partying hard after tough mission and u are at 2 shots now. “Let’s play truth or dare” Reiner suggested and others cheered him up. “Whatever” Porco said, annoyed as he smoked his cigarette. “Come on Porco! It’s gonna be fun!” U persuaded him. “Please” U gave him cute eyes and he finally agreed.

“Truth or dare?” Pieck asked u. “I’m going with dare” u said confidently. “Well, I dare u to say a cheesy pickup line to Galliard” she said, setting u up. It would be so embarrassing normally but ur vodka shots make u over confident. U grabbed Porco shirt’s collar and whispered into his ears. “Hey Mr.Jaw titan, don’t look down on me cuz i would look so good underneath you”. He smiled and then laughed so hard. “What did she say?” Zeke asked loudly. “Shut the fck up I’m not telling u” Porco replied.

The next day, u couldn’t even look at Porco face cuz of embarrassment. He would laugh about it and find it cute. “Hey how did u sleep last night huh?” He asked. “Fine I guess” u said awkwardly. He suddenly pinned u to the wall and u thought he was gonna kiss u but he just looked at u closely and smirked. “Mr Jaw titan was a smooth line” he teased.

-Zeke-

He was having a hard day but still make time for the date. He agreed to go look sunset with u even tho he has stress about his work on unfinished project, he pretended like it’s nth and doesn’t wanna make u feel like a burden to him cuz ur not.

“Zeke look at there” u pointed to somewhere and when he tilted his head, u sneaked a kiss on cheek suddenly. He was surprised but he smiled at u and u can tell it makes his day a lot better. “U little sneak” he said as he grabbed ur neck and kissed passionately back. “U could have said so if u want it” he smirked and u giggled. “I can make ur stress is away, trust me?” U teased him, bitting ur lips.

-Levi-

U made a bet with Connie and Sasha that they owe u a drink if u could make ur captain laugh. At first, u tried with all the humors but he got all serious and as a result, u got punished by having to clean the window.

It’s nearly night time and u were still cleaning the windows. “I think he’s being so heartless” u told to Sasha as u wiped the window with anger. “Well, U shouldn’t have accepted the challenge” Sasha said, helping u. “Yeah I’m regretting that now Sasha” U sighed and suddenly yelled as u saw Levi behind u as u turned to get water. “Captain! Didn’t see u there hahaha” u said awkwardly. “Who were u telling that is heatless?” “We were talking about….umm… Jean” U looked at Sasha, asking for help. “Yeah yeah Jean was… acting so mean…” she played along. “R u sure? I thought that kid was talking about me” he asked her and looking suspiciously at u. U smiled confidently but dying inside. “Why would I say such thing to our handsome and hot captain?” U said dramatically, looking at him with puppy eyes. He looked at u back for a sec and he can’t help but let out a little laugh. “Stop messing with me kid” he replied. U can even see him blush.

-Erwin-

It was a formal meeting and u had to follow Erwin as his personal assistant. U had to wear heels and formal tight dress which is really uncomfortable for u.

After meeting, u thought everyone left so, u took off ur heels and swore. “Fck that hurts! How did those women stayed all fine with these fcking shoes!” U were talking to urself. Then u looked aside and saw Erwin was there. “Ah— im so sorry sir! Since when did u come back?” U apologized immediately. “Don’t wear it if it’s uncomfortable for u” He gave u a new pair of shoes. “I brought this for u” he said as he helped u wear the slippers. “Sir u don’t have to! Thank u so much!” U said as he finished. U stood up “Omg this is so amazing! Ur the best Captain!” U said and it made him laugh. “I’m glad u like that” he replied.

[gunnerfc]

Patri Guijarro NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)

A: Aftercare

Patri will always tell you how good you took her with a smug look on her face but she'll get you whatever you need

B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)

Patri's favorite body part is her arms, she’s always showing off in the gym because she knows you are watching her work out and are thinking about her fucking you

Her favorite body part of yours is your hands, Patri loves feeling them tangled in her hair or leaving scratches down her back

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves making out with you right after she’s gone down on you

D: Dirty Secret 

Patri loves hearing you beg and will edge multiple times before she lets you cum

E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?) 

She’s experienced and it shows

F: Favorite Position 

You on your back as she fucks you hard with her strap and you leave scratches up and down her back

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)

Patri is so serious during sex, she’s so focused on making you cum

I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)

Despite how rough sex can get with Patri, it’s still very intimate

J: Jack off (Masturbation HC) 

Patri likes watching you try to get yourself off and is super cocky when you beg her to help you because it just doesn’t feel the same

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

She loves marking, she’ll leave hickies all over your body and she loves having you leave scratches on her because it serves as a reminder she fucked really good

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

Patri loves having sex with you anywhere, but she does prefer your shared apartment just because she doesn’t have to hold back

M: Motivation (What turns them on?) 

Anytime you run your fingers along her body, they leave goosebumps in their wake and she can’t focus on anything else but your hands on her

N: No (Something they wouldn't do)

Patri isn’t sharing you with anyone, you’re hers and only she can see you in such intimate ways

O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)

Giving, she’ll keep your hips pinned to the bed as she eats you out, making you cum many times before pulling away from you

P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?) 

Sex with Patri is always fast and rough

Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies) 

They happen sometimes but they are too short for her liking

R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting) 

Sort of, she’s open to trying some new things if you bring them up but she’s pretty comfortable with what she likes and doesn’t like

S: Stamina (How many rounds) 

You two go for many rounds with multiple orgasms

T: Toys 

Patri has different straps she uses as well as a vibrator that she uses to edge you

U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)

She loves teasing you, hearing you whine and beg turns her on so much

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make) 

Patri isn’t super loud but she makes soft grunts as she fucks you

W: Wild Card (Random HC)

You left deep scratch marks on her back after a wild night and the next day at training, when the team was getting ready in the locker room everyone could see the lines you left and started teasing you relentlessly

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s on the higher side, you spend a lot of your free time in the bedroom

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She’s up for a bit after sex, not really tired unless you guys had a long day at training or there was a game

[svnoohe4rts]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE : WHAT THEY’RE INTO IN BED !

pairing : enhypen hyung line x fembodied!reader

warnings : SMUT ! MDNI .  

: ̗̀➛  l e e  h e e s e u n g 

oral, both giving and receving

heeseung is a big fan of receiving head, to the point where he practically lives for a good head. to him, there’s no better view than seeing you on your knees for him; your mouth stuffed with his cock and your eyes teary from him thrusting down your throat. but even though he loves receiving head, he also loves giving head - especially in the morning when you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and panties; making it easy for him to slip under the covers and press wet kisses along your inner thighs.

“you look so pretty on your knees like that, fuck,”

“how about i help you wake up, hm? please?”

clothed sex

he likes the thrill and the urgency behind clothed sex, he loves fucking you with his pants pulled down to his ankles and your skirt rolled up by your waist; purely because it displays how desperate you both are for each other. his favorite sex is always the one where you’re both clothed, because it shows how desperate you were to have each other to the point where you didn’t even bother to get undressed, like when he comes home after a long day at work consisting of picturing you in nothing but his t-shirt, for example. it also makes it easy for him to fuck you whenever, wherever - all he has to do is pull his pants down and he’s ready to go.

“so desperate for my cock that you didn’t even bother taking off your panties properly?”

“been thinking about fucking you in my t-shirt all day.”

marking

he’s big on marking, like he’s really, really into it. he loves leaving trails of hickeys on places where people can’t see them, like down your back while fucking you in doggy for example. he enjoys knowing that he’s the only one who gets to see them, but he’s also not afraid to leave them in places where other people can see them as well; like on your throat or collarbones for example. he’s also really into scratching and biting, but only if you’re the one doing it; the feeling of your nails digging into his skin as he rams into you or your teeth sinking into his shoulder whenever he fucks you a little too hard never fails to make the prettiest noises leave his lips.

“look so pretty marked up like that, letting everyone know you belong to me,”

“don’t be afraid baby, let others see how well i please you.”

read the rest under the cut !

: ̗̀➛  p a r k j o n g s e o n g 

jay would love to tie you up, whether it be the pair of fluffy handcuffs he got you that one birthday as a gift or tying you up to the bed using rope, it doesn’t matter; because it’s the whole idea of you being tied up that gets him going. for him, restraining you is his favorite way of asserting dominance and he swears that nothing gets him going like seeing you have no control over the situation - letting him do whatever he pleases.

jay would love to tie you up, whether it be the pair of fluffy handcuffs he got you that one birthday as a gift or tying you up to the bed using rope, it doesn’t matter; because it’s the whole idea of you being tied up that gets him going. for him, restraining you is his favorite way of asserting dominance and he swears that nothing gets him going like seeing you have no control over the situation - letting him do whatever he pleases.

jay would love to tie you up, whether it be the pair of fluffy handcuffs he got you that one birthday as a gift or tying you up to the bed using rope, it doesn’t matter; because it’s the whole idea of you being tied up that gets him going. for him, restraining you is his favorite way of asserting dominance and he swears that nothing gets him going like seeing you have no control over the situation - letting him do whatever he pleases.

jay would love to tie you up, whether it be the pair of fluffy handcuffs he got you that one birthday as a gift or tying you up to the bed using rope, it doesn’t matter; because it’s the whole idea of you being tied up that gets him going. for him, restraining you is his favorite way of asserting dominance and he swears that nothing gets him going like seeing you have no control over the situation - letting him do whatever he pleases.

”stop squirming around, it’s no use, is it?’‘

‘‘look at you, letting me touch you however i want without you being able to do anything about it, hm?’‘

blindfolding

this kind of goes hand in hand with the previous one, as he absolutely thrives off seeing you in such a vulnerable state where you have no control whatsoever. he loves hearing you gasp every time his tongue unexpectedly comes into contact with your skin or when tears start leaving your eyes from not being able to see, his unexpected touches getting too much. preferably, he’d both tie you up and blindfold you at the same time to top things off.

‘‘i wish you could see how pretty you look right now, what a shame you can’t.’‘

‘‘aw, is it too much? how are you supposed to handle my cock if you can’t handle being blindfolded?’‘

edging

he loves edging you. there’s nothing better than denying you your orgasm to the point where your begging for him to let you cum, preferably to the point where you’re willing to do anything for him to make you cum. he’ll finger you right up until your body starts shaking, before quickly retracting his fingers only to hear your pretty cries; only to softly kiss your clit as you beg him to keep going.

‘‘i’ll let you cum baby, don’t worry, just let me have some fun, okay?’’

‘‘if you don’t stop moving you won’t get to cum at all, understood?’‘

: ̗̀➛ s i m  j a e y u n  

recording

you giving him head, him fucking you from behind, you name it - he has recorded all of it. jake absolutely loves recording the two of you having sex, there’s something about it that makes him feel almost powerful. he loves recording you choking on his cock, making sure to film the spit trailing off your chin and the moans leaving your lips each time he thrusts into you - giving him something to look at whenever he’s not with you. he also likes knowing that he has multiple videos of him eating your pussy stored on his phone, without anyone ever knowing, just for him to see.

‘‘yeah, show the camera how good you’re sucking my cock.’‘

‘‘acting like such a slut, putting on a performance for the camera, huh?’‘

mutual masturbation

jake loves pleasuring you more than anything else, but watching you pleasure yourself? that has to be among one of his favorite things ever. he loves watching your own fingers slip into your hole while he slowly strokes his cock, giving you instructions on how to touch yourself and listening to the moans trailing off your lips. most of the time it just ends up with you two having sex as he can’t control himself, but he makes sure that you come undone on your own fingers at least once before he gives you his cock.

‘‘rubbing your clit for me like the good girl you are,’‘

‘‘that’s right, look at me while fucking yourself.’‘

public sex

pulling you into the toilet while being out shopping for a quickie, fingering you under the table while out for dinner; anything that’s remotely public turns jake on. he enjoys the thrill of having to be quiet and quick, the fact that he might get caught while being balls deep into you turns him on more than anything else. he also enjoys knowing that there are people around, completely clueless about what you’re doing; especially whenever you’re giving him head in one of the dressing rooms of his favorite shop and then continuing shopping like nothing ever happened.

‘‘you have to be quiet baby,’‘

‘‘imagine if anyone walked in, seeing you choke on my cock? you’d like that, wouldn’t you? fuck,’‘

: ̗̀➛ p a r k  s u n g h o o n  

spitting

if there’s nothing like grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open, just to spit in your mouth; at least according to sunghoon. he loves telling you to stick your tongue out while roughly fucking you and letting a glop of spit land on your tongue, grunts leaving his lips as he watches you happily swallow it. he also loves landing a glob of spit on your pussy whenever he’s eating you out, using his fingers to spread it around before giving your pussy a smack; your moans combined with the wet sound of his spit mixing with your arousal filling the room before he slams his cock into you with ease.

‘‘open your mouth, tongue out,’‘

‘‘now swallow like a good girl.’‘

choking

if sunghoon could choose, he’d have his hand wrapped around your throat each minute of every day. he loves wrapping his fingers around your throat whenever he’s given the chance, whether it be during a make out session or when he’s ramming into you. if he’s in a position where he can’t wrap is hand around your throat, like when’s he’s fucking you from behind for example, he just simply puts you in a chokehold, his arm wrapped around your throat while your back is pressed up against his stomach. he just loves the small whimpers that leaves your lips whenever he applies the tiniest bit of pressure, your whimpers going straight to his cock; loving the fact that he’s fully in control with nothing but his hand controlling your breathing.

‘‘you want me to choke you harder? well, you asked baby.’‘

‘‘look at you, all fucked out.’‘

using toys

ever since you first came up with the idea to try out some sex toys, he hasn’t stopped using at least one toy on you whenever the two of you have sex. he especially loves using a vibrator on you, letting him overstimulate you by using the highest setting all while fucking you and preferably choking you - all at the same time. he’d definitely be willing to try some toys on himself as well, like a cock ring for example; but nothing too crazy. he prefers to use the crazy stuff on you.

‘‘you’re crying, huh? it’s too much? aw, i don’t think so.’‘

‘‘you want more? my cock isn’t enough? such a greedy bitch, aren’t you?’‘

[skiller0dani]

Going Home | Eleven

M A S T E R L I S T Doctor Who Masterlist

smut requests info w.c | 7k summary | you go home for a quick visit, and The Doctor leaves when he promised he was going to stay.

Welcome to my secret archive! This is a personal favorite that I have written. I hope you enjoy, and just remember some of the details may not line up bc I really didn't think they would get posted, as I wrote them for myself mostly. I hope you enjoy it anyway, there are no Doctor Who fics here or on Archive it's a travesty! So I thought I'd share my little collection with you all, enjoy my loves!

BTW I listened to The Long Song by Murray Gold for this piece. Also BTW, Eleven is my favorite Doctor followed by Ten. Also (I know shut up and let them read, Danielle) I'm AMERICAN LOL and I tried my best to make this seem Authentic to England, but it still has American twists to it, I don't mean to lol my culture is all I know.

CREDIT: Found the amazing Dividers at Firefly Graphics, check them out.

“I’ll just be a minute, just want to pop in and say hi.” You smile, reaching for your handbag to sling over your shoulder. The Doctor smiles from the other side of the console, he’s used to this. Bringing Humans to live with him in the Tardis usually means occasional visits home. 

“Need me to tag along?” He asks, and you smile because you know he doesn’t really want to come. The Doctor has become hesitant in recent years to become over involved in his companions' families. You asked him why once, and he got this sad look on his face like he was remembering something. He didn’t tell you, but you knew whatever he was thinking of wasn’t good, so you didn’t ask. 

“No, that’s okay. My mum doesn’t really like you anyway,” you tease with a light smile on your face. The Doctor’s mouth drops open in offense as he makes his way around the console towards you. 

“What?! I haven’t done anything to that woman, she’s only met me one time!” The Doctor exclaims in disbelief. You chuckle as you look up at him, he’s stopped just barely a foot in front of you. You feel your heart begin to thrum unsteadily against your chest at the close proximity. You look up at him, your eyes meeting in a heated stare. 

“Oh you mean the time when you knocked on the door, promised her you’d keep me safe, and took me away with you? That time? Yeah I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t like you.” You joke, sarcasm in your voice. 

“You’re safe aren’t you? And I’m returning you, as promised.” He insists with a huff, leaning back against the console with his arms crossed. 

“Wait, you’re not leaving are you? I’m just visiting-” You begin, and the worry in your voice makes The Doctor smile. He reaches up to tenderly brush his palm against your cheek, his thumb stroking gently. 

“I’d never leave without you, promise.” His voice is soft, sincere and you believe him. 

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.” You smile, nervously leaning forward to press your lips against his cheek to give him a quick peck. Technically you and The Doctor aren’t together, and you clearly have feelings for him. You think he has feelings for you. You hope he does. Sometimes it's hard to tell with him. He has a small smile on his face as he watches you leave, flashing him another beautiful smile over your shoulder before you’re out the door. You see your parents' apartment building just ahead of you, and you’re already mentally preparing for the scolding you will receive in just a few minutes. 

You weren’t entirely fibbing when you told The Doctor your Mum doesn’t like him. She doesn’t. According to her, he’s the reason you quit your job and broke up with your fiance, who was a highly respected Attorney. In actuality you never loved Todd, he was so mind numbingly boring compared to The Doctor. You know meeting The Doctor has ruined any possibility of ever having a relationship on Earth because no man will ever have a chance of competing with The Doctor, he’s sort of it for you. Not like you’d tell him that though, or anybody for that matter. 

Nearly every star in the sky can be pinpointed back to him in some way, you wonder how dark and bleak the Universe would be if he didn’t exist. Everybody in this Universe owes their lives to him, and you’ll make sure he never forgets all the good he’s done. The Doctor tends to look at himself and see a monster, a selfish man who drags fragile Humans around with him to impress them, but you know that’s not true. Everybody needs a friend, even The Doctor...he just always seems to forget that. 

So how the hell could Todd from Barnaby and Scott Law Firm compete with someone like that? Has he ever even saved a cat from a tree? No, not worth his time, but he’d be there to represent the cat in court after the poor thing fell. You laugh softly to yourself as you trudge up the last flight of stairs before you finally reach your parents floor. You anxiously check out the window one more time, and you see the Tardis is still parked out on the lawn just where it was before. 

You’re not checking because you don’t trust him, or because you think he doesn’t want you to travel with him anymore but because The Doctor has a tendency to leave companions behind to keep them safe. He's already threatened to do it once when you wandered off and nearly got yourself killed. You don't think he actually would, he was just cross because you scared him. You approach your parents door, and hesitantly lift your hand to knock. You’re looking forward to seeing your Dad, your Mum not so much. You hear scrambling around and chairs scraping against the wood floors. The door flings open and you’re met with your 14 year old sister, Jeanie. 

“Jeans!” You exclaim joyfully, throwing your arms around your beaming sister. She hugs you back tightly, peering over your shoulder curiously. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” She mumbles against your shoulder and you feel your chest seize and your face flush. 

“Who- The Doctor?” You ask incredulously, and Jeanie simply nods. 

“He- he isn’t my boyfriend Jeans, and he’s busy.” You dismiss her question as casually as you can, hoping your voice doesn’t give anything away as you make your way into your parents' spacious apartment. Your Father, Richard Scott, is a co-owner of Barnaby and Scott Law Firm, so you lived a privileged life. It’s also why your Mum was so dead set on you marrying Todd Farlan, who was conveniently employed at Barnaby and Scott. 

“Busy! He’s always busy, he promised he’d bring me a Quadricycle!” Jeanie pouted, a look of disappointment on her face. 

“And if he isn’t your boyfriend, then he should be.” She insists. 

“Wait, what’s a Quadricycle?” You ask, disregarding her previous comment, which she doesn’t miss. 

“Don’t pretend you’re not in love with him.” Jeanie teases, a dangerous and playful glint in her eye. 

“Quit it Jeans, I am not. Oh, hi Dad.” You smile as you round the corner into the kitchen, to see your Dad sipping a cup of coffee in a pinstripe suit. 

“My Happy girl has finally come back home! How long are you planning on staying this time?” He asks, and you love the lack of contempt in his voice. 

“Not long I’m afraid, just a few hours for a visit. I missed you.” You admit, letting your Father crush you against his chest. 

“Is that fellow of yours coming? The Doctor?” He asked, his eyes glancing back at the door. You shook your head, allowing your eyes to close as Dad rubs his hand up and down your back. Being in life threatening danger on a daily basis really made you miss your family, well Jeanie and your Dad anyway. 

“No he’s…working. He says hi.” You’re only half-lying. The Doctor got a strange message on the psychic paper he’s checking the authenticity of, so he technically is working. Keys jingle in the door, and your heart instantly plummets into your stomach. It’s your Mum. 

“Now Happy, you know how your Mother is. Just ignore her and put on a brave face, yeah?” Your Dad says, placing a hand on your shoulder once he feels the tension coming from you. Jeanie gave you a smile, dashing off to her room and you almost wished you could do the same. But you didn’t, you started getting busy on the dishes. Doing something else made it easier to ignore her. You can hear the clicking of her heels as she comes down the hallway, your Mother was the Headmistress of a Secondary School, and she acted like one. 

“Oh so you decided to finally grace us with your presence, hm?” Your Mother says, her voice stern.

“Hello Mum.” Your voice is polite, fake polite. You turn to give her a smile, and you see her graying blonde hair pinned back and her glasses perched up on her beak shaped nose. Come to think of it, your Mother reminded you of a bird with a pinched up face. She scans you from head to toe, her eyes flickering over you from the tops of her narrow glasses. 

“I suppose you look thin enough, a bit worn out though. What is that Doctor doing to you anyway?” Her voice is judgemental, accusatory as she places her black handbag down. She’s wearing a suit, a pantsuit, your Mother never wore skirts. 

“Nothing Mum, he hasn’t done anything.” You say patiently, sighing a bit as you turn back to the dishes. He only saves my life practically everyday and still you say horrible things about him, you think bitterly to yourself.

“Give her a break Christine, she just got home.” Your Father says, and you could hug him all over again. Your Mother reaches into her bag, pulling out a stack of papers. 

“Yes Richard I can see that, it’s perfect timing actually.” Your Mother begins and your Father swears under his breath. 

“Christ Christine, not this shit again. I already told you those won't hold up in a court, it’s not the fucking 1800s!” Your Father snaps and you have to physically pick your jaw up, you hardly ever hear your Father swear.

“Dad, what're you talking about? What are those papers?” You ask, your anxiety spiking. 

“Your Mother here has decided to write up a contract betrothing you to Todd Farlan.” Your Father explains hotly, this is clearly something they’ve argued about before. You feel your heart seize, and cold dread washes over you. You need to go back to the Tardis now, you never should have come home. 

“What?” Your voice is small, you hate how afraid you sound. Your Father turns to face you, looking in your eyes. 

“Happy, don’t forget I’m a lawyer. I won’t let anybody do anything to you against your will.” Your Father promises and you nod, avoiding your Mothers eyes. 

“Richard let me talk to her. Alone.” Your Mother asks, tapping her heel impatiently against the kitchen tile. He doesn’t move. 

“Oh for God sakes, I just want to talk to her. She’s my daughter.” Your Mother huffs, and you want to sink into the floor. Could your Mother really marry you off to Todd without your permission? She seems to be sure it’s going to happen, was she going to do this behind your back while you were gone? You’d come back suddenly married to Todd? You feel sick when you think about all of this. You regret telling The Doctor not to come, you wish he was here. You wanted him to swoop in and rescue you like he always does. But he’s outside tinkering in the Tardis and you told him not to be worried unless night has fallen and you still haven’t come back. He needs to make you a ‘help me!’ button that you can press and alert him you need his help. Like a Doctor Life Alert. 

“It’s okay Dad. Just 5 minutes Mum.” You tell her, and you want your voice to sound stronger but it sounds so small and afraid. It’s hard for you to be brave when The Doctor isn’t around, he has this way of making you feel like you can do anything. He believes it too, even if you don’t. Your Dad leaves the kitchen, giving you an arm squeeze and a wink as he goes. You remain standing by the sink, a guarded look on your face as you cross your arms. Your Mother slides the stack of papers towards you. 

“Just read them, I think you’ll find the terms aren’t as bad as you think. You loved this man once, would marrying him really be so awful?” Your Mother is giving you this look, this I love you and only want the best for you look, but you don’t believe her. Not anymore. 

“I don’t love him anymore, and actually that sounds like a hell crafted specifically for me. I couldn’t imagine anything worse. The only thing I want in this world is to travel with The Doctor.” You say patiently, though you’re starting to losing your patience. 

“Ah, not that stupid man again! You’re traveling with someone you don’t even know Y/N! You don’t even know his name!” She exclaims, frustrated. 

“You wouldn’t understand.” You huff, you know the truth. You know that worlds would burn and the fabric of reality would split open if someone uttered The Doctor’s name at the wrong place, at the wrong time. His name is literally dangerous information, besides The Doctor suits him just fine. 

“No, and I don’t care to anymore. That’s besides the point. I have it written up in this contract that you will be allowed to continue traveling with whomever you choose at your discretion.” Your Mother explains, and all of this is raising red flags in your head. 

“That’s awfully kind, what’s the catch?” You ask, your voice flat and sarcastic. There’s a catch, there’s always a catch. 

“You have to return home to produce children, an heir so to speak for his family's prestigious name and fortune. Once you have given him a male heir, you are free to do whatever you like.” Your Mother explains, like this is all normal stuff. Like the two of you are discussing the shopping, debating wheat bread versus rye. 

“Oh my God. So if I sign this, I have to come home to have sex, squeeze out a baby and then I’m free to do what I’m already doing without all that nonsense? Sign me right up!” You snap, pushing past her to head towards the front door.

“You get security for life Y/N! Knowing you’ll be taken care of when this little phase of yours has passed. A life to come back to!” Your Mother insists as you quickly gather your things. Jeanie has slowly emerged from her room by now, watching you gather your things with sad eyes. 

“This isn't a phase! I have a life. A good life.” Is the last thing you say before you slam the door and barrel for the stairs. Tears blur your vision as you stumble down the stairs, you need to get out of here as soon as possible, you doubt you’ll ever come back. You’ll run away with The Doctor and stay gone. The Tardis is your home now anyway, you love her. You push through the doors of the complex building and look up to where the Tardis is parked only to see that she’s gone. 

“No, where did he go?” You cry, your tears coming out heavier. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes. 

“No, no Doctor, where are you? I need you, you idiot!” You cry softly, your chest tightening when you realize you’ll have to go back to your parents apartment to wait for him. You know he’s coming back, he is. He wouldn’t leave you here, you know he wouldn’t. He’s going to come back and get you. He promised. 

The Tardis lands in the lawn, just where it was before and The Doctor rushes for the doors. He hopes he timed it correctly because you’ll be cross with him if he’s late. He just had a quick errand to run, which was actually picking up your favorite and rare snacks from around the galaxy. He knows visits home are difficult for you because of your Mother so he made you a little care package for when you get back. It also has bath spa stuff, and some of your favorite movies.

The Doctor won’t admit his feelings for you to even himself, he’s literally never breathed the words aloud. The feelings he has for you are a lot like the Tardis, bigger on the inside. So big they fill every corner of his mind and consume his every thought with you. Where are you? Are you safe? What are you doing? Do you miss him? Do you think about going home? The list goes on, everything he does is for you. Every time he’s fighting to protect the Universe, he’s mostly fighting to protect you. Them too, but mostly you. 

He throws the doors open and instantly both hearts have dropped to his stomach. It’s evening, and not only that but according to the newspaper- it’s evening and 4 months from when he dropped you off. He left you here, with your Mother, for 4 months. The Doctor is immediately sprinting for the stairs, you’re never going to forgive him for this. He makes it up the stairs in record time, turning for your parents door and knocking frantically. Nobody answers, so he keeps on pounding and he doesn’t care if he wakes everybody up. He knows your Mother, remembers the horrible stories you’ve told him about her, he needs to get you out of here now. 

Eventually the door opens to reveal Jeanie standing in a tank top and fuzzy pajama pants. She smiles when she sees him, her face bright. 

“Doctor!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around him. She adores him even though she’s only met him a few times. 

“Thank goodness you’re here. Are you here to get Y/N?” She asks and The Doctor looks over the top of her head into your family's apartment. The lights are on, and it looks like Jeanie is the only one home. 

“Hello Jeanette! Yes, she in?” He asks, already making his way inside the apartment. Jeanie kicks the door shut with her foot, heading back into the living room where her movie was paused. The Doctor is the only one who calls Jeanie by her full name, 'Jeanette', and surprisingly he's the only one she lets call her that.

“Wait, why did you say that? 'Thank Goodness'?” He asks, turning and bending down to look right in Jeanie’s eyes. 

“Well it’s just that my Mum has been horrible to her, wrote up this contract to marry her off.” Jeanie explains and The Doctor feels dread ball up in the pit of his stomach. Marry? As in marriage? As in you’d be marrying another man? The Doctor doesn’t say anything as he races down the hallway to your bedroom door. 

You’re sitting at your desk, your chest aching. You know he’s coming back, that’s not even a question in your mind. He’s just…late sometimes. You really have no idea how long you’ll be waiting here for him, could be a few months, could be many years. You have been ignoring your Mother and the contract. It’s laying out on your desk, you admittedly read it. If you had 3 brain cells and the talents of a half-dead gnat you’d see your Mothers point. The terms could be worse, but your life after signing this contract would be a living hell. You’d have to have sex with Todd, and the thought of ever letting him touch you again was appalling. The thought of carrying and birthing his children was even more appalling. You just wanted The Doctor here so bad, you wanted him to sweep you away back into your little dream life you shared with him. Your chest ached as hot tears stung your eyes, where is he? 

Suddenly, at that exact moment, you hear rapid and harsh knocking on your door. 

“Y/N? Open the door, it’s me. I’m so sorry I’m late sweetheart.” It’s The Doctor, you can hear the panic in his voice through the wood of your door. Your bedroom door doesn’t have a lock, so he can enter if he wants to but The Doctor has this silly rule that he’ll never enter your space without your permission. You stand, the relief fading away to anger. He left you here, for 4 months! You cross your arms, you want him to grovel a little. 

“Please, darling open the door. Let me explain.” He begs softly, not hearing anything on the other side of your door. You creep closer to your door, you can hear him breathing heavily on the other side. Your chest warms, did he sprint all the way up here from the Tardis? 

“I didn’t mean to leave you here sweetheart, I promise I didn’t. You know the Tardis, she does what she wants! I didn’t leave you here on purpose, please talk to me.” The Doctor tries again, pressing his forehead against the door. Your fingers trail lightly over the handle, you’re not ready to open the door yet. Not ready to ease his panic, not after he left you for 4 months. Hearing the pet names is helping, though you won’t tell him that. 

“Y/N, is this because you want to marry that man your Mother is trying to ship you off to?” The Doctor asks hesitantly, afraid that you’ll answer the door with a diamond engagement ring on your finger. You open the door, and the first thing you do is slap him hard across the cheek. Tears are building in your eyes, and you want to stay strong. You want to stay mad at him for what he did, but the desperation in his eyes as he looks down at you breaks your heart. When the first tear falls, The Doctor is back in your space. His thumb brushes the tear away while his arms pull you against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tenderly, one hand cradling your head against his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, closing his eyes while muttering soft apologies against your hair. 

You pull back to look at him your voice thick with tears, “I don’t want to marry Todd. I’ve been waiting for you, you complete idiot.” 

The Doctor presses you firmly against him, guilt beginning to seep in. He hates that he hurt you, he hates that when you needed him he wasn’t here. He hates that he left you. You turn your head to look up at him again, The Doctor’s hand still cupping your cheek. His other hand reaches up to cup your other cheek, his eyes studying yours. You hold your breath, eyes glancing from his to his lips. Is he going to kiss you? You want him to kiss you, really bad. He pulls you closer to him, and then he does it. He can’t help it, the way your watery eyes are looking up at him tempt him to you. He presses his lips gently against yours for a soft kiss. He tries to pull back, but you curl your hands around his jacket and pull him back to you roughly. 

The Doctor’s body collides with yours, and his arms curl around your back as your lips move desperately against his. You can tell he intended for this to be a soft and sweet kiss, he’s old fashioned like that. But you’ve been waiting for this for so long, you can’t control your hands as they pull him closer to you, as close as he can get. You want to feel every inch of his body pressed against yours. But his hands press against your shoulders, pushing you back lightly. He doesn’t let you get too far though, he keeps his arms around you and your body pressed firmly against his. His eyes are wide, and there’s a cheeky grin pulling at his face. 

“Well hello.” The Doctor says softly, his forehead resting against yours. Your cheeks color, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. You hate that you’re so much shorter than him, he however revels in this fact. 

“Shall we go home?” He asks, stepping into your room to grab your handbag. He spots the contract sitting on your desk, flipped open to the 197th page, and a highlighter sitting on top. 

“Y/N, were you considering this?” He asks, both hearts nervously racing. In truth, you weren’t. You just had nothing better to do waiting for him then look over this stupid contract. However, you still wanted to make The Doctor squirm a little. 

“Maybe...how was I to know when you’d come back? You said you accidentally left Amy for 12 years. How was I supposed to know you would come back so soon!” You exclaim, loving the way he anxiously shifts from foot to foot. 

“So you were?” He asked, wounded sad eyes looking up at you. 

“He was good in bed.” You lie, he was terrible in bed and you only slept with him the one time. It was so awful you never did it again, he didn’t warm you up and finished in 30 seconds. The Doctor stiffens, a much different look in his eyes now. Something fierce and angry shines in them, and his hands begin to twitch. 

“Have you slept with him recently? Since you’ve been waiting for me?” The Doctor asked, and he knows he doesn’t really have a right to ask. He shouldn’t, it’s improper enough to make him blush, usually. Now however, he’s too angry to pay attention to how improper and forward it is. 

“What would you do if I said yes?” You asked softly, eyes peering up at him as he slowly approached you. The Doctor wrapped one arm around your body, yanking you against him. You were breathless as your hands landed on his chest, your lust blown eyes staring up at him almost dreamily. His lips were brushing against yours, you could feel his breath. 

“Has he seen you? Touched you? Recently?” The Doctor asks again, although this one sounded more like a demand than a question. He ghosts his lips over yours, and you so desperately want him to kiss you again. 

“No, no I was just trying to make you angry.” You admit wantonly, pressing yourself against him and trying to lean up on your tippy toes to connect your lips. The Doctor hums, allowing you a short but heated kiss before he pulls back again. 

“You did.” He confirms, kissing you once, twice, three times before the sound of the front door closing gets both your attention. You exit your room first, and the sight before you makes anger bubble in your chest. It’s your Mother, standing in the living room with Todd Farlan. The man you will not be marrying. He doesn't look like he wants to be here, your Mother likely made him.

“What the hell is this?” You snap, feeling a warm presence behind you. Your Mother narrows her eyes at The Doctor, especially at the close proximity between the two of you. 

“Is this why you’ve been so impertinent? Because you love this man?” Your Mother sneers, and Todd looks very uncomfortable. 

“Yes! I love The Doctor, and nothing you say or do will change that. I’m not going to marry Todd.” You snap, and you feel The Doctor gently take your hand in his. You pull him towards the door, sending your little sister a sad smile before exiting the apartment. The two of you walk back to the Tardis in silence, but your hand stays wrapped safely in his. You realize suddenly that you really do feel safe with The Doctor in all ways, you know your heart is safe with him too. He opens the door for you and your eyes water at the basket sitting on the console. It’s filled with all of your favorite things, things for a perfect relaxing day in. 

“Did you do that?” You ask, knowing there’s nobody else who could have done it. 

“It's why I was late.” He says sadly, eyes meeting yours when you move to stand right in front of him. You don’t say anything, you just wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him tenderly. Now that he’s kissed you, you don’t ever want to stop kissing him. His hands find your hips and he gives you a small smile. 

“It’s alright, I forgive you.” You say softly, and he presses his forehead against yours. 

“Doctor?” You breathe, you squirm as you feel a nervous wriggling in your belly. You can’t really believe you’re about to say this, but the aching from between your thighs is unbearable and only he can fix it. He hums, his attention on you, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. 

“I…I want-” You cut yourself off, you can’t say this. You can’t. The Doctor already knows what you want, can see it in the way your fingers play absentmindedly with the button of his trousers. He really wants to hear you say it though. 

“What do you want, my love? C’mon darling, use your words.” The Doctor prods gently, and you squirm under his knowing gaze. 

“More.” You reply, your voice small and quiet. The Doctor presses a loving kiss to your forehead. 

“More what?” He asks, and you give him a look that says, you’re really going to make me say it? 

“More kissing, more touching.” You explain shyly, and The Doctor’s smile only grows. The Doctor’s hands lift you up from under your thighs, you sequel in surprise as your legs wrap around his hips. You can feel him hardening in his trousers, and you moan softly when he presses against your aching center. His arms wind around your back, pressing you close to him as his lips press to your neck. The sound makes a shiver ripple down his spine, he wants to hear you make that sound again and again and again. The Doctor isn’t paying attention to where he’s going, being far too occupied with your quiet moaning to look so the Tardis helps and materializes your room right in front of him. 

He stumbles through the door and to your bed, placing you gently onto it. He leans back and looks down at you, the stunning view in front of him not one he wants to take his eyes off anytime soon. Your loose tank top you’d been wearing for bed has slipped down, your breasts practically spilling out of it. Your pajama shorts were hiking up, revealing more and more of your thighs. The Doctor feels nearly overwhelmed with lust, he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He doesn’t want to hurt you because he’s lost himself in a lust-filled frenzy. 

“Is this alright?” The Doctor asks softly, and you nod. You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. It warms him up from the inside out, and he leans down over you to kiss you again. He moves slowly, languidly, softly against your lips as he lays you more firmly against the mattress. He is old fashioned after all, and is it not the gentlemans job to take care of all his loves needs? The Doctor’s hands thumb the hem of your tank top, and you lean up to let him lift it off you. Your bare chest is instantly revealed to him, you were about to go to bed, you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Your cheeks color and warm. 

“Beautiful my love, absolutely beautiful.” The Doctor breathed in awe, leaning down to press his lips against your soft skin. His lips landed between your breasts and The Doctor closed his eyes, it’s been a very long time since he has even attempted to indulge this rather primal need. Not since he was with his wife on Gallifrey, and even she passed a few years before the Time War- point is: it’s been a really really long time and The Doctor is struggling to restrain himself. His lips travel across your breasts, stopping at your nipple to bite gently and pull a few soft, desperate moans from you. 

“Please don’t go anywhere.” You beg suddenly, and the desperation hiding in your tone makes The Doctor’s chest hurt. 

“I won’t my love, I’m here. I’ll take care of everything, just lay back alright?” The Doctor says lovingly, and you can only nod dumbly. He hooks his thumbs into your shorts and presses a kiss to your hip bone before pulling them down and off your feet, tossing them behind him. He feels a swell of heat rush through his entire body, and he is rock hard by now. You aren’t wearing any panties, and he can instantly see your wet cunt. He can smell your wet cunt, being a Time Lord has that effect. It’s intoxicating, and slowly driving him mad. He takes your ankles and roughly yanks you down the bed, his composure is slipping. 

“How long?” You ask, you can feel his palms shaking. Can see how lost and unfocused his eyes are. They are scanning your entire body, and he’s mouthing hotly at your neck and breasts. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, one hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, holding him firmly to you. 

“Too long.” Is what he mumbles against you, his fingers reaching up to unbutton his vest. His jacket has long since been thrown off, and his bowtie discarded in the pile somewhere as well. 

“You have so many layers.” You whine, and The Doctor smiles at the neediness in your tone. He presses your hips together then, momentarily holding onto your hips so he can grind himself against you. 

“Patience my love.” He smiles, finally shaking off his vest and shirt. Your hands are instantly exploring his smooth warm chest, touching all the skin that’s been revealed to you. He leans over you again, his lips pressing against yours. His lips move slowly against yours, and you moan softly against his mouth. The Doctor trails his hands down your stomach lightly, and along your inner thighs. You’ve parted your legs wider to make room for him, and the Doctor reaches down to release some pressure in his trousers. He unbuttons them and yanks the zipper down, releasing a sigh as some of the suffocating pressure is released. 

“More.” You beg against his lips softly, and how could The Doctor deny such a request from his love? He trails his hands up your inner thighs, and he finally parts your folds gently, feeling for your entrance. 

“Oh,” You gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The Doctor carefully slides 2 fingers inside you, and you moan at the sudden intrusion. 

“I’m sorry my love, was that too much?” The Doctor asks, panic seeping in that he’s done something wrong because he can’t control his impulses. But to his surprise, you shake your head quickly, your head tossed to the side and your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. 

“No, please keep going, my love.” You beg quickly, wriggling your hips so he starts moving. The Doctor smiles, pressing a kiss to your neck as he starts to thrust his fingers into you at a slow and steady pace, he wants to take you apart lovingly, carefully, not rough and hasty. That’s not what you deserve. You moan louder, more desperately as your back arches and you press your bare chest against his.

The Doctor is having a hard time believing this is really happening.

He keeps thrusting his fingers into you, and you can feel your orgasm slowly building. The Doctor pulls back to look at your face, and the look on your face takes his breath away. Your head is tossed back against the pillow, your eyes closed and your mouth parted as you moan and cry out in his ear. The Doctor thinks this right here might be heaven, and he doesn’t even believe in heaven. 

“I’m going to come, oh God Doctor please please-” You’re rambling, and The Doctor keeps moving his fingers. You squeeze around him suddenly, coming and gushing around him. The Doctor groans against your neck, his cock throbbing in his trousers at the sight of you soaked and twitching from oversensitivity. After a few minutes of The Doctor pressing gentle kisses to your neck, chest and collarbones while you recovered from your orgasm, you looked up at him again. 

“More.” You said again and The Doctor smiled fondly above you, and he swears if it were possible, there would be cartoon hearts circling above his head. 

“Are you sure you can handle more my love?” The Doctor asks softly and you nod quickly. 

“Yes please, I um… I want to feel you inside me. I want to be yours.” You admit, avoiding looking in his eyes by trailing your fingers across the moles and occasional freckles across his neck and shoulders. The Doctor’s mind goes completely blank at your words, the lust overpowering everything else. Your words go straight to his cock, and he presses his lips against yours quickly. 

“You’re already mine.” He promises between kisses and you believe him. You reach your hand down, pushing at his trousers and boxers beneath. The Doctor helps you finish undressing him, and he kicks his trousers off to the side before leaning over you again. 

“Y/N, my love, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” The Doctor asks, he needs to ask. Needs to know you want this, needs to know you won’t come to your senses later and realize you made a mistake. He wouldn’t be able to bear it. Sex was not something that was casual to The Doctor, he didn’t have sex ever. Unless it was with someone he really, truly loved. 

“Yes I’m sure, please I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel you.” You beg, eliminating any fear from The Doctor’s mind of you changing your mind. The Doctor leaned back then, grasping the base of his cock with one hand while he braced himself over you with the other. He lined himself up with your entrance, dragging his tip from your entrance to your clit to warm you up. The Doctor pressed his lips against yours, he was a romantic at heart. He wanted, needed, to be close to you. He eased himself into you as soon as your lips touched, and your back rose, pressing your chest against him as you cried out sharply. 

“You’re so big oh my God-” You gasp, and The Doctor cradles you lovingly against him and he slowly works himself inside you. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, Time Lords weren’t designed to breed with Humans. There’s a bit of a size difference.” He explains, his voice strained. You’re so tight, so wet and warm, and you’re squeezing him so so tightly. Once The Doctor has his pelvis pressed flush against yours he stays still, to calm the racing of his hearts. You’re squirming against him, gasping and moaning as slick gushes out of you. The intrusion is intense, and the stretch it takes to accommodate him burns. 

“Darling, is it too much? Do you need me to stop?” The Doctor asks when he notices the pain on your face, even though the thought of stopping now seems impossible. 

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, eyes watery as you look up at him. The Doctor holds your body against his, propping himself on his forearms above you. Your legs wind around his waist, and your arms grasp at his shoulders. The Doctor kisses your forehead as he pulls his hips back, all the way back until just the tip is inside you. Then he swiftly slides back into you at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. You cry out desperately as he steadily thrusts into you, panting against your shoulder. The Doctor pulls his head back to watch where you two connect, the place where both of you become one. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you again and again makes The Doctor feel tingly and warm all over. 

The Doctor leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, and you moan against him as your legs begin to tremble. 

“Going to come-” You whine desperately, and The Doctor changes the angle of his hips just enough to make your toes curl and tears to slip from the corners of your eyes. The Doctor reaches one hand up to swirl at your clit, rubbing it in soft, gentle circles. The other hand cups your cheek, wiping gently at your tears.

“Come for me my love, I want to feel you.” The Doctor breathes and that’s all you need to tumble over the edge. You squeeze around him, and your nails bite into his shoulders, dragging upwards as you cry out and writhe against him. The Doctor curls his arms around your body to try and hold you still, and your eyes meet his and it’s simply erotic. 

“Keep looking at me.” The Doctor instructs and you force your eyes open so you can keep looking at him. The pleasure is overwhelming, he keeps thrusting and it keeps going, the hot pleasure washing over you. 

“Where do you want me to- God- to come my love?” The Doctor asks and you know where instantly. 

“Inside me, please please come inside me.” You beg, and The Doctor groans against you as he buries his face in your neck. The Doctor keeps pushing into you, until he presses himself as deep as he can go and you feel him coming inside you in hot spurts. The Doctor presses his forehead against yours, and you feel him softening inside you. 

“Are you alright, my love?” He asks, but you don’t respond. The Doctor pulls back instantly, his hands cradling your face. Your eyes are closed. Panic spikes hot in his chest, did he hurt you? Time Lords and Humans don’t normally have sex, was it too much for you? 

“Y/N, my love, open your eyes.” The Doctor pleads, and you slowly peek one eye open. A smile tugs at your lips when you see the worry in his eyes. 

“I’m just relaxing, you worry too much.” You tease, and The Doctor releases a shaky breath. 

“You scared me.” He says, carefully pulling himself out of your warm heat. You whine, lazily grabbing at his hips as he withdraws himself from you. 

“I have to clean you up my love.” The Doctor whispers softly, pressing kisses to your hairline as he scoops you up in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom and places you gently on the counter. The counter is cold beneath your heated skin and you jump when he puts you down. The Doctor kisses your temple before leaning down to draw your bath. After the water has started to fill the tub, he turns for the door. 

“Wait, where are you going?” You ask nervously, you don’t want him to go. The Doctor smiles fondly at you, kissing your head. 

“I’ll be right back my love, I’m going to get all that fancy bath stuff I got you.” The Doctor kisses you and then retreats from the bathroom. You smile to yourself, feeling happiness overwhelming you before you slide into the warm bath water. 

[anodetoswag]

Pelagic

Act I Summary: Two wrongs do not make a right. But if it's what you must do to earn Monoma's forgiveness, you're willing.

Monoma squints at your hunched form as if it would lead to some higher power descending in the mortal realm and bestow him with the powers of telepathy. Not that he needs when he acts like he's all knowing. "Where have you been all afternoon?" His tone is accusatory, straying too far from him, specially without prior notice is not something he takes lightly. You think he's just being a buzzkill. What's it to him what you do in your spare time anyway? "Went around town," you reply vaguely. Something he's come to expect of you, even if it was a source of constant frustration.

Crossing his arms, Monoma peers over your shoulder to see what has you so fascinated. Following your line of sight, he's met with the fishermen returning with boat full of catch. Fishes thrashing around pathetically with a dead look in their eyes that Monoma finds not to different from yours when you're in one of your moods. "Whatever," he grumbles under his breath. For all of his bravado, he thrives on attention. Rather ironic if one thinks about it; a pickpocket with a flair for theatrics when his one job is to be discreet. "I haven't had any luck today."

It's much easier when you're both on the job. A symbiotic relationship of sorts, if you will. Monoma can't remember a time in his life you weren't around. To him, you're just as permanent as the presence of hawkers at the market, fishermen at the harbor and the seagulls that seemed to exist with the very intention of troubling said fishermen along with every other being that has the misfortune of coming across them. "It's fine," you finally break your stare. "I'm not that hungry today." "Well, I am," he scowls. "I want to do something big. Something that will keep the food coming for a bit."

"Why?" the question receives a look from him that let's you know he thinks you just got ten times stupider. "Because I want a holiday," the word feels strange from his lips, like it doesn't belong there. The idea itself is laughable at best.

"To do what?" "Hah! So you want to know now?"

"Never mind," you deadpan. God he's so insufferable. The fact that you might be stuck with him for the rest of your life makes you want to throw yourself in the sea out of sheer despair. A tragedy you can swim. "Not like I was gonna tell you anyway."

That seemed to irritate you enough to warrant something mildly spiteful. "You want to sneak into the theatre." You shouldn't judge him for his choice of preferred pastime . It's not like yours are much better. But you take pride in being a hypocrite. "You're such a madcap, all these rich people hobbies."

"Did you just use the 'R' slur on me?!" "So it is the theatre. You're so predictable." Monoma bristles and you feel some amount of joy only he can evoke in some depraved sort of manner. "You know what, I don't need you!" That a bold faced lie, something he knows just as well as you do. But Monoma is set in his ways, he holds pride above it all. At least you'll know where to find him when you both reach hell.

He turns on his heel and storms off. You'll give it an hour at most before he's back and begins sulking before you. You'll make a grand display of falling at his feet like a Victorian damsel and Monoma will be smug and self assured again. But this time, you can't help but feel you are being unfair to him. Your excursions have become more frequent, longer. Monoma won't like it if you tell him where you've been going. It would be in your better interest to come clean. He'll forgive you, if not today then tomorrow. There isn't much of a choice, you've only got each other; for better or worse. The other children around the streets have their own groups and he's picky so you doubt he'll let anyone tag along. Beggars can't be choosers but Monoma isn't one to let something like common sense get the way of his life choices.

The only problem is that your cowardice overpowers rationality. Maybe tomorrow, you'll confess though deep down you know you won't. You're not one to let something as trivial as consequences hold you down. You decide it's best to do something about it at the very least.

All roads lead to Rome but you only know the one through the *Chor Bazaar*. So naturally, you decide to go the way of a respectable swindler and hope you acquire enough for a good meal for the both of you by evening.

Note: *Chor Bazaar*- A market that sells illegal or stolen items.

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[psalmsofpsychosis]

"#Batman resists his own insanity so it spreads to e v e r y t h i n g around him"

You can't just say this and not elaborate in great detail. PLEASE elaborate oh my God. I do agree but I want to hear every single thought you have about this topic.

Btw, I'm the same Anon who asked -- or not really asked but more so talked -- about Batman and Joker's soulmate sort of bond.

AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH "COMBINING JOKER'S HEAD WITH BATMAN'S BODY"???????

I was thinking along the lines of the concept version and how they could never be satisfied like this, united in one body. What is the result of mixing chaos and order? What is the result of mixing the act of forgetting the past and fixating on it? What do you get through combining the ideology of making everything matter and taking all meaning away?

The result is that the pure concepts become stained and dull, pushed away from their original function, losing their purpose to oppose each other.

Becoming one entity is the act of becoming complete (concepts being stained) and losing the thing that made them them. Batman and Joker were never meant to unite in this way with overlapping voices, finishing each others thoughts and sentences and it SHOWS. I'm in love with their grotesque obsession with each other that borders on love and punishment. Their desire to win and conquer the other for good but never being able to because losing one side takes away the purpose of the other.

That's why I'm so, so, SO disappointed with how the Batman Who Laughs turned out. Where are my identity crises? Plural, because this could never be an one-and-done kind of deal. They became OneTM, inentionally or not, but BeforeTM, they were always wondering what it would be like. Batman could try to get closer to Joker's mental state but never fully experience it, same with Joker. But now they are OneTM and then what? Batman is just the Joker with Bruce's memories and face. I can't begin to describe how boring that is. That's like if DC made a "Deadpool kills the Marvel Universe" story only they used Joker instead of Deadpool.

Do you see my vision? Can you feel my pain? I wanted to psychoanalyse that asshole with my amateurish psychology knowledge but they only gave us a watered down Joker who makes other Batmen less interesting upon contact. WHERE ARE THE IDENTITY CRISES?? WHERE IS THE DIFFICULTY IN MAKING A DECISION?? WHERE ARE THE LENGTHY MONOLOGUES ARGUING BACK AND FORTH OR CONTRADICTING EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME??? The Batman Who Laughs is basically Two Face but without the wall seperating Harvey and Two Face. Joker!Batman should be unable to do anything or constantly switch between Bruce and Joker or save one life and then turn around and kill it. Like, where is the complexity? Why the hell is that guy only a murder machine?? That was neither Joker nor Batman's whole purpose??

Tell me all your thoughts, my friend, while I'm here spinning in circles and going insane. I'll never get out of this alive, you'll still find me ruminating on this on my deathbed.

I swear, if you give an absolute banger of an answer again, I'll come and start living in your walls.

Have a nice day!! :)

ANON LOVE OF MY LIFE, i'm shoveling all the insides of my walls out as we speak, you can move in by Wednesday morning—

Like, the way i felt every single word you said in my bones. You are so right, and there are a couple different points here and it's gonna get longer than usual so i'll separate each thought thread to avoid drowning in lé brain soup.

• Re: batman resisting his own insanity, i feel like i have simultaneously talked about this in 7986 different ways and haven't said anything about it at all 😂 possibly most of it has been discord ramblings. Long story short, the spine of his narrative to me is that he actively resists his own humanity and in extension of it, his evil. He wants to be good. But there's also immense psychological/emotional/physical price we pay whenever we make these kind of choices; whatever we disown and banish to our subconscious, we project out into the world and unto the people around us. The load you refuse to carry will be carried by the people around you, because at the end of the day /someone/ has to carry it, it doesn't just disappear into ether. So, in a way, for Batman to remain good, to remain a hero, someone else has to be bad. The extent in which Batman keeps his goodness "pure and untainted" dictates the horrors created around him— and particularly the creation of Joker. I say creation because the existence of Batman as a concept absolutely necessitates the existence of Joker. In a way Batman does create him, and it's true that with Batman gone Joker and half the evil in Gotham would be gone too, not because Batman is an evil presence— but precisely because he disowns his own evil.

And the thing is, in the specific context of Joker, it has become this almost loving, adoring symbiotic relationship; Joker has willingly shaped himself to fit the outline of an evil that Batman needs to defeat, he has become the sin that Batman can overcome so he can stay a saint. I actually have a draft on this that i never finished, a meta about how all the coloring choices in Joker's design eerily resemble the different color stages of a wound and the bruising after, how Batman almost feels like Jesus with Joker as his side wound, Joker being the price he pays and the pain he goes through for his martyrdom in order to stay pure, for his idealogy to have any form of meaning and significance, Joker being his very own holy suffering.

We fundamentally understand reality in form of contrasts, internal ones, external ones. As you very well pointed out, without an innate sense of contrast, we cease to have any form of coherent grasp on different concepts, and they start to sort of become noise, they become nothing. Would you truly understand what a day was and grasp it as a concept if it wasn't followed by a night? So like, what i'm saying is, people around Bruce/Batman become what he needs because they love him and they want to help him keep his narrative, the structure of his psyche intact. They help him stay 'him' by taking on the burden of what he doesn't want to be, he subconsciously shapes them in the image of what he needs to uphold his identity as a good person. This is why Alfred becomes Joker to save him, this is why Selina is the more socially acceptable pretty Joker that Bruce can actually marry and bring to his family, this is why Joker and Batman feel like they can never escape their narrative, their roles and their performance. It's the reason the moment Batman lurches to kill The Riddler in "the war of jokes and riddles", Joker stops his knife with his hand. It's their defined roles, and the greatest act of love that noone except Joker would show him. Joker says "I'm the sacrifice. I'm the evil, i'm the one who kills, i have made this choice so you can make yours. You're the good one. If you become evil, it renders both your efforts and my sacrifice meaningless, and i can not allow that to happen." And it's a truly fascinating dynamic really, for all that Joker has and hasn't done throughout the Batmanverse history, when it comes to Batman he's irredeemably selfless. Everything he does regarding Batman is to keep Batman's sense of goodness and heroism intact, and in this context he's more pure than him. Everyone around Batman wants him to kill, perhaps rightfully so, they mean well. But Joker says "i'll bear all the unbearable evil so you dont have to, and we both acutely understand that without my existence you mean nothing. I will be the monster so you dont have to." And honest to god there's a heartbreaking affection to this, something noone else will ever be willing or want to offer to Bruce, not to this extent.

in 'the war of jokes and riddles' Bruce tells Selina that "what separates him from utter evil is a hand on his knife. Joker's hand." like bro, he knows. In a deeply twisted and gutwrenching way Bruce knows that noone loves him the way Joker does.

• Re: combining Joker and Batman's heads and bodies, i was thinking.... two concepts maybe?? 👀 one is more like the Dullahan myth, in which Batman loses his head but he isn't carrying it, Joker steals it. And then Joker loses his head and Batman has to keep it and he's forced to use it. It'd be an insanely fun concept; the Dullahan myth can be interpreted as the idea of death of self by supposedly losing all that would make you human; your thoughts and memories and logic, etc. Except that you still have a heart, and a body, and they're not exactly cooperative. It'd be fun to have Joker's mind trying to tame Batman's heart and body, each fighting and singing their own song, same for Batman. A version of the myth has Dullahan carrying a human spine in one hand, and i mean, the possibilities are endless!

But also another concept would be: two frankenstein monsters lmaooo, same sense of discordent internal landscape, same sense of ideological tension and conflict, but also someone's gotta [tw mentions of gore] chop chop them and sew their body parts together, and that can be another interesting element added to their fucked up dynamic ✨️ it can also be Joker as Dr Frankensten and he sews parts of himself to Batman in order to save him!

• Re: Batman Who Laughs, oh girl (gn), i have nothing to add that you haven't already said more beautifully than me. There's so much emotional nuance and complex philosophy that could've gone into that concept, it's certainly one of the hardest Batman story variations to pull off, and weirdly enough, the people who dont directly aim for "Batman becomes Joker/Joker becomes Batman" stories often tell a better more intricate tale about that transformation than the people who straight up shoot for the concept. One of the things that always sends a chill down my spine is the ending of Batman: Europa, in which Joker is terrified and screaming as Batman laughs and lurches for him; that's the dynamic, that's the Batman who laughs, and the most unsettling part of it is that, Batman doesn't change. He doesn't have to. On a core level he is quite frankly a bit fucked up, it's not a stretch for Batman to be evil, and that's why his goodness is meaningful. Cue Nietsche's quote, "Of all evil I deem you capable: Therefore I want good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws." Batman is not a good guy entirely, and that makes his goodness a conscious choice with so much weight and worth and significance. I dont think a lot of DC people understand this.

With Batman Who Laughs, the name kinda sums up the take unfortunately; it's a superficial interpretation that falls flat on its own face because the writers couldn't be assed to explore how a chemical combination of Batman and Joker's narrative would unfold. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as with any potent chemical reaction, the mixture is highly unstable and unpredictable, and that's the fucking fun of it. There's gotta be tension. I do think Batman and Joker can very well mix, i do think they can make a seamless fusion, but i dont trust any canon DC writers to handle the characterization well in a way that doesn't bore you out of your fucking mind. You gotta make a new person and you gotta capitalise on the core components both Batman and Joker share; their incessant sense of idealism, their need for purity, their volatile emotions and their aggression, their need to individuate from their context and deviate from the norm, take the third way out narrative wise, their philosophical and intellectual bend, their immense grief, their need to be oh so special and different 😂 they actually have a whole lot in common, this is why they're perfect enemies!

But yeah, writing that personality fusion is very hard because it's such an emotionally complex context and most DC writers have not felt a single emotion in the past 35 years aflhdtdhlf

Anyway yep i love your brain so SO much Anon, hope you have a wonderful day ❤️💕 and dont forget to tell me what ya think!!

[system-architect]

no one tagged me in it but i rlly wanted to do a character tag meme like ive seen ppl on my dash doing so,,, :"") here's the one that's been going around, for plex!

personally obsessed with the fact that his ingame visage is extremely babied boy and then when i draw him it reveals the fact like oh this is a very tired, awkwardly built, angular guy who's nearing 30. ok anyways, stuff below the cut!

-- B A S I C S

Name: Plex (fully titled: Infotechnist Plex)

Nicknames: (none. his handle on various console software is pl3x tho)

Age: 28

Birthday: 63 Scion 1308

Race: Asura

Gender: trans dude of some kind, he/him

Orientation: gay

Profession: he is an Inquest Technician very literally! minus the wiki bit mentioning magic since the stock npc is an ele lmao. ingame he's an engi, but as a character he has no combat skills whatsoever other than basic required training on how to use a firearm (which he hopes to never have to use)

-- P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: white (technically very very platinum blonde, natural)

Eyes: they're technically black with permanent yellow nightshine going on in his pupils. or irises. whatever the yellow dots are. don't worry about it.

Skin: albino (w/ light cream-tan stripe markings)

Tattoos/Scars: he's got a Y-shaped scar across his chest, and a couple of metal ports embedded on the right (viewer's left) side of his chest near his sternum, which have scarring around them

-- F A M I L Y

This section of the report has been obscured from view by the Inquest Legal Bureau at the behest of Redactor Trejj. Please contact your krewe's Overseer to initiate the proper clearance check measures if you believe this was in error. If you do not believe that it was in error, and instead that your ability to access this report whatsoever was unintended, please close the report at your earliest convenience and report to your facility's Inquisitor to be disciplined for reading this far.

-- S K I L L S

Abilities: Adept programmer with an eye for detail, and a photographic memory for numbers/strings of code specifically. Excels at combining complex pieces of information.

Hobbies: Gaming, movies/animations/shows, putting together model kits. Gets in a lot of arguments on programming and golemancy forums.

-- T R A I T S

Most positive generally helpful traits: Hard working (....usually), fast + thorough at things he puts his mind to, prefers to stay out of other people's business, good at keeping secrets, relatively open minded, has a pretty big capacity for empathy (even if he doesn't always show/use it)

Most negative generally unhelpful traits: Has a big mouth/isn't able to suppress his opinions about certain things, picky/fussy/whiny, socially awkward, tends to make interactions tense quickly, deep insecurity that bleeds over into how he acts around others, wants to 'win' things constantly, easily gets an inflated ego from said 'wins' that leads him to bite off more than he can chew after that

-- L I K E S

Colors: black LOL. also yellow (matches him!)

Smells: fresh coffee, cool rain on concrete, lemon, pine, canned air

Textures: leather and suede, soft fabrics (but not 'plush')

Drinks: coffee of course... also novelty flavor energy drinks even though they make his stomach feel like it's caving in on itself every time

-- O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: lord no he'd start coughing on it

Drinks: his alcohol tolerance is about -2 so this is also a no. the man's veins and stomach lining are made of like.. tissue paper

Drugs: what do u think

Been arrested: no.. aside from being in the inquest (Which Is In Itself Literally Not A Crime) he's a fairly law abiding mild-mannered citizen lmfao. i mean he probably torrents things under a vpn but that's very low on the list of concerns for the peacemakers,

[longeyelashedtragedy]

For the send a character ask: Granit Xhaka XD

@perfectpiety here you go!!!

favorite thing about them: HOW to even answer this??? i think granit might be as close to "perfect" as a human can get. first of all let's get out of the way how stupid gorgeous he is and has been for basically his entire adult life--my personal favorite granit aesthetic era is his early bratty twink time at arsenal (if he's wearing 29, you know he's extra fine) but he's stunning in any era. his cheekbones should probably be arrested. the side dish to this is how fucking awful he looks in his selfies 😂 he's way too young to take such bad photos of himself. there's some legend that quilters would purposely make a mistake in their quilt to show humility--that only god can be perfect--while i don't know if this is a true story, maybe granit's selfies are the contemporary version of this 😂

as for the REST of it...

who the fuck is this man? he's so strong and solid while not being an asshole, toxic man with no emotions. he operates on a value system that feels almost archaic sometimes, but in a good way, like he'd probably lie his nice coat over a puddle for mikel to step on in the rain. he truly seems to have the most golden heart. But he has a heart of molten gold—more lethal than the hard form.  More alive.  Overtaking everything it touches. His natural leadership and charisma are truly insane. My sister is a little like him in this way, and it's always truly fascinating to watch--someone who just naturally commands the attention, leads a conversation, even the most experienced and hardened team captain seems to defer to granit for the team talks. while "taking over everything and commanding the attention" is often a really annoying and unlikeable quality, for people for whom it comes that naturally you can't even hate them for it because they're not trying to be pushy or an asshole. they're just a born leader.

i also used to think he was kind of a himbo, but i feel like i owe him an apology because he actually seems quite intelligent and serious. he's one of those footballers who can give an actual academic subject answer for "what was your favorite subject in school" (math lol)

least favorite thing about them: that he DOESN'T PLAY FOR ARSENAL ANYMORE

favorite line: anytime he calls mikel a "freak, in a positive way"? in his open mic video during covid season, where someone scores and he goes "FUCK ME! THAT'S FOOTBALL GUYS!" uhhh...his entire "if you don't have the balls to play, stay home" speech in 2022? when he told alex iwobi "i only listen albanian music" in his #29 days cause that was such a lie lmao. in terms of international duty: when he was hyping up the team before the penalties vs france in euro 2020 and yelled "WE ARE CLEARLY THE BETTER TEAM HERE". or...most iconically...looking at the serbian bench and mouthing "Ta qifsha nonen ne pidh"...thanks to my scholarly pursuits of albanian i did not need a translator for that ;). or wait...in colney carpool...whatever the fuck that weird thing he said about giraffes was 😂

brotp: well...granit and his actual brother taulant? hahaha. i love him with anyone he was friends with at arsenal (gabby j modelling his clothing line, anyone?) with carlos cuesta, with ricci rodriguez, xherdan shaqiri, and breel embolo (always ready to throw down with vs the serbian nt). his history with yann sommer...i love granit's Friendships

notp: ok...please don't hate me. i don't mean "notp" as in like, eww, i hate this, i'd never read about it, i'd block the tags, etc. i just don't personally ship granit and martin. i think they were a great influence on each other as like...captain and vice-captain, and i loved seeing their interactions there. i just didn't really see sexual chemistry between them, if that makes sense. i certainly have read some granit and martin fics and enjoyed them! i just don't ship it really.

otp: i mean...

X H A K A R T E T A

do i need to stay more? two hearts that beat as one. one's heart is the other's home. mikel saving granit, shaping and transforming him, understanding him...sometimes it makes me think of the story in plato's symposium (don't worry everyone--i got a C+ in classical philosophy this is the only thing i remember or understood) from aristophanes where he talks about how zeus cut ppl in two and they have to roam around looking to find their "other half" so they could be complete...Xhakarteta be like that.

and also. how they both own each other, dominate each other, submit to the other. granit in charge in bed yet all in service of mikel. granit's utter, wide-eyed devotion to mikel in interviews. the way mikel saw the beast and the angel within, and loved the beast and showed the world the angel. UGHGHGGHGGHGGHG

random headcanon: i don't think granit would like, label his sexuality as anything? i think he just does what feels right.

unpopular opinion: i've definitely expressed this before but i do not--sincerely do not--agree with the popular view that granit would "lose control" when he got physical. for example (sorry veronika hahaha) when he chokes ashley westwood. if you look at his body language there--or even in like november 2022 vs chelsea where he kind of flung chalobah around--it's honestly a body that is very IN control of itself. he just came at these games from a very different mindset. he's naturally aggressive, goal-oriented, here to both win but also defend the honor of both himself and the team, so-- confident in his value system, he didn't care what he had to do to make it happen.

i've genuinely never seen granit appear "out of control," and i've watched a lot of aggressive granit compilations hahaha. i think mikel did help him find maturity about this, and i think putting him in a less defensive role really helped. granit defending = license to Murder

(frivolous bonus: i think he looked hot with the bleached hair! like he looked kind of deranged and so it grew on me...it definitely doesn't suit him hahaha)

song i associate with them: i don't really have one...maybe kangë e shahirav by mc kresha/lyrical son, and/or future lovers by madonna, but only bc i've listened to these songs a lot when writing fics about him lol

favorite picture of them: hOW do u expect me to do the impossible!!!!! how about these 2, the first with granit in my two favorite colors of course (and i love the 2nd one because he looks like he just woke up lol)

[beetlebug-bii]

can you maybe also do Mammon with nightmares Bug?

Authors Note: absolutely starling! I hope you're ready for more silly writing!

Content Warnings: Cussing, Mammon Mammoning

Requests Open!

Mammon's Nightmares

TLDR: Mammon has trauma and needs a hug my friends but also he is the most crackhead brother and I love him

Mammon's nightmares are...

Honestly probably some of the sadder ones

While Lucifer dreams of dozens of different terrible things, Mammon's nightmares all concentrate in one place

And that's you and his brothers

Yeah he feels guilty about Lilith, he misses the little shit every day

And yeah, he also is scared of Michael and father but...

The thing that really digs at him is the idea of his brothers and you actually just...hating him

Like yeah they all say it

But only half of him believes it's true!

He and his brothers used to be so close...

He and Lucifer were practically inseparable, he and Levi were best gaming buds, he was always there to help Asmo, he practically helped raise Satan and the triplets...

And then there's you and oh my stars does he just adore you

From your personality to your looks to that starry gaze you hold just for him he just cannot get enough

Usually, he sleeps fine, you are always there to reassure him and he typically dreams of his marriage with you, Goldie, and his baby coins with little faces which by technicality could totally be nightmares

(note, mammon needs to stop thinking of money as people in his dreams, it's really starting to freak him out-)

But on the nights you aren't there well...

The two of you sleeping in the same bed happened long before you two were actually together

You were awoken on countless nights by the creek of the door and nervous footsteps before he found his way under the covers

You would ask him what was wrong and he would remain silent, tracing the lines of your hands with his fingers

After a while, he would ask if you thought he was stupid, worthless, or any number of other absolutely heartbreaking things that clearly came from a bad dream...

Eventually, he just couldn't seem to get a wink of sleep without you. Like he would be absolutely vibing with his hot girl racecar bed (its secret, its in his closet, shhh don't tell anyone)

And then he would fall asleep and have the most mind shattering nightmare

Like bro get ur ass in his racecar bed okay?

Like you're his emotional support human what are you doing slacking off

"oh I'm sleeping in my own bed"

Uh, no, he doesn't want to hear it.

If you're in your bed, so is he

Watch yourself

He's YOUR parasite

Smh

Still though nowadays in your relationship when he has a nightmare he is honestly a mix between heartbroken and absolutely OFFENDED

LIKE HOE

WHEN HE SAID

"I cant get a good nights sleep without ya, you're like...my home and you make me feel safe...or whatever..."

HE MEANT THAT SHIT

MOVE YOUR ASS HE IS GETTING IN BED

YOU TWO ARE CUDDLING NOW IT IS

M A N D A T O R Y

ARE YOU COMFY

wait no seriously are you comfy he has to know

Do you need a snack or some water-

Yeah he may have been the one with the nightmare, but you are his precious human and he needs to make sure you're okay

So the two of you cuddle and chat, cracking jokes, every so often you mention things like wanting to marry him just to watch him stutter and fumble

Both of you are so cozy too

you might be in your bed, you might be in the racecar pretending to run from the cops

you might be in the racecar actually running from the cops MAMMON WHY CAN YOU DRIVE YOUR BED

Regardless Mammon feels safe with you and you never manage to fail at making him feel better

Like its gotta be a skill at this point

"I love ya Mc" he would tiredly yawn in your ear, part of him wanting to just put his tongue in there out of spite

he doesn't though

You're having a moment

You whisper it back

You shove your tongue in his ear

he screams.

Fucker.

Romance💕

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, August 14th

ANDREW: Ooh. This one has oxygen tanks. ANYA: They'd only be useful if something big was attacking, and then we could shove one down their throat and blow 'em up like Roy Scheider did with that shark in Jaws. (Andrew stares at her) What? ANDREW: You are the perfect woman. ANYA: I've often thought so. Wanna rob?

~~End of Days~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Whatever It Takes by badly_knitted (Buffy, Angel, PG)

Succeeding by apachefirecat (Faith, Buffy(+/Spike) with cameos from Angel and Dawn, rated G/K)

Always Prepared by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

This One's On Me by Anonymous (Cordelia/Gunn/Spike/Wesley, Explicit)

Возвращение из страны Оз by B_E_S (Buffy/Angel, T)

In The Spotlight by bunniesitmustbebunnies (Angel/Cordelia, T)

Permission by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, NSFW gif in post, content warning: Smut. A lot of smutty smut.)

Always Prepared by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, anthology rated PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Strange Estrangement - Chapter 1-13 (COMPLETE!) by purple_mechanicalpencils (Andrew/Xander, Andrew & Anya, Andrew & Spike, T)

Choosing Peace, Pt. 11 by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, not rated, content warnings: None)

Bound, Ch. 63 by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Reclaimed, Ch. 10 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

East of Nevada, Ch. 15 by Blissymbolics (Buffy/Spike, R)

A Tumble in Time, Ch. 1 by thedoppleganger (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Regency Slayer, Ch. 1-5 by vampirische liebe (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Can't Fix Us, Ch. 3 by calikocat (crossover with Herbie/The Love Bug and Teen Wolf, Xander, FR15)

Stiff Pole, Ch. 1 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Comic: I'm not calling you "good girl" Faith by aa-arttss (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

if i were a weapon, you said i'd be a gun. by snakeliciousbaby (Oz, Xander, worksafe)

Vid: BtVS season 4 tribute by Faith Victoria (ensemble)

Digital drawing: Willow vs. Salem from RWBY by Blueflymagic (worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

The Pack Fashion Part Two by theoverlookedoneedits1997

Angel [the episode] Fashion Part One by theoverlookedoneedits1997

Stake fodder's rewatch: S2.9 & 10 What's My Line?

Buffy S7E7: Conversations With Dead People (feat. Ben Gierhart) | Booze & Buffy

Episode 69: Something Blue (w/ Dean Jurhs) by Gym Was Cancelled: A Buffy Podcast

[Recs & In Search Of]

Please recommend me some time travel fanfics... by sunnydaleslayer

[Fandom Discussions]

In my dream version of season seven... [Faith, the jacket from Him] by 5bi5

Re: s7 hot janitor!Faith by explosionshark

call willow's s6 relationship with tara what it is. + willow has one thousand fatal flaws by greensaplinggrace

how losercringe (affectionate) (but also a little derogatory) it is that angel named himself angel by imunbreakabledude

One of the bits I’m really enjoying with In the Company of Witches and Slayers by lightdancer1

nonsensical to try to apply labels like ‘abuse’ to angel & darla’s relationship by moistvonlipwig

xander is a character i have many complicated feelings about by moistvonlipwig, zorilleerrant

They could give some other reason for Giles to leave. by redhatmeg

I also think a lot of people misinterpret what the monks did with Dawn. by theredpharaoah

Just to clarify, I do not call Faith Buffy’s boyfriend because... by fictiongods

Reasons why I ship Buffy/Spike by deird

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R-T headcanons! (Plus one 8-Bit headcanon)

These are in no particular order. Its just me rambling and putting my random thoughts on here hee hoo.

I uh-

Made more than I thought so I’m gonna hide it because it’s a lot 😅

R-T has that it/he agender swag going for it. I like to think that R-T mostly prefers it/its but doesn’t mind being call he/him on occasion.

R-T is an introvert. Very much enjoys his alone time and doesn't really like to talk to anyone (especially guest). That's why I think his voice lines are a little awkward. He's just not used to talking to people. Makes his job easier though because he's all the way up in his watchtower with all the alone time he wants.

Speaking of voice lines, one of the one that I thought was interesting was "Accessing anger management module". I made a joke that that line was for Ash but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure it's actually for R-T. I'm pretty sure this implies that R-T has a temper, but unlike Ash I like to think that it has better control over it. Plus some of it's voice lines kind of sound like R-T is holding back on blowing up on someone. (Guess dealing with stupid guest getting lost at the park really does a toll on ya huh? Lol)

*Pats the top of R-T's head* this robot can fit so much autism in it. Specifically the type that make you not understand social cues and makes you BRUTALLY honest. Of course its (mostly) unintentional and he's been getting better at not blurting out whatever comes to his mind.

I feel... like R-T isn't really liked amongst the brawlers...

Mainly because well... its knows EVERYBODY'S dirty little secrets though I wouldn't think it would used those secrets against them??? Who knows maybe it does, but I like to think not. That and well the whole wkbrl connection... I can see why some brawlers wouldn't like or at least not trust R-T entirely.

But speaking of secrets, R-T definitely knows how to keep them (obviously it's his job lmao). When somebody tries to make him spill the tea he doesn't because

a) that's a shitty thing to do (ESPECIALLY if they're trying to get a embarrassing secret out of him)

b) despite how some brawlers see him he respects all of them enough to not just spill all their secrets out in the open. (Plus that would put a huge target on his back)

His "lips" are sealed tight when he finds out or someone tells him a secret. Really its more of a curse than anything because of all the weird shit he learns about certain brawlers *looks at Ash*.

Colette and R-T would be good friends. They both like to watch people.

8-Bit would also be friends with R-T. They both give off that big bro/little sibling vibes.

My reasoning as to why they would hang out with R-T is because Colette already does what R-T does but on a more personal level and they would bond over that. For 8-bit well... tbh how I see him, he wouldn't really give a shit as long as R-T doesn't go telling everybody everyone's secrets.

Actually I can see all of them hanging out. 8-Bit playing his video games while R-T and Colette talk about what they saw that day and occasionally watched or even join 8-Bit. A weird little trio they are.

Ok so this is more of a 8-Bit headcanon but... I like to think that 8-Bit has a very neutral opinion of R-T and Colette's hobby. Mainly because he feels like it doesn't affect him as much as other brawlers. 8-Bit wouldn't say he was boring, but not as interesting enough to be watched. Plus its not like he has anything to hide from them (or anyone really). He just wants to chill and vibe that's all.

Edit: Ok so for some reason some of the headcanons weren't showing up??? So I just added them back in.

Anyways that's all for now :]

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!!The hackers(minus Tobari since you already did her) for the ask game

Nomiya

My favorite thing is definitely the design. I know I've been saying that alot w other characters but like can you blame me?? My least favorite thing (I dont't rlly have anything but if I had to say) but his personality kinda just being generally loud it kinda scares me /lh Favorite Line: "Giga-dull, man." brOTP - Hiyu; I think they get along pretty well they just put up w alot of banter kinda bashing each other affectionetly OTP - N/A nOTP - N/A I don't rlly ship Nomiya w anyone nor see anything but I don't have issues w anything as long as its healthy and legal. A random HC is Jin, Hiyu, Nomiya and Azusa hang out w/ each other. An unpopular opinion; I think he could use a little more fleshing out but its forgivable. A song I associate w him is We appreciate Power by Grimes (I just think of all of the hackers w this song so expect this to be copied and pasted!)

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Kirai

My favorite thing is the fact he's a little shit. I love him for that; Hes my favorite 1bh kid (I cannot deal w the others /source /lh) My least favorite thing probably how he treats Kotora but it's comical but like poor Kotora /lh Favorite Line: "I'm the amaaazing Kirai Nasuga." brOTP - Sagara bc I feel like Sagara would take a liking to Kirai and get info abt Izuchi bc she thinks Kirai's willing to betray the organization /LH OTP - N/A nOTP - N/A A random HC I have is that Kirai has a habit of subconsiously mimicking his brother and everyone finds it endearing but him Unpopular Opinion: I think he's a sweet kid just too much influence from Izuchi And for song? We appreciate power by Grimes! (my hc theme for hackers fr)

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Kotora

My favorite thing about him is his personality; Same reason for Toukai; Just a tired guy trying to get by. I don't really have a least favorite thing about him tbh Favorite Line(s): "Umm… She's a little scary, perhaps." "Wha?! She's with the police?" "T-That's still plenty qualified…" (IM SORRY I FIND IT FUNNY THAT KOTORA IS LIKE INTIMDATED BY LIKE BASICALLY MIKADO'S KID / SIBLING (Dude its okay I like you dw) ) brOTP - Chino and Haruya + The Nasuga brothers - I feel like he's a family friend of them and thats why they go to him to basically babysit since he's known the families for a good while and helped them out in the past. OTP - Kotora x Mikado I think they are a silly couple /source /pos nOTP - N/A (Dont rlly have a strong opinion on this considering he doesnt rlly have any to be against) My unpopular opinion; Why the fuck is Kotora so underrated like dude hes the fucking realest in the game?? He needs justice bro </3 And the song? We appreciate power by Grimes! (we all that coming at this point) Favorite Image:

Mikado

My favorite thing about him is he committed foreshadowing crimes throughout the whole game its so funny to replay bc of it /lh My least favorite thing (this is /lh and /t) The fact he fucking put a fucking temp tattoo on his pants; I am not letting him live that down Favorite Line: "Hm. We may not be direct siblings, but maybe we do have a connection." brOTP - Nanashi and Misane Aira + the Potetes; He pretty much willingly let them stay in the apartment so they are the roomates ever (I have a hc that aira and the potetes stay in bc mikado let them in due to being homeless and get along well w Misane and Nanashi) OTP - Mikado x Kotora (alr explained previously!) nOTP - ...Whatever the fuck was going on on ao3 (vaguing the same person from the last post). Iykyk and its just what the fuck. My unpopular opinion is why did the fandom pick him to be like the one everyone's down bad for bc like imo the girls r prettier (The fandom is fucking sleeping on Kirara, Tobari and Future Izuchi etc) - Sincerely a raging bisexual For song choice We appreciate power by Grimes and Kingslayer by Bring me The Horizion ft Babymetal (this mainly for Babymetal's part when translated which is why I linked the lyric video there)

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nsfw a-z + Aelyn!

cut for length and tmi galore

A = Aftercare Isn't used to much of anything and is fine just parting ways. but in an ideal situation: sleepy, wants to cuddle and have pillowtalk. cleans up but wants to slide right back into bed

B = Body part (their favorite) You know, her tits are great, there's a reason most of her clothes are low cut and she enjoys when her partner pays attention to them. For some reason I think she would like her own hands as well. In terms of others: shoulders/back, mouth.

C = Cum Ambivalent- you wanna cum in her? on her? that's fine. (if she doesn't get to cum she's... frosty)

D = Dirty Secret hmm idk if it counts but has been payed by a noblewoman to seduce her husband as a way of 'properly' invalidating their marriage by proving he had been cheating on her (i.e. getting caught in the act). He had been, she just couldn't prove it. (she was paid very well but can never go back to that town)

E = Experience I'm not going to say she's mindblowing in the sack (feels really cocky for me to say so) but she does have a lot of experience and knows what she's doing

F = Favorite position whatever has her pinned down and getting her back blown out tbh. She also really enjoys skin contact

G = Goofy Likes to smile and laugh during sex. not, like, constantly or anything but sometimes stuff gets knocked over or your bodies make noises- she prefers someone who will take that in stride and won't get upset if she starts giggling

H = Hair Doesn't shave but keeps it trimmed as part of her grooming routine

I = Intimacy 100% depends on who she's with and the situation at hand. If the person she's with expects it, she'll be affectionate and intimate to get what she needs. In a relationship/FWB arrangement ala tallys/chase tends to be more intimate and wants the same from her partner

J = Jack off (or masturbation) Does it more often then she'd like, just b/c it can be difficult to get her off and many of her hook ups just... didn't. prefers to have someone help her out

K = Kinks i haven't quite hammered this out yet but probably getting tied up and being overstimulated 

L = Location She is not picky. Enjoys being somewhere familiar and soft where they can just lay there for awhile after, outdoors somewhere secluded is nice too

M = Motivation (What gets them going) another thing im not totally sure on uhh shit like Briony choking someone out with her thighs (hot) or Chase blowing a hole in Thurl's head out of nowhere (hot) or soft touches to her face, esp lips

N = NOs (Things they won't do) non-con/rape roleplay, making her bleed on purpose, a lot of pain/sadism- hit her too hard and it's over, chains/shackles

O = Oral is real good at giving but thoroughly enjoys receiving. Biggest downside is that skin contact/pressure is missing from her torso

P = Pacing Prefers longer, drawn out sessions but can do shorter ones

Q = Quickies Sure! However, as stated above, can have a hard time getting off so it needs to be made up to her later OR just learn to make her cum quickly 

R = Risk Is willing to try most things as long as they don't cross her hard lines. Is okay with sex in semi-public places, i.e. risk of getting caught/somewhere they're not supposed to be

S = Stamina Pretty good, tbh, but i dont have anything exact like # of rounds.

T = Toys Doesn't have any but definitely isn't opposed to using them 

U = Unfair She thoroughly enjoys teasing as a means of foreplay before even getting to the bedroom, mainly to rile up her partner so they take the reins in the bedroom

V = Vocal Very good at keeping quiet. Ranges from embarrassed to pleasantly surprised if her partner can make her lose control and be vocal

W = Wild Card Picks up on sexual intentions right away but is pretty dense when it comes to 'i wanna date you'/'i'm in love with you' unless directly stated.

For instance: when red invites you to go on a picnic on one his days off she just thinks 'that sounds like fun :D i like spending time with Red' even though it could 100% be interpreted as a date and would be seen that way by many parties. He would have to say 'this is a date'/'do you want to go on a date with me' none of this ambiguous 'lets have a meal together' shit

X = X-ray I really dont know how to go about this? she got.... a nice... pussy?

Y = Yearning (sex drive) hmm, i'd say pretty middle of the road. she can kind of switch it on and off pretty easily? it's so easy to turn her off and doesn't have to have sex that often

 Z = Zzz Depends- she likes to cuddle and have pillow talk but if she's been nice and worn out she'll doze off pretty quickly

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Fic Titles That Start With B Masterlist

part one

baby i can be your payback (ao3) - crankgameplays luke/ashton N/R, 32k

Summary: Ashtons rich. Lukes not. Ashton hates his parents. Luke doesnt. Ashton uses Luke to get back at his parents. He wasnt supposed to, like, get a crush on him or anything.

baby i’m gonna drink you in like oxygen (ao3) - booksteaandcake luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: bad boy ashton has taken young luke hemmings under his wing. it’s kind of a surprise when they sleep together… but also not a surprise at all.

'“I’m not wrecking you.” Ashton scoffed, “I’m going to take care of you.”’

Bass and Drums (ao3) - boomercal calum/ashton E, 70k

Summary: Calum and Ashton just went public with their relationship, but they might have left a few things out, like how long they’ve been together and how it happened. But that’s beside the point; Calum’s trying to navigate social media, being allowed to hold his boyfriend’s hand and the blurry lines between friendship and something more.

Beginnings (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene michael/luke M, 45k

Summary: [College/University AU] Michael Clifford was a sophomore transfer student, trapped living in the dorms again after a technicality dropped him back down to freshman status. He had requested a single room, determined to focus on his school work, get out of university housing as quickly as possible, and start his real life, but of course, on August 1st he received the obligatory “Get to know your new roommate this summer! You can contact Luke Hemmings, freshman student, at his school email…” message in his inbox.

Whatever. Let’s just get this year over with.

Beside You (ao3) - 5sass (JackoffBaratwat) luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: “Welcome to our final show of our fifth entire world tour. Fifth - like the number of years Luke and I have been together. And we’re in Sydney, of course our hometown. And now I’m gonna ask Luke a question, and I really hope he says yes, because it could be tad embarrassing if he doesn’t.”

Best Friends (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton, michael/calum, michael/crystal/calum, sierra/luke/ashton E, 26k

Summary: When Luke uploaded a cover in his bedroom he didn’t expect for it to go anywhere past the confines of his family and a few friends he had, he sure as hell didn’t expect it to help him make a band. Now this band has to figure out how to be a pack while also becoming stars.

Also known as the guys going from friends to a pack to a family.

Better Here (ao3) - insideimasadrainbow luke/calum, michael/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Whenever Ashton drags Luke to some gathering or party that includes other human beings, Luke is left alone. He doesn’t mind, or tries to think he doesn’t mind since he doesn’t know how to keep a conversation with another being who is not Ashton. However, at some beach birthday party for someone he doesn’t know, Luke is approached and the guy actually sticks with him. In more ways than one when he drags Luke off to go cuddle.

breathe deep and hesitate (ao3) - mimi_reads luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Now all the view accomplishes is making him feel more depressed. He looks down and sees cars speeding by or shapes moving behind windows, watches the people 24 floors down navigate the streets. So many signs of life, of people who are enjoying their night and aren’t feeling like absolute and utter shit.  Looking up doesn’t offer Luke much more comfort though.

be your teenage dream tonight (ao3) - burningthefutures luke/ashton E, 8k

Summary: Ashton, a photographer living in NYC, finds himself entranced when he sets his eyes on Luke Hemmings, a famous model, at a party.

Birthday Cake (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: Birfffday Cake

It’s Luke’s birthday and Calum decides to make it special.

Bittersweet - thegiftboxxx luke/ashton T, 20k

Summary: It’s not growing older that scares Luke. It’s that everyone else will outgrow him before he catches up.

Bittersweet Relief (ao3) - koogolplex luke/ashton N/R, 6k

Summary: Looking back on the weeks events, Luke found himself feeling bittersweet. The bitter, he knew came from a life long let down, but the sweet was right up there with his life long lover.

Or, Luke and Ashton have heat sex; in which Luke goes into an unexpected heat, but Ashton fucks him right through it.

Blue Satin and Black Lace (ao3) - sammyswagstar michael/ashton E, 6k

Summary: The one with panty kink, masturbating Michael Clifford, and rough Mashton bro-sex

Boys Only Want Love If It’s Torture (ao3) - aalexandravictoriaa michael/luke, ashton/calum M, 57k

Summary: Luke and Michael meet at college and getting to know Michael is the best and worst thing Luke has ever done.

Break the Rhythm (ao3) - Anonymous ot4 E, 2k

Summary: Or where Ashton is horny and decides to send his best friends a few things. His friends end up fucking him.

breathing deeply, walking backwards (ao3) - maiamaryse michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: “Um, are you okay there?” A voice asks from next to him, and he whips his head round to see, of course, hot snapback guy.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Luke groans, and the guy looks a little taken aback. Luke is in no state to care, “No, hot snapback guy, I am shitting myself.”

Buried In History (ao3) - ibroughtyoumybullets michael/luke T, 8k

Summary: I’ve never been happy with the idea of a modern American life. You get an education, and then you get a boring desk job, and then you get married, you move to the suburbs, you have kids, you drink, you hate your life, you divorce your wife, your kids grow up, you watch as the same thing begins to happen to them, and then you die. How can anyone find pleasure in that?

but underneath we had a fear of flying (ao3) - mimi_reads michael/calum G, 2k

Summary: To say Michael’s afraid of flying would be an understatement. He is fucking terrified.

or, michael and calum meet on a plane

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humble-wayside-flower That’s so many books!! Do you have some favorites you’d recommend? I’m 6 books away from hitting my 36 book goal this year, and am looking for options

Yes! I did predominantly read via audiobook this year, so I can say that these books/series are good + have good narrators. I wrote too much so I'm sticking this under a readmore.

Series

The Murderbot Diaries series by Martha Wells, narrated by Kevin R. Free (you may know him as the voice of Kevin on Welcome to Nightvale, he's such a good narrator). It's about this Security Unit on a space mission who is no longer controlled by its company's proprietary software, and how it protects people and reluctantly makes friends and above all how it really, really just wants to be able to watch TV in peace. There are also a lot of themes of agency vs control, what makes someone a person & is humanity a requirement for personhood, and the risks vs rewards of forming emotional connections with others. This is several novellas and then one or two full length novels. I currently have the newest novel checked out!

the Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire, various narrators. This is a series of novellas about a school for children who return from being sucked up into various fantasy worlds, but who are like "wtf take me back to my fantasy world" rather than "oh yay I'm so happy to be home in my boring world." Some of them have a throughline and some of them are more standalone; I tried to read all of them in order but I kind of fell off when I hit the horse girl one, so it might be the kind of series where it helps to just pick and choose.

the Maisie Dobbs series, by Jacqueline Winspear, primarily narrated by Orlagh Cassidy. These books follow a detective, Maisie Dobbs, starting when she begins her career in London a few years after World War One, with the most recent book taking place in early World War Two. I think they could possibly be counted in the cozy mystery genre. I just really enjoyed this series, there were a lot of repeat characters and the narrator is excellent.

The Saint of Steel series (trilogy?) by T. Kingfisher, narrated by Joel Richards. My friend recommended these books (starting with Paladin's Grace) and I really liked the series! I liked the chemistry of the couples in the second two books more than the couple in the first book, so if you're reading the first book and you're like "ugh Steven is such a wet blanket" keep going, the other people are more fun but you need the context. Also there are some explicit scenes, so just beware if you, like me, listen to audiobooks when you're like in line at the pharmacy or whatever

the Monk & Robot series by Becky Chambers. I think these count as novellas, they're each about 4 hours long. These are really nice books set in a sort of futuristic/alternate timeline world where robots gained sentience and abandoned humanity- until one comes out of the woods, with the quest of figuring out what the humans need. It's got some really good questions of what makes someone a person, what makes a person feel useful and whether or not you have to be useful, the tension between obligation and purpose, just a lot of philosophical questions in 8 hours

Standalones (or first books that might become series)

Everyone in my Family Has Killed Someone, by Benjamin Stevenson. This one was really fun, it's a whodunnit slash a "who did which murder" kind of book

Legends & Lattes, written and narrated by Travis Baldree. I saw a lot of hype around this online and I think it lived up to it, it's a nice cozy read about an orc starting a coffee shop.

Vampire Weekend, by Mike Chen. This is a really interesting take on a vampire story, set in the modern-day Bay Area, and it's really stuck with me, I read it in March and I still think about it sometimes.

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet, by Becky Chambers. There is technically a second book, and I did start it, but I didn't finish that one so I don't feel like I can rate the series. This is a really good book with some really nice worldbuilding. It's more of a series of vignettes in chronological order than a story with one single throughline.

I just went through my planner and counted it up, and I've finished 54 books so far this year, meaning that even if I stopped reading until the end of the year I've still managed to finish more than a book a week in 2023.

I'm just really proud because there were several years where I had brain fog that was way too strong for me to push through and read, so this means that I've gotten so much better and all my hard work was worth it

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Mattheo Riddle nsfw a-z

A-Aftercare (what he's like after sex) I feel like he would be sweet,he would run you a bath wash your hair for you and then dress you in his shirt and boxers after,cuddles,tells you how good you did for him and would get you anything you needed or asked for. 

B-Body part (his favorite body part of his and his favorite body part of yours) On him i feel like his hands and or his v line he loves the way his hands look wrapped around your throat and he loves when you kiss his v line it drives him crazy,on you probably either your thighs or ass he loves everything about you but i feel like he loves to smack your ass and he loves to lay between your thighs 

C-Cum (anything to do with cum)I feel like he would like to come inside you and or on your tits or in your mouth he loves knowing you trust him to come inside you but he also loves to see his come on you preferably on your tits but also loves to see you swallow all of his come 

D-Dirty secret (his dirty secret)i feel like he makes everyone think he's such a playboy and makes people think he puts his pleasure first and that he is in total control in the bedroom but the truth is that he puts your pleasure first and does what you want and your the one in actual control he will do whatever you want him to do to you as long as you beg him 

E-Experience (how experienced is he and does he know what he's doing)he definitely knows what he's doing he hasn't had many girlfriends but a few hookups but he does know what he's doing he knows how to read your body 

F-Favorite position i feel like he loves spooning sex like you could be cuddling or just waking up and he will slip inside you and fuck you while you spoon but he also likes you riding him or missionary and finally doggy style 

G-Goofy (is he more serious in the moment or more humorous)i feel like he is more serious in bed unless your nervous then he'll be more goofy but not much 

H-Hair (how well groomed is he)he does keep it trimmed and groomed down there 

I-Intimacy (how is he during the moment the romantic aspect)he loves being intimate he will hold your hand while he fucks you deep,he will whisper praising words in your ear and he will rub his hands all over your body carresing you softly 

J-Jack off (masturbation headcanon)he will jack off when your not in the mood or when you don't feel and or want to help him which he doesn't mind 

K-Kink (one of his kinks)he has a sir kink and orgasm control kink 

L-Location (favorite place to do it)in bed he doesn't want anyone else to see you that's only for him but he also likes to do it in the shower 

M-Motivation (what turns him on/get's him going)anything you do you could be doing laundry or bend over or even just sitting there and it can turn him on 

N-No (something he wouldn't do/turn offs)anything you wouldn't want to do and i feel like he wouldn't do anal or anything to do with knives and or blood he doesn't want to see you bleeding or in pain 

O-Oral (preference in giving/receiving etc)he likes receiving but he loves to eat you out so i'm gonna say he prefers giving 

P-Pace (is he fast and rough or slow and sensual)depends sometimes he is rough and fast but he can also be slow and sensual he will let you choose the pace 

Q-Quickie (his opinion on quickies and how often)he likes quickies but he likes to take his time with you so they don't happen often 

R-Risk (is he game to experiment,does he take risks etc)he will experiment with anything you want to but you have to bring it up 

S-Stamina (how many rounds can he go for how long does he last)he can go for 2 to 3 rounds and lasts a while 

T-Toys (does he own toys,does he use them on a partner or themselves)he does own toys but for you he will use vibrators on you 

U-Unfair (how much he likes to tease)he loves to tease you its almost painful 

V-Volume (how loud he is,what sounds he makes)he grunts and moans but isn't too loud 

W-Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)he loves to finger you and eat you out its one of his favorite things,he also loves to blindfold you and tie you down to the bed and put a vibrator against your clit 

X-X-ray (let's see what's going under those pants)he's about 9 inches and thick 

Y-Yearning (how high is his sex drive)he has a pretty high sex drive 

Z-Zzzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards) once he knows you are taken care of,after cuddles and after you sleep he falls asleep about 30 minutes after you