#I have no clue how to respond to normal compliments

[dia-smthidk]

For me your transformed sona look cute

I mean he wasn’t meant to look cute but uh-

thanks though 👍

[carlsangel]

ARE YOU SURE?

carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: smut, awkwardish sex so watch out, p in v!

masterlist pinned on my profile! (i can’t link anythinggg)

read ghost in the woods. (also pinned on masterlist)

You always felt like crushes made your life more interesting. Even after the apocalypse started. Although that wasn’t able to be your main priority throughout the years, the world became more normal. The walkers, the quietness, the fighting. It all made sense and you adapted. Like humans are supposed to. However, with everything going back to normal, you were able to focus on the things you wanted rather than needed.

That being said, you were able to focus on someone you had quite a large crush on.

Carl.

You looked at him and wondered how no one else has seen him like you do. Just look at him. He has probably the most perfect hair you’ve ever seen. The sweetest looking lips and freckles that complimented his face so well. You were practically enthralled with this man and he had no clue. Or so you thought. Him being so clueless to how obsessed you were with him frustrated you to no end. You talked to him occasionally, whenever it seemed best.

During certain events you’d talk to him or you’d smile at him when you crossed paths. Sometimes you had the same watch shift and you had hours of just talking with each other. For some reason that never translated to outside work. He was always busy with Judith.

You just wanted to talk to him more. Anything.

That’s why, when Rick came up to you both during a watch shift and asked you to go on a run for him, you were ecstatic. Nervous like hell, but excited nonetheless. “I was wonderin’ if the two of you would be willin to go out tomorrow for some supplies. Nothing major just some batteries and what not.” Rick explains. You look over to Carl and he looks back to give a small smile before responding to his dad. “Yeah that shouldn’t be a problem.” He says. “Well it’ll have to be a bit later than a usual run…we won’t have enough people here to take your watch shifts till about noon.”

So it was a late run. Sounds like you’d have to be very focused.

And you were. At first at least. It was very awkward, it made you realize you never talked to him outside of working which technically you still were you just were trapped in a confined space alone. You began to overthink. You started to wonder if he’d seen you stare at him or if he saw how much you sought him out when you left your house in Alexandria.

But he didn’t know. All he knew is that he had to keep cool. You didn’t know it, but Carl was just as obsessed with you as you were. Usually when he’s like this he’d act on it. At least he did with Enid before they broke up. He would initiate everything with Enid, but with you…well you made him nervous. You were just really pretty and he was scared to look like some loser in front of you. The crush was so intense he actively avoided you which confused him really.

It explained his silence in the car. You two were told to drive out sort of far, but you decided to stop at an abandoned house first. Getting there, the sun was going down so it had to be quick. “Guess we should make this fast.” Carl states, getting out of the car and shutting the door. You agree. “Yep. Batteries…other shit.” You giggle. He smiles and you both head inside shortly after clearing it. It was pretty messy, paper and books everywhere along with random pillows scattered.

You both take separate paths into the home just to make sure there weren’t any surprises waiting for you behind doors. You have your knife in hand and a flashlight in the other, ready to open a bedroom door. Once you do, you open it to see a peculiar sight.

The bedroom was very nicely decorated to say the least.

There was a large bed with silk red sheets over it along with some nice pillows. there were dead rose petals scattered over it and the floor. The drawers in the room were all open with clothes falling out of them so you can only assume that their plans were scrapped. The bed was simply untouched. You sort of just stand there and stare at it, since that was all you really could do. You take it in and think about what could’ve happened when Carl comes up behind you, completely unaware. “Hey I checked the rest of the—woah..” He sees the bedroom and you snap out of it.

“Hm?” You look at him and he’s completely red. He takes a moment before continuing. “I checked the rest of the house. It’s safe. We should look through and find what we can.” He tells you. “Right. Yeah, of course.” So you scavenge through the house, mostly finding everything you needed in the kitchen and bathrooms. You noticed there was only one room however. Once you gathered everything you thought would be useful, you and Carl decided to leave, although it was unlikely you would until the next morning.

Before leaving you looked through the window to see that it was pitch black outside. You let the curtain fall back closed. “I’m not sure it’s a great idea to leave here.” You tell him. He looks at you and processes, letting his bag fall off his shoulder. “Help me barricade the door.” You both move to push one of the larger chairs in the living room to sit against the door. Once you’re all done, you decided to settle sleeping arrangements.

“I can sleep out here. On the couch.” He says, looking back to the couch which had no cushions on it. You look back at him and giggle. “We can both stay in the room? If that’s fine with you. There’s pillows in there.” You tell him. He hesitates but agrees. In the room you realized there a lack of comfort. You ended up lighting all the small candles and leaving them on the tables or dressers around the room to make it comfier. There were pillows but little blankets. The only ones being the silk sheets that were on the bed. He insists he’s fine so you leave him be and kick your shoes off the lay on the bed.

You both sit there in silence. Nothing. Not even a goodnight, the tension is incredibly thick and you’re both hyper aware of it. God it’s pissing you off. Doesn’t he get it? Doesn’t he see the way you look at him? You piss him off just as much. He just doesn’t have the balls to say it. It’s his fault after all, he avoids you constantly. He wants you. He wants you so fucking bad he just can’t—

“Just lay on the bed.” You blurt. His eyes open instantly. “It’s fine you can just lay on the bed.” You repeat. Carl slowly sits up and looks up at the bed. “Are you sure?” He asks. “Yeah I’m sure. We’re mature enough to do this without it being a thing. Right?” You sit up and look down at him. He just looks at you. Admiring how good you looked with just the warm lighting the candles gave. It almost turned him on. So he grows the balls to get up and kick his shoes off to lay on the bed. You lay back down and you both just sort of lay there, staring at the ceiling.

Carl was terrified. But he wanted you, he really did. He knew if he had the chance to do anything, it’d be right now. He can’t back out, he can’t avoid you. So he made the first move. That being, rolling to his side to look at you. You furrow your eyebrows and turn to see him, and it almost makes you laugh. You chuckle. “What?” You say amused. Your smile makes him happy. You reciprocate his action, turning onto your right side to face him. You sort of stare at each other and he has the slightest smile on his face. It’s very subtle but it’s there.

“What?” You repeat. He looks at you and builds up some courage. “You look pretty.” He says shortly. God you just wanted to scream how you felt. But he beats you to it. “I’ve sort of…I dunno I’ve been avoiding you for some reason. Well not some reason, I know the reason I just have this stupid crush and—” He nervously rambles which you find kind of sweet. But you suddenly get really excited. Was he seriously confessing? Right now? Everything went mute for a moment, you honestly heard nothing of what he was saying. You just felt the urge to kiss him. So you did.

Your hand moves beneath his chin to hold him in place while you press your lips to his. You both felt incredibly relieved, prompting a smile from his lips into the kiss. He almost moans, kissing you is all he’d been wanting. He grips your wrist and he moves his own hand to hold the side of your face, deepening the kiss. He moves over you, turning you to your back while kissing you deeply. Your hands move to his arms, running them up and down the fabric of his flannel. That reminds you.

You still have clothes on!

You pull back from him and he looks down at you, watching as you push his flannel off his shoulders. He realizes and is all for it. “Are we…um..” Carl lets you just start to take his clothes off with no problem. “This is fine.” He says with a smile, watching as you try your hardest to unbuckle his belt. Once you do he finally stops you to begin taking your clothes off, except you stopped him once he got to your bra. “Not yet. Please?” You question. He retracts his hands from your back and nods. “Yeah of course. I want my shirt on too…if that’s okay?” He looks down at you hopeful. You smile at him sweetly and nod.

“That’s okay.” You tell him. Of course you guys still wanted each other, but you still had your fears and insecurities. Not to mention you weren’t the closest just yet, this was on a whim. “But we can still…you know?” Carl questions, wanting to make sure you still wanted to go through with it. You nod and he takes that as a sign to pull his jeans off, meanwhile you take yours off. Once you’re ready, he looks down and can’t quite see. The room was dark, even with the candles. “Um…” He furrows his eyebrows but fuck he’s aching. He gently rubs himself over your folds, eliciting moans from the both of you. “Shit that feels so good. Really wet I—”

“Do you need help?” You cut him off, although you were getting impatient. It felt good but you needed him inside of you. It was a feeling you’d never felt before but you craved it. Terribly. “If you can’t find the right place? The hole, Carl.” How embarrassing for him. But to be fair it was dark in the room and he’d never done this in his life. But he agrees to the help and you lean down and almost guide him. Feeling his tip graze across your folds once again had you moan, but he prodded himself at your hole right away.

He breathed in sharply but slowly started to push himself all the way inside of you, bottoming out deep inside. His eyes fall shut and he drops his forehead to your shoulder. “Are you okay?” You turn to see him but he’s just breathing so heavy. “M-mhm. Just really tight. N�� warm…I don’t know if I’ll last long Im sorry.” He tries to adjust and pushes deeper in. You moan and it’s so much for him. He sits there for a moment, doing his best to catch his breath. Although that takes him a moment. Once he’s ready he pulls back to look at you.

He grins before starting to move his hips, starting in a really irregular manner. He was struggling a little bit but you could tell in the noises he was making. He was trying hard to not finish. He didn’t want to embarrass himself. Soon after, he ended up finding a nice rhythm. It felt amazing for the both of you, the moans slipping from your mouth got him closer each second. Your hands went from gripping the silk sheets beneath you to his side, grabbing at his shirt as you got closer.

He tries to shut himself up by kissing at your neck, occasionally biting. The sound of him in your ear was absolutely perfect. “Feels so good,” He says, over and over between whimpers. “Can’t take it you feel amazing.” It makes you smile that he can find such pleasure with you. He goes back to your neck, sucking marks to the skin.

It got to the point where he barely retracted himself from your heat, instead he kept buried inside. His breath got heavier and heavier, your moans got louder. “Carl I—” You start, unable to finish your sentence. “Mhm right there.” He shoves himself all the way inside, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. You finish, clenching around him which makes him pull out straight away to finish on your tummy. All over your shirt too.

It takes you a moment to catch your breath, but watching Carl do the same made you so happy. It finally happened. After a while of what felt like pining, you finally had him. He smiles, still breathing heavily as he rests his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him and run your fingers through his hair. You stew on the fact that he’s in your arms. He’s still getting over the fact he was inside you. Also you felt perfect.

He’s really glad he took that chance.

The next day the drive back was quiet yet peaceful. Except you were both thinking the same thing. How would you tell everyone back home? Would this keep happening, were you guys going to be together officially?

I guess you’d find out.

a/n: so actually don’t flame me if this is dog shit IM SORRYYY if it’s terrible or if there’s spelling mistakes i’m just a girl let’s leave me alone on mistypes. anyway guys idk what the hell is going on with matchups, don’t ask me dawg i’ve done three in total out of sixteen who knows when those will be finished

taglist: @zomb-1-egutzz @lunarnightt @ilikestrawberriesandwomen @hiro--aoki @h00d-tr4sh @callsignwidow @sstar-ggirl

[luvrxbunny]

hii sorry to bother you im just gonna request something for ethan landry idk if youve written for him before i havent seen. but im legit obsessed and can you do something about like him being in econ and then getting all flustered from reader sitting next to him and just talking and then after that idk you can make something up hahaha but they go to like readers dorm and SmUt and hes all whiny and subby and maybe mommy kink goirhetlghrtglrhtg :))) dhbckudhfxkd

can you tell im going a bit insane for this guy

if you cant do it its okay also i love your work so much it gets me shuddering like legit

Thank you so so much for requesting! Unfortunately, I have no clue who this character is, (i literally thought he was evan peter's character in ahs before this) so I’m sorry if anything isn’t character-consistent!

Pairing: Ethan Landry x F!Reader

Summary: You find out that Ethan has a little crush on you.  

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some dry humping, handjob, overstimulation, f!mastrubation, mommy kink (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 4.3k

A/N: idk how this got so fucking long idek this guy. also y'all see the compliments in the request?? flattery will get you very far w me

You walk in just as the bell rings, breathing a sigh of relief as you sit down and the professor begins his mind-numbing lecture. You place your bag on the ground and get out all the supplies you’ll need for this god-awful class. 

You’ve finished setting everything up when you realize that you’ve sat down next to someone. You try and see who it is through the peripherals of your vision, hoping you didn’t just sit next to some random person when you realize it’s him.

You’ve been going to school with Ethan for a few years now. He’s always been pretty quiet so he doesn’t have many friends. You guys are friendly, a level a bit higher than acquaintances because you’ve known each other for so long but you don’t really talk that often. You developed a crush on him back in high school. It never grew into anything more because you could never seem to hold a conversation with him... But it never fully left either because he’s still adorable.

You were shocked when you saw him in class on the first day, unable to believe that you were lucky enough to end up with him in the same class, at the same college. You try to talk to him more when you both are paired up in class but he’s not the best conversationalist. 

“Oh! Hey, Ethan! I didn’t even realize you were sitting here!” You try and be extra friendly, knowing how hard it is for him to communicate with others but you’re still met with silence. “Uh- I was almost late again! Did you see me? I got here like- just in time. Maybe I should start walking with you, you’re always on time!” You open your notebook and start taking down the notes on the board as you speak. 

Ethan is still silent. It’s getting a bit rude at this point. You thought the two of you were friendly but maybe he just doesn’t like you at all. You turn to look at him, hoping you’d get an explanation but all you’re met with is his alarmingly red face, fixated on the board. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. He has sweat lining his hairline and his back is unnaturally straight. “Hey… Are you okay? Are you sick?” Your voice is laced with concern as you speak, hoping this is the one thing he responds to. 

Ethan is trying so hard to act normal, be normal around you but he can’t. It would’ve been fine if you just hadn’t spoken to him. He could’ve easily pretended you weren’t there if he also ignored the smell of your perfume that was all but suffocating him with its ungodly sweet scent.

He’s been hard since you walked in, he always is. He can’t even help it at this point, he doesn’t try. In every class you’re in, his blood is in his dick. He used to try and prevent it, feeling like a pervert for being turned on at nothing but your presence but he’s given up. No one ever notices and he can just get off in the bathroom during lunch if he’s desperate enough. Only this time you’re sitting next to him.

He’s already leaking in his pants. 

To make it worse you were being so nice to him, too nice, and now you’re concerned about his health? Not even realizing that you’re the one who’s got him so hot, not a fever. 

“I’m- I’m fine. Thank you.” His voice is entirely flat as he speaks, trying to keep all emotion out of it in fear that you’ll be able to decipher what they mean. He doesn’t look at you, he’s scared he might cum on the spot if he does. 

You take these as signs of dishonesty. “Ethan… Are you sure?” You bring a hand up to feel his cheek, you’re so zoned into whether his skin is too warm or not, that you don't even notice when his eyes dart to your face. You move your hand to his forehead, deciding that his cheek isn’t reliable enough and your eyes meet his. 

You can hear his breath hitch at the eye contact and breaks it. It confuses you for a moment but you try and focus on the task at hand. “I don’t know, you feel kinda warm, Ethan. I don’t know if there’s a nurse on campus but we can check? I’d assume that-” 

His chest warms at your concern and he thinks it over. 

I can spend more time with her this way, and get to know her better. Can I handle spending all that time with her though? What if she notices my- Yeah. Maybe I just shouldn’t…

“Madame Late Pass?” Your eyes are already rolling into your head and you’re groaning quietly as the professor calls you out. You pull your hand away from Ethan’s face and give him the most distasteful stare you can manage. “Is there something wrong with Mr. Landry that’s distracting you from my lesson?”

“Actually sir, I think he might have a fever or something. I should probably take him to the nurse.” It’s an obvious excuse to skip his class but it isn’t technically a lie so he lets it go. You quickly pack your things up with a smile and motion for Ethan to do the same. 

You hold in your giggles until you guys are outside the classroom. “Okay! Do you wanna go to the nurse? We don’t have to- I don’t even know where it is, honestly.” Ethan is facing away from you, silent. 

Anxiety creeps in. “Hey. S- Sorry if you didn’t want to leave class. I- You could probably head back in a little bit… I should’ve asked I’m sorry. I just assumed. I mean wh- who likes econ y’know? I’m- I’m sorry.”

Your stuttering has his blushing even harder, the thought that anything he does could get any reaction out of you makes him smile. “I’m fine and I-” He lets out a light laugh that gives you butterflies “I kinda hate econ.” 

You place yourself in front of him with a huge smile. “Great! So do I, this will be great!” You lock your arms with his, a risky move, it has your heart pounding as he stiffens up with a sharp inhale but he never pulls away. You guys stroll down the corridors and talk. You have to slow your pace to keep up with Ethan and you’re doing most of the talking but you don’t mind one bit. 

You guys stop at the cafeteria for snacks and Ethan gently insists on paying, bringing the butterflies back to life and forcing a smile to your face as you thank him. You’re both sitting in a corner booth, away from most people, you’re talking and he’s squirming. 

Every few minutes he repositions himself and it was starting to get on your nerves a bit. It felt like he was uncomfortable being here, or that he was anxious for you to stop talking. You ended your story early, letting your voice die down, waiting for him to move again before questioning him. “Why are you so squirmy.?” 

He stops his movements instantly, and his eyes hesitantly look up to meet yours. “I’m not squirming.” He watches your feature turn into one of complete skepticism. “Ethan. I have eyes. If you want me to like… be quiet, or talk less or anything you can just say that. I won’t get offended or anything, I know I talk a lot.” You giggle at the end, Ethan twitches in his pants and has to suppress a whimper at the sound. 

“You’re not talking too much. You’re fine, it’s okay.” He’s struggling not to press his palm into his bulge again, needing any relief after being hard for almost half an hour now. Everything you do is making it worse and he doesn’t know how to escape the situation. 

The way you keep touching him is deadly. The way you linked arms with him when walking, the way you rubbed his back and thanked him as he paid and even now, the way you’ve placed your feet right next to his under the table, something about the action has his precum soaking through his jeans.

He doesn’t notice that you finished your food already and you’re now getting up and gathering the trash. He doesn’t have time to tell you he can do it himself before you’re crossing to his side. “I can take this for-” 

His hands cover his lap but you’re already staring. He doesn’t say anything, hoping that you’re staring at his crotch for a reason other than the fact he’s hard as a rock and soaking his pants. Your head tilts in confusion before you sit down, right next to him. Your scent wraps all around him like a blanket, his eyes fall shut as he breathes in your scent, his hands subconsciously massaging his dick gently. You feel the butterflies in your stomach turn to molten lava as you watch him. 

His breathing hitches as his hands stop moving and his eyes snap open. “I’m s- I’m so sorry. I’ll-” He’s gathering the abandoned trash and getting up but you place your hand on his arm softly and pull him back down. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Ethan. Although I’d like to know it’s um- origin.” Your heart is racing at the thought that you were the one to make him this hard, that you- just going about your day- could make him this hard. He answers you without saying anything, his face turns piping red again and he looks away. That does it. 

“Ethan, do you wanna come back to my dorm? I have something to… show you.” 

He’s following close behind you, his shirt pulled down over his crotch and one hand in yours. You’re basically dragging him into your dorm, pressing him into the door the second he closes it. You’re leaning into him, your hands on his chest as his float awkwardly above your hips. 

“I wanna kiss you, Ethan.” He gasps sweetly at your words and leans into you instantly. 

His lips are soft and wet when they meet yours. You whine into his mouth, he moans loudly into yours in response and pulls away. “S- sorry.” His eyes are downcast and he sounds embarrassed. You couldn’t be more confused. 

“What?” You run your hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and to the back of his neck so you can play with his curls. His eyelids flutter at the action and you watch his adam’s apple jump before he speaks. 

“I don’t know. I was- I was loud. I didn’t mean to be…” You can’t help yourself. You smash his lips back into yours, forcing a beautiful moan out of his mouth, followed by a whine before you pull back. “I want you to be loud, Ethan.” 

You whisper the words to him, low and seductive. A little whimper slips out of his mouth and you kiss him again, walking backward towards your bed and he’s stumbling like Bambi as you do. 

His hands are finally on you, wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you in. You maneuver him around to push him onto the bed and straddle him. He’s moaning the moment your weight drops onto him, his hips bucking up into yours against his will and he’s apologizing again. 

You silence him with your lips, attacking his neck, and melting his words into groans and whines. You lift your weight off him, pushing onto your knees and cooing at how he whimpers and tries to follow you with his hips. You push him down to the bed, laying him out for you to admire. You run your hands down his arms, over and down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. Your eyes leave his body to check if he’s okay with this but his head is thrown back, pressing into your pillows with his knuckle between his teeth. 

“Ethan? Are you okay, honey?” A ragged half moan, half sob, shoots from his mouth as his hand leaves his mouth, gripping your arm desperately. He’s still not looking at you and his hands are shaking as they grip you.

“I-It feels s- so fucking g- good. You’re ma-aking me feel so good.” He’s incredibly breathless as his hips grind up into the air, searching for your warmth. You can feel heat explode in your stomach at his words, at his desperation from you just kissing and running your hands over his body. 

You drop your weight back onto him for a moment, to tease him and relieve yourself a bit. He rewards you with a shuddering gasp and his hands come to grip your hips as hard as they could. He can’t even get any words out as your clothed pussy slides over his sensitive cock. Your eyes are shut tight in concentration as you try not to make any noise, wanting to hear his noises instead. You grow a bit frantic in your movements, grinding on him harder, angling yourself a million different ways to try and get the perfect pressure on your clit when you feel his hand on your cheek. 

Your eyes snap open- you hadn’t even realized you closed them- and he’s pulling your lip from between your teeth with hooded eyes on you and a shy smile on his lips. “I wanna hear you too.” His voice is timid and breathy and you can tell he’s being genuine in what he says but all it does is turn you on even more. 

You moan as you dive for his lips, his hips follow yours up and his hand presses your head into his. He’s thrusting into you more forcefully, determined to cum against you but you lift your hips away from his again with a moan as he separates from your lips. “Why? I was- I don’t understand.”

He sounds like he could cry and his hips are still searching for any friction as you watch him, looking into his eyes and admiring all the emotion they hold. You can’t help the smirk that splits your face as he begins to whine for you, begging you to touch him, to make him feel good but instead, you fully remove yourself from him. You sit beside him and tell him to remove his pants, and he excitedly complies. He’s trembling beside you as you stare at the bulge in his briefs, in love with the way he’s leaking through the fabric. “Would it be okay if I touched you, Ethan?” 

You’re fixated on his bulge but you still hear the way his breathing picks up at your question. You crawl in front of him, your thighs laying over his, sitting between his spread legs with your pussy inches from his throbbing cock. Your hands run along his pelvis, tickling the skin just above the band of his underwear, and smiling at the way his stomach tenses under your minstrations. “P- Yes, please. Please- Oh-” 

He gasps prettily as you stick your hands into his underwear and pull his cock out. He hisses when it hits the cold air but falls into a moan as you start pumping him, wasting no time in getting him the pleasure he deserves.

“So. You got hard because..?” You prompt him, wanting to hear the real reason, and deciding this would be the perfect time to tease him. You’re not even sure he heard you, his eyes are still wide and staring at your hand as it glides up and down his cock, extra lubricated from all the precum his dick is spewing for you. 

You watch his face contort in pleasure, his head falling back as his eyes roll back and he begins to whine out your name on repeat. His hands start to shake and grip the sheets tighter, twisting the fabric in his fist before shouting out. “NO-”

You stopped. “Why are you- Why did you s- stop again? I was so- I was so c- close, I was gonna cum-” His voice pitches up at the end into a whine and he tries to fuck himself into your fist. You giggle at him.

“I asked you a question, baby.” He gives you a bitten-off groan at that. “You didn’t answer, which was quite rude but you do that all the time huh?” Your fingers run delicately over his length, watching it twitch as he struggles to respond. “I- don’t m-mean to.” You start jerking him off again, slowly. 

“You- You’re so pretty, I lo- I like y- you so- shit. I can’t speak- you turn me o-on.” He’s barely making sense as his hips fuck into your fist, trying to force you to get him off faster. He keeps cutting himself off with moans and debauched groans. His whole face is red, it’s spread down to his neck and up his ears too.

“I turn you on? That’s why you ignore me?” You stop again, your hand frozen in the middle of his dick. A broken wail shoots from him and his hands shoot up from the sheets to your face, pulling you in for a kiss. He’s licking up and into your mouth while letting his moans spill from his lips into yours. You’re shocked at the desperation and force of the kiss, your lips bruising themselves against his. He’s pulling at your hair gently and moaning as your tongue brushes along the inside his mouth. He pulls back and falls to your neck, whimpering quietly. 

“I can’t think- You make me so- I get so hot around you, mommy.” 

Your heart stops, every molecule in your body getting overrun with arousal at the words- at the name that just left his mouth. He’s pressing kisses into your neck and explaining himself further, as though he’s called you this before, like this is a normal thing between the two of you.

“-And everything about you just makes it so much worse. I just wanna cum for you, I want you to make m- me cum but you keep s-stopping and it hurts so much. I- please, I want you so bad, mommy.” He gasps at the end of his sentence that time and pulls his head out of your neck. 

His lips are wet , soft, and trembling, his eyes are terrified as they scan your face trying to decipher your reaction. He’s breathing fast, in a more panicked way at your silence. “I’m so sor-”

“So you want mommy to make you cum, baby?” His eyes widen with a gentle gasp but he keeps scanning your face, looking for anything that doesn’t feel genuine. His eyes lose focus though, as you begin to stroke his cock again. “I think I can do that… What do you think?” 

He’s nodding at you deliriously as his hips begin to roll themselves into your fist, his hand slides over the sheets until it finds yours and interlocks your fingers, causing warmth to bloom in your chest and stomach. You lean in to kiss his cheek as he moans your name but he turns his head so you catch his lips instead, his moans filling your mouth again. He’s barely kissing you, more like pressing his open mouth against yours, exchanging his breaths for yours as you smile at him. “That feels good, baby?”

His eyes open to meet yours and instantly roll back into his head. “Y- Mommy, don’t stop. Oh- You know it d- does. Please.” He’s interrupting with his own sounds again and his hand is wrapping around your waist, trying to pull your body closer to his. His moans are becoming more frantic and he keeps taking deep, stuttering, breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.

His bottom lip is being bitten red by his teeth, his eyelids are fluttering, struggling not to let his eyes close and roll to the back of his head. You can see his thighs tensing and jumping beside you, they press against your body, tense and stiff as his legs try to shut. 

“So cl- Mommy, I’m so- s-so- please. Oh, fuck.” His eyes snap open to meet yours pathetically. There are little tears that have gathered in his eyes and he looks so out of it, fucked out beyond belief, his head far up in the clouds. “Please don’t stop. Let-” You tilt your head at him as he collapses into a trembling sob, his hands beginning to shake where they hold you, his eyes shut again, and his eyebrows press up into each other. “Let me cum for you, let me cum f- for.”

His sentence is ruined by his orgasm and you can feel the force of it. Not by the way he all but screams your name, or by the way his body folds into yours. You can physically feel it. His cock pulses aggressively in your hand and you can feel each rope of cum work its way up his shaft and spurt out of his tip, running down your knuckles and dripping onto your bed. 

His thighs are trembling at your sides, trying to crush you as he humps your fist the best he can. He’s so loud against your neck, releasing passionate shrieks and wanton whines of your real name or your awarded one. He brings a sweaty hand to your cheek and pushes your face in his direction so he can smother your lips in his saliva, not waiting until he’s connected to your lips to start trying to taste you. You have to suppress a fond giggle at the action, letting him lick into your mouth instead. 

You’re still pumping him, trying to get out all the cum that’s been collecting in his dormant sac. His whole body is shaking now, repeated and choked moans falling into you as he crosses the line of overstimulation. You kiss him languidly and start to slow your hand, not wanting to overwhelm him too much. His fingers untangle from your hand and wrap around your other. 

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with hooded, clouded eyes. “I can c-cum again if-” 

He uses his hand to run yours over his shaft, jerking himself off with your hand. “If we- Can we k-keep going?” His eyes begin to cross as your hand establishes a rhythm, you’re not even doing anything, letting him get himself off with your hand. His hips are thrusting up erratically as he moves you frantically over his cock. “I wanna cum f- cum for you a-again.” 

Overcome with arousal, you slide your hand into your pants and start toying with your clit through your panties, your eyes falling shut at the pleasure. You’re already impossibly close, overly sensitive from all the neglect while being pummeled with stimulants; the way Ethan is reacting to you, his trembling body desperately pressing itself against yours, his moans, and the way he calls you mommy.

You hear his moans pick up and your eyes open back up to see his gaze between your legs before snapping up to meet yours. He stops pumping himself with your hand in favor of placing his hand over the one that rests inside your pants. He’s moving his hand in the same motions you are while you start jerking him off again, relishing in the way he’s twitching against your palm.

Ethan knows he isn’t doing anything, he knows that he’s not actually touching you but the way you moan his name makes him feel otherwise. The way you’ll moan at your own movements while his hand moves the same way, has him tricking himself into believing he’s the one making you feel good. The thought has him teetering- tipping over the edge. 

“Gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips before dropping his head to your shoulder. You move your fingers faster over your clit, your hips beginning to cant up into your hand as your orgasm approaches. 

"Me too, honey. Fuck it feels so good, Ethan.” He moans brokenly as he cums again, thrusting weakly into your hand as his cock twitches pathetically, letting out tiny streams of cum onto your sheets. He’s gasping out a plea into your neck as he cums but you can’t make out what it is.

“-please. Oh, please. Cum, mommy. Cum. C-cum. Please cum. Fu-uck” You can’t help the way your body convulses against him or the shouting moan of his name that shoots out of your mouth as your eyes roll back. You can feel yourself soaking your panties as you shudder against him. His hand is still over yours, moving your finger over your clit in the midst of your orgasm, prolonging it as long as he can before you’re pulling your hand away and kissing him as passionately as you can. 

Both of you have your arms wrapped around the other as you guys kiss, dopey smiles on both of your faces when you pull back. He has a shy blush over his features that makes you giggle and press a kiss on the tip of his nose. You’re both lost in the moment, giggling and kissing each other, love-struck when you hear your dorm room open. “Oh god, what’s that smell?”

You hear your dormmate behind you and cover Ethan as best you can, with your body. “Sidney, fuck off!” You shout at her, hoping she’ll get the memo and leave but instead, you hear her speak again. 

“What?.. Oh eww.” You roll your eyes at her and look at Ethan, his face is red, obviously embarrassed at the presence in the doorway. 

“Oh my god! Shut up and just leave!” She finally leaves and you apologize to Ethan for the interruption. You kiss softly along his jawline and down his neck to calm him down, you fall for him the moment you pull away.

You get to see- for a moment- the face he had while you were kissing him, content and pleased, his eyes shut with a pretty little smile resting on his lips. 

Thank you so much for reading! and thank you even more for requesting!! Please please please give any feedback you may have! I want it all!

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Heyyy love you’re work! I strive to be a good writer like yourself one day! I was thinking how would the mercs react to a goth person like myself:) it’s okay if you don’t wanna do this! Have a love day!

I think to sum it up, all of them are completely clueless and stupid but could care less.

The TF2 Mercs reacting to a reader who is goth

WARNING: stupid idiots

Scout:

- Huh… A little interested occasionally, looking up and down you while he thinks you’re not looking. Not really much of a reaction other than the typical awkward glances people give goths to admire them for a spilt second.

- Has no fucking clue what kind of style that is. It isn’t his preference for sure but it looks good on you and that’s all that matters. Bullies you for something completely unrelated to the fact you’re goth probably.

- “Hey! Nice fuckin’ shirt chucklehead! Where’d you get that one? Grandma’s couch?” He says when he sees you in a somewhat ‘conforming’ outfit for once. He’s gotten so used to you wearing your usual, that he doesn’t hesitate to pick on you for not being edgy enough. It’s a pride issue for him. Normally Scout would wear stuff shamelessly and the fact you aren’t yourself right now is giving him vibes that you might have grown insecure in some way. He genuinely thinks this’ll help you. Backwards elementary school logic.

- He can’t show appreciation without being a massive fucking dickhead. It’s a certified scout L moment. At least his heart is in the right place I guess?

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Solider:

- Ingeniously freaks the fuck out because he thinks you’re one of Merasmus’ weird ghost apparitions. Nearly grabs you and beats the shit out of you in fear because he owes that wizard around $200 after a grenade-down-the-toilet incident and he doesn’t want to pay. Engineer and Pyro have to pull him off you. I am literally so sorry.

- “MOTHER OF JUDAH, PRIVATE! YOU LOOK LIKE A MORTUARY ASSISTANT BATHED IN BLEACH!” He announces. You have no idea if that was a compliment or not. It’s hard to tell. Soldier then quickly assumes you’re a weird offshoot of the hippie culture and you’re here to sell him weed. Aaahh there it is. Blissful stupid ignorance.

- After promptly explaining what you are, he nods slowly. Slapping you on the back heartily. “ALRIGHT PRIVATE! You’re clear. Didn’t know there was such thing as a goth.. Hippies sure are getting creative.” Idiot. Complete moron. Still thinks you’re a weird looking hippie. Just one who won’t sell him weed nor harbor the evil tendencies of one. What are these evil tendencies he speaks of? He can’t answer you.

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Demoman:

- Ignores you completely. You’re just another person to him with their own preferences in attire. This guy still gets stares in the supermarket for being a massive black dude. He knows what it’s like to stand out, explosively. Get it?

- Well.. At first he ignores you. But if you insist on wearing your style on the battlefield he’ll be a little impressed to say the least. Demoman likes confidence. He whistles to get your attention from the backlines and raises a drink to you. “Keep at it! Show ‘em with your damned fangs! Maul those wee willy fucks straight to the—“ He gets hit by a train mid taunt. You stare blankly at the sight. Deadass no clue how to respond. You’re in awe at his lack of self preservation for one thing.

- Demoman is in the kitchen that night drinking god knows what brand of alcohol this time. He sees you and goes “AAAYY! There’s that crazy son of a betch wit’ the victorian thing goin on. Cheers to you.” He compliments. It’s not a heckle. It’s genuine admiration for your shamelessness. Being weird in that way is the easiest way to get on his good side.

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Engineer:

- No response. Much like Demoman’s lack of response. Looks at you for maybe two seconds then looks away to avert any suspicions he’s trying to be rude. Calls you stupid nicknames like ‘ghost getter’ and “Weirdest display of caltholicsm he’s ever seen.’ …. Wait a second that last one wasn’t a nickname.

- You’ll rarely get any comments about the matter to him. He’s too busy with other stuff to make fun of something so particular. Especially something that doesn’t concern him. (Not to say he doesn’t love insulting people’s looks from time to time. But you’re a teammate! You’re on his side!) If you have a counterpart on the enemy team then by god he won’t hold back on the roasts. Everybody gets fuckin’ spat upon regardless of who they are. He makes fun of everybody equally.

- Asks you if his creations are nifty. For some reason he mistakes you with Steampunk full on old dad style because he’s “heard about ‘em darn tootin kids and their crazy fashion in the newspapers.” And thinks he’s somehow relating to you. That you have a common interest. You have to suppress your laugh here. Same energy as pokey-man. Cornflake’s confused but he has the spirit. The whole culture explained to him is when he starts fucking assuming you’re catholic by the way.

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Heavy:

- Concerned at first. “Who in your family is died..?” He asks after awkward silence on the bench. He has his eyebrow raised in intrigue. “Was it murder? Heavy will crush them for you.” He offers. He had good experiences with you beforehand so he has no reason not to offer such things. Heavy mistakes your attire for mourning attire.

- You sheepishly explain to this old dude why you were sporting full on black. Expecting a weird or strong response back. To your surprise he just shrugs and looks away again with a gruff “Hm.”

- He then looks at you again after a few more minutes and sluggishly asks you a barrage of typical old man questions when they don’t understand something dark and gritty. “So do you live in a big haunted mansion?” “Do you have some pet bats? Do you like scary music?” “What do you do as a hobby when you’re this?” And other things in broken english. Each answer seems to get through to him and make him either nod or shrug. He’s very cooperative and trying to understand. Seems to not like the idea of himself sporting such things and feels the need to mention that to you for some reason. Give this guy a makeover and he’ll begrudgingly cooperate.

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Pyro:

- Pyro gasps childishly when he sees you. Each little spot of black or dark hue on you is showing up the direct opposite in their point of view. You have rainbow hair, rainbow everything. They think you’re a candy princess/prince/monarch that’s come on a white stallion. They’re giddy with excitement and jump up and down. Clapping their hands.

- You’re throughly confused. But you figured it was because Pyro had never seen someone wear something like this before. “It’s goth, Pyro. You like it?” You ask. Pyro glomps you. Straight up fucking hug tackles you and spins you around like an unfortunate house cat who’s just been spotted in the street by a stranger.

- You’ve become the rainbow unicorn candy ruler of all imagination and happiness and you don’t know how or why but you accept your fate. Pyro has made you a throne out of candy wrappers and you feel guilty often if you don’t use it. You got to admit a lot of unnecessary work went into that thing. Same with the crown he provided you. (It’s an actual crown made of diamonds and you don’t wanna know where they got it.)

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Sniper:

- You swear you just saw a shocked blush crawl across his face. But he looked away before you could take a good look behind those sunglasses of his. Sniper’s unironically attracted to the aesthetic on other people and he secretly thinks it’s a fine piece of art but isn’t willing to admit it. He always had a thing for edginess and overall darkness. Sniper listens pretty frequently to early rock on his camper’s radio and doesn’t shy away from the occasional greaser jacket.

- “Nice look, mate..” He says on one of his good days. He plays off as indifferent and nonchalant but you can tell he’s hiding his slight interest in being your friend. Every little attempt to ignore you reeks of ‘come get me.’ Sniper’s social ineptitude is just sad at this point. Eventually you just shake your head and smile lovingly and accept his stupid efforts. Your suspicions are eventually proven correct when he accepts a drink with you.

- Hyperfixates on you like you’re some sort of fucking anime character. Can’t get the way you express yourself out of his head. You’re the most colorful thing in this godforsaken desert and that says a lot because you wear black.

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Medic:

- No. No. no. Anything but him. ANYTHING BUT HIM. DEAR GOD PLEASE!!

- Prepare to get bombarded by a tsunami of questions that extend into two hours. Medic cannot control his curiosity and at one point asks you multiple times if you’re a demon or something because of how excited he is. The others rarely see him act like a puppy this much. His evil autism is activated. Turn tail and run. He’s sort of bouncing on his heels. It kinda reminds you of Pyro.

- “Oohohohoho! What an extraordinary specimen! Your oddities will surely aid in my understanding of how psychology works! Here! Sign this paper that says you acknowledge any drugs I pump into you aren’t supported by the FDA!” He hands you a clipboard and bounces again wildly. His happiness is rather contagious and you blindly sign it because you’re too focused on his child like energy and how adorable it is. He’s like a teenage girl who’s seen her fucking idol for the first time. “You see our aesthetics and personal preferences for color appear quite differently from person to person and depending on how you grew up—!” He goes on a psychology rant.

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Spy:

- He’s judging you. It’s as clear as day. He’s walking around you and examining your attire with his hands behind his back. As if you were some prized show breed who was being accessed for the finals. He lifts an arm up, tsks when he sees the seams in your clothing and disappointedly glares at you. Then just straight up walks away. By far one of the weirdest responses you’ve ever gotten. But then again should you be surprised? Spy is a drama queen and all you needed to do was take one good look at him to know that.

- Next thing you know, you have an entire box full to the brim of more gothic clothes off to the side of your bed when you wake up the next day. There wasn’t any letter nor indication of who it was. Which rather indirectly told you who it was. All the clothing was super, super expensive and straight up unreachable in some way. You find it especially alarming how it’s basically an entire box of things you personally expressed wanting to the other guys but couldn’t obtain due to the price. You swore Spy wasn’t there during that time.

- Ugh.. Of course. It’s all clear to you now. He hated the state of your current clothing and to save his poor snobbish eyes he bought you an entire wardrobe of it, he even bothered making outfits folded nearly together and they made sense. Which made you hate him more.

[uncannyguava]

𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙚 𝙜𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚?

Summary - In which, Reader and Matt meet at a party, and he takes an interest in her, sparking a conversation and getting her number

Warnings - Mentions of Alcohol, Mentions of Smoking, use of y/n

A/N: Absolutely no copying or plagiarism, ask to use as “inspiration” (also first fic so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated)

The noise of the chatter from the party filled the room, leaving no space for silence. The party smelt highly of weed and alcohol, of course, it was a party full of mid 20s adults, mostly celebrities. Obviously you didn’t feel like you belonged here. You weren’t a celebrity, you were just a normal adult who worked as a barista. You didn’t think anyone would notice you. But you were wrong, so wrong.

As you sat and talked amongst your friends who dragged you there, none less than Matthew Sturniolo had their eye on you. “poți să-mi faci o șansă te rog?” You spoke to your friend, asking them to get you a shot. The language you spoke intrigued Matt. He loved intelligent people, especially pretty ones.

Though he didn’t understand a word, the way the words rolled off your tongue left him in a world of bliss. He thought you were drop dead gorgeous too. He didn’t even know your name, yet he wanted to give you the absolute world. And he’d only heard you laugh and talk, and looked at your stunning face.

Matt wanted to start a conversation with you and flirt a little, but he had absolutely no clue how to. He was terrified you’d reject him. Somehow he ended up walking towards you, before he could think, the words “You look fantastic” left his mouth. He didn’t expect you to respond or even hear him due to the noise.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, shocked that he, Matt Sturniolo, a celebrity, noticed you. “What’s your name? I’m Matt” he posed, curiously.

“Y/n, and I know you, I’ve seen a few of your videos, you and your brothers are really funny” you replied, seemingly stunned he’d shown the slightest interest in you.

He was astonished that you’d seen his videos, partially embarrassed that you’d seen him with those two idiots, partially having his ego boosted at the compliment. “Pretty name to match a pretty face, and thanks, but those two are a bunch of headaches off camera”

You chuckled slightly “Thanks, but how do I know your not a headache?” you retorted smugly

Your laugh left him in a daze “Well, am I giving you a headache right now?” He riposted “I suppose not” you said, leaning back on the couch

“Then you have your answer” he said smoothly, just then your friend came back with your drinks “Am i interrupting something?” Reyna Asked

“Not at all” Matt answered, “I was just gonna go find my brothers anyway” he said walking off. You were kinda sad to see him leave, but he was basically a stranger. You shouldn’t be sad, he’s just a man.

Matt joined his brothers in the kitchen, where they were chatting, he ignored them and their questions, grabbing a napkin and jotting down his number, and walking back to the living room where the party was mainly. He walked over to the sofa you sat at and slipped you the number, you looked down at it with a smirk.

Just when you turned around to look at him he was gone. You were still astonished you’d received the number, but it definitely wasn’t a bad thing. But the only question that remained, Would you text him?

Should I make this a series?

Dividers: @bernardsbendystraws

[justscrolling765]

Had this for a WHILE now wanted your thoughts:

Random marine: I love you vice admiral Ann

Ann: Lets out the most strained sound of a laughed that turns into a crazy cackle

Random marine: V-vice Admiral?

Ann: *continues laughing*

Random marine: F-Fine! What would I expect from a demon! *tearfully runs away*

Ann finally stops...unaware of Cora approaching

Ann: That was hilarious...I think I broke a rib

Cora: what is wrong with you?

Ann: Gonna need to be more specific Rosi

Cora: Everytime someone tries to confess to you about something you laugh! It's cruel what is wrong with someone trying to tell you they love you?

Ann: May have to do with the fact that the last person who told me they lived me died right before my eyes!

Cora: O...oh...

Ann goes back to laughing...unaware of the frozen marine in the back

Oh this is a good one feel like I need to share this with my buds: @shina-moon-art and @anime-lover-forever-1127

Okay so...this is accurate and I mean very accurate in terms of Ann and well...being close to people. You could be some random marine and say your grandma died she will most likely laugh or snicker she doesn’t mean to she just doesn’t really know how to respond.  To me since Ann is Roger’s daughter I could see her sort of using laughter as a response to sad news, for example when Ann was told of Roger’s illness, I think she laughed.

She didn’t mean to but I think it became a coping mechanism or a defense mechanism for her. Sometimes people laugh in uncomfortable or distressing situations as a way to relieve tension or to distance themselves emotionally from the situation which is what I think Ann does.

 In Ann’s head those who confess to her don’t really know her so she laughs cause she’s both uncomfortable and has no clue how to handle such a confession what with her position and her most likely not knowing the guy’s name. Ann screams the sort to know those she thinks are worth her time the rest she honestly sees as extras.

It's one of the reasons people call her demon the way she responds to things isn’t exactly seen as normal. Cora was the first to see this and with his emotional intellect, I think he tacked on to Ann’s defense mechanism and didn’t really know how he could help his friend since he doesn’t have context. But knowing him he’d probably think it was something gruesome for her to end up like that. I could see him say he’ll shed tears for her as she would simply laugh.

Bell wouldn’t bat an eye to it maybe scold her now and again with the whack at the back of the head like Nami does to Luffy. But yeah she doesn’t really mind it. Garp, I don’t think would care maybe he would a little but won’t do anything about it, that’s how she copes and he gets it. Everyone is different after all.

Shanks and Buggy…well I think Shanks and Buggy both know she does it so they don’t bat an eye to it. Simply sighing exasperated at their little sister. Maybe Buggy would tease her ot tell her how to act like a small scold but she’d continue smiling. I could see him getting defensive if someone asked why she was acting like that, Shanks too.

Mihawk…I could see not even batting an eye to it maybe being a bit annoyed and exasperated. I could see him trying to be real with her but she just can’t. To get past that barrier I feel like was something Mihawk never could.

Aokiji now he’s interesting…I think at first he thought her to be weird but overtime when it came to getting to know her, he’d realise it was a coping mechanism and wouldn’t say anything about it. It wasn’t his business how she dealt with stuff. He wouldn’t even question it. Though that doesn’t make it any easier for him if he tried to compliment her or tell her something sad she’d still laugh maybe he would sigh, exasperated? I could see him maybe sitting down and waiting for her to stop as the two would then talk about it, Kuzan seems rather patient so maybe he’d be neutral to it?

Although I could see Kizaru messing with her to the point of which it would be too much for Ann as Kuzan would catch on to what Kizaru was doing and telling him to knock it off. Kizaru would tease Kuzan about being all protective, but Kuzan wouldn’t even bat an eye to it firmly focusing on getting Ann out of there, with her jaw aching and ribs just hurting. He could probably see how much of an anxious wreck she was and its in those quiet moments I could see him calming her down, hugging her maybe or having a nap together, it’s in those moments that the barrier between the two would break, Ann apologising for her inappropriate reaction while he would simply hold her and say to rest.

Heck, if Akainu saw it he’d probably yell at her only making her laugh even more making him even more mad. That’s when I could see Kuzan getting between the two and taking Ann out of there before Akainu did something.  Ann at that point would probably try to make jokes about Akainu but stop when seeing Kuzan’s unimpressed expression, a still silence would be between the two until Ann would apologise ashamed of her reaction. She knew it wasn’t normal but didn’t know how to stop it as Kuzan would simply hug her assuring her it was fine.

That’s my idea anyway…sorry if it’s too long.

[barryhotter]

what are your thoughts on draco in your barrycanon? can we get some musings on harry's childhood too? love ur brain btw x

barrycanon... kiss me anon.

putting a cut because i have a LOT of thoughts

HMM... i'm more of a harry potter supremacist, but draco malfoy is mostly like himself in canon but without much of the assholery. heavy on MUCH, because he is an asshole at heart, and harry's a closeted asshole so honestly

extremely dramatic, loves bitching to harry about milk subsitutes in the super market ("Have these people ever heard of almond milk without an aftertaste?"), and i think he grew his hair out a teeeeensy bit. just about to his neck, keeping it that way so harry can play with it. adorable.

i know you didn't ask about this, but i can never shut up so here we go! draco's childhood wasn't necessarily abusive, but neglectfully enabling, if you understand me?

his parents cared about him, persay, but in the way that they would just throw whatever he wanted at him if he had a tantrum. Young Draco was very very used to getting his way, and Lucius was very prone to giving it to him just to be done with it, so he isn't used to hearing no.

Him and his pureblood friends had childhoods consisting of running about manor houses, kicking house elves around and tutoring sessions in a library or a drawing room. Children are sponges, so the derogatory language Draco heard at the dinner table from his father had sunk into his mind as the right thing to say, and he didn't realise the contrary until it was too late.

I feel like lucius didn't OUTRIGHT say "muggleborns suck" but draco could use context clues from the nauseated scrunch of his nose and the offhand racist comments made at Sunday lunch while he read the Daily Prophet, you get the idea.

That's why he tries to sugarcoat it when he first meets Harry in Madam Rosmertas - "I don't think they should let the other sort in, do you?" he's not OUTWARDLY racist but the idea's still there. But Harry obviously doesn't get wizard racism, and friends him anyway.

In his Hogwarts years (in my mind) he doesn't shout slurs out like he did in canon but he just can't treat Hermione the same. He compliments Hermione's obvious academic overcompensation and thirst to succeed with a "You're good for a muggleborn" and even harrys like dude what the hell man

i don't have much to comment on adult draco because even my fingers get tired of typing about imaginary gay wizards but i WILL get back to you!!!

Harry's childhood was clearly abusive, even in canon. Any attempts at being anything than a helping hand around the house was responded to by him being shut up in a cupboard for god knows how long. He spent a lot of his time making friends with spiders and any bugs that managed to wriggle into his cupboard.

He spent crucial development years in isolation or extreme abuse or bullying. He doesn't warm up to people very easily and isn't the best trained on how to interact with them. He often mimicks the speech patterns of people around him to fit in for subconscious fear of being casted out for any abnormalities in the way he behaves.

Obviously with his extreme isolation he doesn't understand that the way he grew up wasn't normal. He had the clear idea that this wasn't "love" in his head, but even as a teenager he can't grasp the concept of just... living. Chilling around your house and NOT having to be doing some menial hard labour for simply relaxing.

He doesn't get bought anything, so he has a lot of "overdue" library books sitting on his shelf which never have and never will be returned. Absolute criminal.

When he's given his first proper christmas present by ron, he doesn't understand that it's HIS. i think that the way he just absorbed it was kinda unrealistic but i will touch on that later!

Also! Not asked but, after all the shebang with voldemort happens, Harry is a professional quidditch player. I don't make the rules i fear....

Bye bye now hug hug kiss kiss

[toxicanonymity]

Hey! Okay, so this is sort of out of the blue, and I apologize if it bothers you, feel free not to respond 😅

So anyways, I’ve recently started a fiction story that I was looking forwards to publishing, and it sort of made me realize that I really enjoy writing. Honestly though, I don’t have a clue as to where to start. And so I came to tumblr, and you (and your ADDICTING fics) were actually what sort of introduced me to tumblr? So I guess you’ve been something of an inspiration to me, i don’t know if that’s creepy or not but whatever.

Anyways, i was wondering if you could spare some tips on how to get started? Literally anything would be a huge help.

Hello! Thank you, I'm honored that you ask. Doesn't bother me at all of course. I wish I could be more helpful. I'm not sure if you're looking for writing tips or tumblr tips, so please feel free to follow with more detail. Btw I've been on tumblr less than a year and writing fic for less than a year so in some ways I am talking out of my ass :) but I'm honored you value my input. I have some writing tips here. And writing dark here. But writing is really personal and everyone has their own style so all i can really do is say what works for me.

I write what I want to write. I write best when I write what I feel like writing.

I draw inspiration from the source material as a starting point rather than characterization in other fics. I also don't go out of my way to try to be super different.

I try to describe what's happening in my my head and let it flow without worrying about "writing well."

I don't like to force my writing if it isn't flowing. sometimes i do try to force myself, but it rarely works, often wastes time, and can sometimes make things worse.

I don't tend to use outlines, but it seems to work very well for a lot of people and I wonder if it would help me. the most I do is post-it notes. but most of the time, not even that. for me before i start, if anything, normally it's just scraps and tidbits of word vomit.

For TUMBLR tips, I'd say:

look at the tags used by people who are posting similar content. explore those tags to see which are the most relevant and popular. only use tags that are relevant. put the most important ones at the front.

include warnings about anything explicit. it took me a minute to realize warnings are also used to entice/preview "the good stuff."

definitely use the "read more" function in your post, or people won't reblog it.

interact with other blogs in the fandom. you'll begin to see familiar usernames and might make friends.

If you write something and people beg for another part, that's a compliment, you don't have to take it as pressure, it's up to you what to do. I say this as someone who almost always folds but one of these days I might not feel like it.

Congratulations on writing! 💕

p.s. sorry I was slow, it's not personal I'm just way behind.

[infunred]

TEST 4: A DATE WITH MARKIPLI- I MEAN THE AMAZING ONE

It was a perfect day, because of course it was. Casey would have threatened the sky if it meant clearing the clouds. But luckily there was no need. They sit in a local coffee shop, dressed way too nicely for just hanging out. But they got too excited and wanted to impress Max. So much so that they showed up an hour early to make sure everything was perfect. And weirdly enough, most everyone has left except for the workers. Casey now sits, leg bouncing, waiting for Max to arrive.

Max slams open the door, rushing in, the bell ringing loudly above the door and startling Casey. He frantically looks around before spotting Casey and making an effort to slowly walk over like a normal member of society. Keyword: effort. “Hi, i'm so so so sorry i'm late, I was helping out a friend with a favor and I lost track of time and I really didn’t get any sleep last night and-” 

Considering Casey is the only customer currently in the shop, Max does not pull off the cool transition well. He tries to take a deep breath to stop breathing so damn fast. He’s a bit out of shape. “And I’m really sorry I wasted your time like that” Max is really only 20 minutes late, but to him it feels like 2 hours. “How um, how are you?” Although he was late, it didn't bother Casey as much as they thought that it should, and they gave him a wide smile. "No need to apologize!" They (not so subtly) show off the fancy dress they wore for the evening. "It's nice of you to help out a friend, and you weren't too late, I was only just getting bored." 

They responded with a giggle, "I'm great. Especially now that you're here."

Casey is full flung head over heels at the sight of Max.

“Awwww, that’s so sweet of you to say!” Max’s face flushes. “I have to say, you look absolutely magnificent. I especially love the stitching and embroidery at the hem. I’ve never seen you wear a dress like that before but it looks almost like it was made for you.”

The dress was made for them. They had their tailor make something just for today.

“Where did you buy i- uhh, I mean… uh… never mind, I’m sure you don’t want to discuss fashion with a guy like me” Max laughs nervously.

"Oh- uhm I bought it at…Claire's?" It was a lie. They got it from their personal tailor. "Thank you so much for the compliments! I know it's a little fancy for a cafe but I wanted to impress you."

Max very well knows that dresses aren’t sold at Claire’s. “Um, Claire’s, huh. Well you’re very lucky… Was it like a promotion or something?”

Casey has no clue what to say as they have little knowledge on what Claire’s actually sells. The safe answer would be ‘Yes, something like that,’ but then again, this is Casey Briar. Completely unpredictable and incredible at embarrassing themself. Hide your washing machines.

“I’ll stop asking about the dress, I'm being kinda weird” Max rubs the back of his neck.

"No! No, you're fine! I honestly like being able to talk to someone about dresses, no one I know really cares about fashion." Casey looks at their hands in their lap.

Max stammers. “I, ha, I mean, I don’t…um” 

"Are you not into fashion?" Casey frowned.

“Ah, um. I mean, “ Max hears a slight ringing in their ear. They should really open up to Casey, they only mean the best. “Yes, I’m into fashion,” he takes a deep breath. The ringing stops. “At least sort of, I mean, I don’t really care about…Well, any of the modern stuff I suppose. it’s all kinda… sweatshop-y? No one does their stitching right and it bothers me because like, I can see it right? Like it’s right in front of my eyeballs. I can see the effects of slave labour and just, it feels like no one ever cares to pay attention to it? I mean, everyone has like 40 print tees with dumb brands on them, and yet if you destroy one of their beloved graphic tees, half the time they wouldn’t even notice? I mean hell, half of it ends up in the landfill anyway. But the worst part is the clothes aren’t even good at being clothes, like. They fall apart in days, and they almost never darn nicely, and just. It sucks.” Max realizes. “Um… I’m rambling aren’t I, I’m sorry. I can shut up, I feel like I haven’t given you a chance to speak at all”

"No, I actually like listening to you. You know a lot." They tucked a stray strand of hair behind their ear. "And with such standards it makes me even more happy you complimented my dress earlier.."

Max smiles, relieved. “Aww, I mean, I feel like it’s the basics of ethical wear, but, sorry I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Yes, I really mean it about the dress, it’s magnificent. What do you think about fashion if I may ask?”

A blush made its way to Casey’s cheeks. "Uhm, I've never made clothes myself and most of mine are made by my tailor, but I really enjoy cute clothes. The ones that show off my waist, and fit well with my jewelry. I sometimes watch my tailor when he sews and I've tried it out once! I pricked my finger and he said I wouldn't be allowed to touch the needles again but it was so fun to see the dresses he made come together." They ended up rambling. "Ah, sorry, now I'm the one talking your ear off."

“Don’t worry about it, I think it’s super cool you hired a tailor. I did the same back when I was learning. It’s pretty easy once you know all the stitches, but you know, that takes a while.” Max relaxes a bit in his chair. “Hey, If ever you want help with an outfit and your tailor’s busy, feel free to give me a shout. I’m a bit of an amateur, but I know enough of the basics I’m sure I could lend a hand!” 

While the two chat, the workers behind the counter whisper among themselves before one finally walks around to the table. He nervously smiles and asks “Would you two like to order anything?”

"Yes please!" Casey started their very long and specific order that they order every time they come to this cafe. The workers already know their order but they still say it out loud every single time to their annoyance, 'just in case' they forget, even though they absolutely could just say 'my usual' and they'd get the same order. "Did you get all that? I can repeat it if needed." The waiter shakes his head and finishes drawing a squid in his notepad, because he knows if he doesn’t ‘write it down’ then Casey will repeat it, but he doesn’t mind. Helps him practice drawing. “Yup! Got it all down. Your usual!”

 Casey looks over. "What would you like, Max?"

“I’m really sorry, I uh, don’t know what the drinks on this menu are… Um, do you guys have frozen drinks? Like a frappe?”

“Well, yes we do, but we don’t call them frappe’s. Well no, we’re not supposed to call them frappe’s. They’re called…” the waiter sighs “Réveil Glacé…”

“Can I have a large er ‘Ruhvale Glass eh’?”

“We don’t have large’s we have Cup, Mug, and Vase. A large is a vase.”The waiter looks more and more miserable as he explains the shop's poor wording.

“A um, a ‘vaws’ of that previous drink then?” Max says, very sure he butchered the pronunciation.

“It’s- it’s just Vase. Like- something you put flowers in. It’s not French.”

“Oh um,” Max blushes. “Right. That then.”

The waiter nods and heads back behind the counter to make the drinks.

Casey tries to contain their laughter, failing, as they try to soothe Max. "It's okay hun, your pronunciation was amazing. I'm so proud of you." Max clearly looks EXHAUSTED from that exchange. 

“Fr- f- French is really hard Casey. It- it’s my worst subject…” He frowns.

"That's okay, it doesn't make you any less amazing." Casey is fluent in French, their mother made them learn it because it was a ‘dignified language’. They’re being kind to Max right now.

“We’ve only been studying it 4 years, it’s no fair they want me to understand whole entire sentences.” It’s completely fair for the school to expect them to understand full sentences, in fact it’s a miracle Max made it to French 4.

Casey almost laughed at that, but they held themself together. "It's okay, do you want me to tutor you? I'm. Pretty decent at French."

Max smiles. “That would be nice. I don’t know if it’s ahead of your learning, but if you can help me with passay ant-earier, I might be able to start on my assignment.”

"... I'm sure I can help you, don't worry." Casey had absolutely no clue what he was attempting to say in French. The narrator doesn’t know either. It also seems Max doesn’t.

The waiter walks back again two drinks in hand. One that looks to be a mountain of treats on top of coffee and the other, a usual frappe. He sets them down and asks “Would you two like anything else?”

"Yes, can we have a few cookies?" Casey asks, clasping their hands together.

“Sure! We have chocolate chip, sugar, raisin, double chocolate, vanilla, macaroons, macadamia nut, almond, and honey crisp.”

"Are you allergic to nuts, Max?"

“Just peanuts, the rest are fine, if you know there is no peanut oil or anything”

"Uh." Casey turns to the waiter, "Can we have all of them except for the ones with peanut oil?"

The waiter nods. “Sounds good! One of each or two?”

"Two, please!"

He smiles and says “coming up!” And quickly heads to the cookie display. The waiter comes back with a large plate of cookies and says “Enjoy!” Before heading back to the counter

“Hey Um. Thanks for all this.” Max fidgets with his hands. “I wouldn’t have ever thought to do something nice like this on my own and it’s really nice to be able to take a break from all the messiness in my life. Well, most of the messiness anyway.” He smiles. “You’re a really good person, Casey. I mean I’m sure you get that all the time but, I still think it needs to be said.” Despite being told that every day, for once it’s obvious that Max truly means it.

"Actually, I don't hear it that much.." Casey’s face goes red. "You're the first to, like, actually say I'm a nice person and not say it just cuz there's something to gain from being friends with me." This time, they looked from their hands and smiled at Max. "Thank you so much. If you ever need a break, you have my number, I'll always make time for you. Even if it's the end of the world."

Max blushes. “That’s really sweet. Though, the end of the world may come sooner than we think. Whole lot of capes these days and their powers can be anything. I heard one guy can freeze everything for half a mile around… All I’m saying is- you mean a lot to me, so take care of yourself, okay?”

The way he talked about capes caused them to pause, not sure how to respond. They just said, "Thank you. You too, Max. You mean a lot to me too."

The sky starts to turn red as the sun goes down. “We will close soon, just so you know.” the waiter calls out.

"Oh! Time flew by, huh? Well, I'm sure you have other things to do so we can call it a day?"

“Oh, yeah! Maybe text me sometime, again and um, I’ll, uh. Um.”

Casey giggles, "I'll text you." Then, they leaned over and pressed a small kiss on Max’s cheek. "See you, Maxie. This was fun!"

The narrator screams. Max is completely speechless.

Casey’s phone rings and after checking it, it appears to be their mother. Their wonderful time just got crushed, their mom was wanting to know where they were and why they weren't home. As they read the texts their face fell, it appeared she had been texting for hours at this point and they hadn't checked. There was no way they were getting off easy when they got home. They whispered under their breath. “Fuck.” The phone falls silent as the call finally stops. Right after it starts to ring again. Casey knows she won’t call a third time.

They quickly rushed out the door, waving goodbye to Max. As the door swings shut, Casey looks back to meet Max’s eye. Their eyes are full of tears, and their face is pale. Then the door shuts and the waiter looks to Max. “Don’t worry about paying, they prepaid and what not. I hope you had a lovely day!” 

Casey takes the call. "Yes, mother?"

“Where are you?” The voice is cold.

"I'm on my way home, I'm sorry, I didn't see the texts until now."

“I don’t want to have to wait for you. Either fly home or tell the driver where you are, we have dinner in 30 minutes and you will not be late. We are having very important guests over.”

"I'm sorry, I'll be home." They kept their voice from breaking mid sentence.

Casey’s mother hangs up, and the driver soon texts “Where may I pick you up?”

Casey sends the address to their driver and waits, their dress was now wet from their tears and it made them even more frustrated. Even though they wanted this date to end well, nothing does for them, they wonder why they got their hopes up from the beginning. The driver soon arrives, and when seeing the sight of Casey as they climb into the car she looks a little sad. She says quietly

 “There are tissues in the door, dear. And….your mother requested you change into the outfit she chose. It should be on the seat next to you.”

"Thank you." They whispered to the driver and wiped the tear stains from their face. They were glad they wore water-proof makeup or else their dress would be even more ruined. The dress their mother chose wasn't ugly, it was a fancy dress that they knew she made to suit her child, but they hated it because it didn't feel like theirs. It made them frustrated. They put it on anyway, knowing that they'd get in trouble if they didn't.

They arrive at the entrance of the Briar residence, Casey’s mother waiting impatiently. “You look lovely, dear.”

END.

[combatfaerie]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Taken from the fabulous @ashleyfanfic

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

In my current account, 101. I really wish I'd broken down FLAMES differently; maybe I'd get more feedback/interest if I had. But right now, I have 100 WWE fics and one AEW.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,961,702. (Hopefully I'll hit 2 million by the end of the year.)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly WWE right now. I had another AEW House of Black one started, so hopefully I'll finish that someday. I miss writing book-based fic, but I need to find another series I really love.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Flames, The Arrangement, Lass Ride, Pack Mentality, Queens of the Underground. (Flames: Bonus Scenes was technically in third, but it's really just a collection of random additional scenes.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to. I figure if someone's nice enough to take the time to leave a comment, I can take the time to reply.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have no clue. Everyone defines "angst" a bit differently. I guess I'd say either THE WIND BETWEEN THE STARS or UNFIENDED.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Um.... offhand, I don't know. Common Grounds, maybe?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got a few comments on Flames and The Arrangement. Not often, and I'm pretty sure I know who they're from.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. I mean, I guess it's smut? I don't know. Like angst, that's a word everyone seems to define slightly differently. The ROSE & THORN stories are basically just smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have, but that was for previous fandoms. I haven't written any wrestling ones yet. (Though I was tempted to try a WWE/Westworld one.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. Not any of my wrestling ones (at least not to my knowledge), but from previous fandoms.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only once. I'm not great at it.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

For my current fandoms, it's still Becky/Seth. Overall, probably Catwoman/Batman. (I got an early start in comics, so most of my earliest fannish stuff is comic-based.)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Disruptors. Or the "Finn's a vampire and Becky's his donor (but not for much longer)", sadly. I just can't remember enough of what I intended for them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told "normal moments", which I guess is a nice compliment. I like "slice of life" stories, but they don't seem very common in fanfic, at least not wrestling fic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything else? I know I'm not great at pacing and like most writers, I have words/concepts I overuse.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't mind it, in moderation. I don't agree with people who say that people don't just drop a non-English word into an English sentence. Sometimes the non-English word fits better. Sometimes it's what you're used to. Sometimes you're so mad/sad/intense/whatever that languages start getting mixed up in your head. Our actual dialogue—spoken, thought, etc.—is rarely as crisp and concise as writing makes it out to be.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

X-Men, probably.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

My fave of faves is from a different fandom. From WWE, I don't know. I'll probably always have a soft spot for THE WIND BETWEEN THE STARS (and no, that's not a thinly veiled attempt to get more people to read it). I also have a fondness for BREAKER OF RINGS and kind of wish I'd made it an original story, but c'est la vie.

[delusionaid]

@aequitaes cont (x) [don't even..]

“Oh, certainty!? Certainty, you say?” He became increasingly frustrated at mentioning or insinuating a particular scribe and set off on a tangent. “That man is so certain of his view; he talks as though he understands both sides and is still right in his base of knowledge!” He groans, another sip of wine. How many glasses was this now?

“Anyway...” A feeling of frustration consumes him as his slender fingers card through blond, red jasper eyes concealed for a moment as he sighs. Although he had barely seen his roommate that day, the mere mention of him filled his mind with agitation. Knowing that Alhaitham wasn’t in a similar position itched at his mind more. His best guess would be at home reading a book - no clue. His hand barely moved as he called out to Lambad, “Another glass, please, boss!”. No rush to go home and enjoy the company. “It has never occurred to me when we’ve socialised that you weren’t deep in thought or expressive of something that took your interest – which is nice, different to have a friend like that.” An individual who was intrinsically unwilling to start an argument simply because of an opinion or viewpoint… Taking another sip while toasting Tighnari, complimenting their friendship. “But, like you, I have much more I want to see and do.” As a result of the amount of alcohol he consumed, he may have felt sentimental and more pressing in his thoughts, glancing in no particular direction as he continues, “Items collect dust, memories fade, but buildings endure for hundreds of years… long beyond our lifetime.” However, it was primarily incorporated into his work. His attention to detail would make him lose sleep - but ultimately - give him his name for such fine craftsmanship. Despite not knowing his status among Sumeru, Kaveh’s work was renowned. In such contemplation, he takes a moment to lift heavy eyelids, and his gaze finally returns to his friend. In response to his friend’s request, Kaveh changed his demeanour entirely. Despite being far too eager to help within his means, he takes a second sip and considers it. “It’s always so hot in the desert…” he groans, “and there’s never any shelter…” A sigh comes from him. As he accepted his freshly poured glass of wine and tilted it towards his friend, he said, “Travelling alone is certainly worse…Perhaps I just need a short break to get myself out of this rut – who knows, maybe it will give me some inspiration!”

Tighnari holds back his chuckle but he can't quite keep the smile off his face. Kaveh's frustration, as long as it's not about serious things, is entertaining under normal circumstances but infinitely more so when he's had a few glasses too many. If Tighnari didn't know that, at the heart of things, Kaveh was quite content with his situation, despite his continuous lamenting, he would have long advised him to seek a little distance from Alhaitham - for both their sake - but as it is he is prepared to hear about and entertain it whenever they come together.

"Well, he is good at considering both sides of an argument in advance, you have to hand him that. And.. he is right about a lot of things - if you can follow his line of argument.." Tighnari responds, still musing about it as he answers. He considers himself fairly smart but sometimes when Alhaitham goes off into his lengthy explanations on why a certain behavior or assumption is the most (if not only) logical conclusion he finds his mind drifting off three-fourths in.

"Oh?" Tighnari's pulled from his own contemplations about Alhaitham by Kaveh's words, which seem to be meant as a compliment of sorts but having missed the first half of them Tighnari isn't sure. (They probably were; Kaveh usually has a thing for talking favorably about people with the one shining exception.) He raises his glass for another toast before emptying it and lets out a small sound of surprise when it's immediately replaced by a freshly filled one. Apparently Lambad decided it would be a longer night for both of them and took the liberty of renewing Tighnari's order when Kaveh placed his. "Thank you, Lambad," Tighnari says, briefly placing his palm over the glass. "But that's the last one for me or else I'll get lost on the way home."

Would Cyno come find him if he did?

"So they do.." Tighnari agrees, smiling at the memory of Kaveh's famed creation. It is stunning even to someone like him who vastly prefers the palaces and cathedrals built by nature. Though imperfect to some they are in no way inferior to man-made buildings - quite the contrary. They often withstand time and the elements far longer and leave less of an imprint than their artificial counterparts. But just like animals or plants, people are part of this world and as such perhaps have a right to leave their mark on it, however it may look. It's a thought Tighnari tries to make peace with but struggles to do so whenever he's faced with the destruction humans cause in their greed and ignorance.

"Don't I know it.." Tighnari agrees, his ears folding back at the thought of the dreaded heat. "I don't want it to be a lengthy trip - just long enough so I can gather what I need. I wouldn't go there myself if I had another choice; you know how much I dislike the desert.." As much as Kaveh is implying that the desert is not a nice place to visit, his interest seems a little peaked at least. "So you're coming with me?" Tighnari asks, hopeful.

[scnsualforalphas]

Should he have enlightened Daniel about the way their dynamic and love language wouldn't exactly be considered normal by most people? Maybe. It wasn't like Luca had never questioned his decision to respond to his boyfriend's primal urges and behaviors like it was a given; from the moment he had first realized Daniel's obliviousness about the uniqueness of his way to show affection and passion, the shorter man had considered if he should point it out to his lover. But then again, why? What was the point? Maybe Luca was simply stubborn, but he refused to let societal norms dictate the way their relationship needed to function, and he was honestly scared that letting Daniel know might create doubts and insecurities in the other were none were needed. Before meeting the taller man, Luca had never even imagined a dynamic like theirs, and yet now that he was experiencing it every day, he knew he wanted to show and be shown his love no other way. From the effortlessly charming and romantic gestures Daniel showered him with in public, to the carnal, relentless and insatiable way the other ravished him at home, fucked him within an inch of his life and left him covered in his seed... all of it was part of their love language, and Luca did not want any part of it taken from him just because of outside voices judging them for it. But yes, sometimes he did wonder if he should be the one clueing his boyfriend in, instead of some friend or coworker one day randomly making Daniel realize that they, unlike him, were not pounding their partners throughout their apartments all day and night like free-use fuck dolls.

He chuckled softly when the other realized the reason why he'd been in the kitchen in the first place; Luca knew fully well that it wasn't fair to say Daniel was dumb, instead knowing that the other's mind had not even bothered to think about that fact as he'd been solely focusing on quenching his thirst and mounting his lover's ass until Luca was flooded with his cum and covered in it, too. Well, that mission was accomplished. Smiling happily against Daniel's lips, the smaller male reveled in the comfort of his boyfriend's muscular arms holding him tight, grateful for the comfort as he felt his knees still a bit weak after the intense fucking and those orgasms, both his own and Daniel's. "I do hope I haven't burnt it now", he teased jokingly, eyes lighting up with pride and joy as his cooking was complimented by Daniel. Luca wasn't so sure if his cooking was actually anything out of the ordinary; either way, it was obvious that his lover was genuinely enjoying his meals, which was all that mattered to him anyway.

He could feel it before Daniel pointed it out - it was pretty much impossible to be so close to his boyfriend and not notice that massive cock standing hard and proud. "Of course you are", Luca chuckled, biting his lip; the other's incredible stamina never seized to amaze him, and he truly was motivated to do his very best to keep up. "Hungry and horny, hmm? What are we gonna do about that...", he purred with a smirk on his lips, hand reaching out to wrap his fingers gently around his boyfriend's enormous dick. "Would you like me to suck you off under the table while you eat?" He suggested, leaning in and placing a kiss on Daniel's chest. "Or maybe I could sit in your lap during dinner, hm? Ride that perfect dick... Take care of my incredibly sexy boyfriend and be amazed at how I can be so lucky..."

And this, quite simply, was how Daniel showed his love for the other and, in his mind, there wasn't anything out-of-the-ordinary about it. What greater expression of love was there than covering your partner in your load? How much more could he make Luca physically feel his love than when he was railing him within an inch of his life? It made sense to him and Luca had never corrected him; only responded in kind and with encouragement so, truly, Daniel had never clued up to the fact that his expressions of love were anything but normal. He beamed at the other's responses, continuing his much softer displays of affection- fixing the other's hair, soft kisses and feeding him little scoops of his seed. They hardly went a few hours without seeing each other, so when Daniel's schedule sometimes meant he had to leave home for work and errands for a solid day it almost felt like a lifetime away from Luca. Yes, they were that kind of couple- always together but somehow never tiring of each other's company.

"More for you than anything else," he cooed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his much shorter boyfriends forehead, "Mmm, you're the best," he didn't know how the other just knew him so well. Daniel always admired how insightful and thoughtful Luca was - never one realizing that he himself was just very easy to predict - it just amazed him how his boyfriend always seemed to know what he needed or how to plan ahead for things. "Ohh, that's what you were doing in the kitchen-" he realized softly, only now remembering that that was even where he'd found the other in the first place. Everything being a blur of simply needing to be inside Luca more than taking notice of any other detail. "Fuck, yes! I love it when you cook. Bet it's gonna be amazing- nobody cooks like you, babe," he smiled somewhat dumbly, leaning down to kiss the other again, just because he could- his muscular arms having wrapped around Luca by this point and holding him close, softly stroking his thumb across the small of the other's back.

They kissed for a while, just slow and gentle before Daniel slowly broke the kiss, looking down between them, "But ... I'm still hard," he pointed out bluntly, almost a little confusedly. Then, looking up from his proudly hard cock, the massive member between them and pouting cutely at his boyfriend as though he truly wasn't sure what to do about it.

[slayerchick303]

To the people in Florida who extended the so-called "parental rights" bill into 12th grade:

You all are stupid. Not only is this whole thing racist, antisemitic, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc, at any age, but your young people are going to find/create this stuff even with your attempt at suppression. You may as well support them in accepting themselves and others as they grow up.

The smutiest slash fan-fiction I ever read was written by a teenager. I had no clue while reading it, of course. The author's note mentioned they were writing the story in the library between classes. I wrote in a compliment for the story and asked if they were majoring in Literature because it'd be a good fit for them. They responded, saying they were still in high school.

This was in like 2009. Fan-fiction has only gained popularity. It has become especially popular for LGBTQ+ young people, young people living in repressive/unsupportive households overall, and BIPOC young people.

Parents supposedly worried about "our children being exposed to age-inappropriate material" are pushing them into finding ACTUAL age-inappropriate material to educate themselves! If your kid learns about LGBTQ+ people from a kids' book when they're young, they'll know people like that exist, and it's normal. When they're not given resources like that, if they grow up and experience any feelings on the LGBTQ+ spectrum, they may go exploring on actual areas of the internet that are not appropriate for their age! Even if they can't access adult content websites that will be blocked by parental controls, there's plenty of other stuff out there they shouldn't see. I think we can all agree that many stories on AO3, Wattpad, FanFic, and Tumblr are not something a 10-year-old should read. Think about it. Would you have turned on age filters for stories when you were young, or would you have wanted to search through every story possible to find something you could relate to? Kristin Chirico said that she was writing smut slash fanfics at like 12 years old. Some of you would be surprised by how common teens writing those are. Not to mention some fan art out there.

I know more than one guy my age who was educated on safe sex practices by the US version of Queer as Folk as 11 and 12-year-olds. One of them was even out at that age. Granted, it's awesome that the US QAF actually addressed that, seeing as the original ignored it. Still, if you've seen the show, you'll know it should NOT be viewed by a child. The US QAF was slightly problematic even by 1999 standards (very by today's) but was completely revolutionary at the time. I still love it to this day despite its many, many problems. Side note: adults, if you're going to begin the show now, try to find the DVDs. The digital versions changed the music, and the show is borderline unwatchable with royalty-free music when the original soundtrack was so important and great. (I'll try to hook you up with the DVDs/digital versions with original music if I can. Virtually everyone I know believes the show would be rated NC-17 if it were a film, so I won't help you if you're under 17 or will watch the show with someone who is).

I've also seen so many tweets and Tumblr posts from people who wrote their own self-insert fan-fic(s) when they were young/are young people now, because there were no/few or horribly written people of color in the original work. They loved the source material, but it sucked to see themselves not at all or poorly represented, so they fixed those failings in their version(s).

Many places in the US are blocking (or trying to block) history classes from teaching, or banning/editing books that might make young people "feel bad about their racial heritage" (which is code for: don't teach white young people their ancestors enslaved BIPOCs throughout history. Don't tell white young people about the horrific abuse BIPOCs, Jewish, and other marginalized people suffered at the hands of white people then, and how it continues to affect our systems to this day. Don't teach it in case it makes white young people feel a little bad. It doesn't matter that marginalized young people live with this knowledge every day). Whitewashing this history, even more than we already do, will only make your children stupid bigots. That's fine with the people supporting these laws, of course, because they're bigots anyway. Their entire purpose in supporting these laws is to segregate their children from their BIPOC, marginalized, and non-Christian peers. Any knowledge of what marginalized people have gone through in our history, and what they continue to endure because of the unjust systems rich, white, cishet men used as the foundation of this country, may educate their young white people that things need to change to make things actually equitable in the US. That might encourage the young people to enact change that would entail some white, cishet, Christian people to be uncomfortable, and one can't have that! *sarcastic gasp*

In summary, these laws stupid (to put it mildly), and they're doing your children a disservice in every way. Not only that, the laws won't work, and some will actually drive your children into TRULY age-inappropriate content.

I ask these parents: is it worse for your 1st grader to learn about gay penguins who save an abandoned egg and raise it together, or for them to learn about gay people from inauthentic and unsafe explicit gay sex scenes in fan-fics when they're 10? Should your kid learn what being trans/nonbinary is from an educated teacher when they're about to go through puberty and possibly begin to experience gender dysphoria if they're trans, or would you rather them think there's something wrong with them for being trans, they can't talk to anyone, and should unalive themselves because of it? Should you teach your children about the injustices their ancestors perpetrated on the ancestors of some of their peers who just happen to look and/or have been raised differently from them, and how that changes their peers' experience in life, or is it better for your children to lack empathy and be totally unprepared if they seek higher education because actual history was withheld from them?

You all who support these laws are doing young people no favors. Don't let your bigotry that motivates these laws hurt your children. That's the only thing these restrictions are going to accomplish.

[oh-katsuki]

you’re so cute when you get flustered

hhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh

thank you,,, I’m sorry I’m bad at responding to these things

I’m not too sure what makes me cute but I appreciate the compliment!!!

[lightcreators]

Introductions --- or casual communication --- with himself towards that particular landscape were only the tip of an iceberg he would dig bit by bit … Discovery needed to be an pleasant path, and most of all, consciousness concerning sleeping potential would have to be realized. It was after all what himself merited to receive, as supporting a boy having his name, his true name, could only be flattered to get clues about how behaving … knowing as much he could be forever alone inside the outside world, there would be someone watching over him, there would be someone that would want another kind of ending for him. Immediate nod showing up in front of his compliment, when for once, actual childish innocence flattered once more his features. Way of such brightness was something he was rediscovering at the moment, when it really had been a long time he didn't honestly experencied such a thing … not that he needed to know that, though. If he could exposing easily tirades in these metaphors, it comes from an accustomance. Other metaphors and comparaisons had been left behind for the moment, not orally expressed, but were always immensitly taken in consideration mentally. One word he will forcing himself not to exposing too much brutally at the moment --- as his own foundations remained fragile. ❝ As the lead actor in my play, I have to constantly have dramatics to offer. ❞ Maybe he should have say something else than it, as he wanted to adding something else, something more. ❝ Words have a power that is quite appreciable, and I like to impress a demanding audience. ❞ Neither how he wanted to respond normally upon how he gained such audition, and would transform an Shakespearean tragedy into an comedy !

❝ We are holding a mirror to their own darkness. ❞ He corrected quietly after an considering moment of listening to his words. ❝ We are not to blame if they were the ones with filth. We are not to blame if our presence awakening their obscurity. We are not to blame if be around us exposing how much obscurity their soul have. ❞ He insisted over it, as he preferred keep his words over that reflection thing for later. As, how he was questionning over their own darkness, he couldn't help to amusingly laugh as he was flattered. ❝ Is our darkness really a problem for anyone ? ❞ There was a real relaxation and pleasure in using this sentence as an unexpected weapon. ❝ Is our darkness caused harm to anyone who didn't merited it ? Is our darkness merit to be faced, when we had been eaten by it ? ❞ Some obscurity could swallowing him whole, and there was no reassurance he could offer. How his fragile glass could be fragmented again would be part of an trauma no one would ever be able to recover, and whatever effort would just ressurecting an initial broken vase … Oh, some people believed they could repair him. Foolishly. It was part of the cruetly. ❝ I have no wish to see the emptiness in our eyes again or admire our decline like an empty doll. ❞ On the second point, he had nothing to bring reassureance --- ❝ Maybe after burning the world, this fleeting feeling of anger will pass. Maybe. Perhaps the agonies of the underground trembling beneath my feet could eventually calm me down. Do not be quick to ask for darkness to welcome you as a temporary pillow. Do not be quick to ask for the day when this anger will be charitable to you, as single solace you have left in this world. ❞ Concerning the rest of his sentences, well .. someone will see beyond his darkness. Someone will be able to see beyond selfish intent, but there was always selfishness regardless offered gentleness associated to the gesture. ❝ Our lights can be recognized while leaving this path followed by a disappointed hope, desires too great, a confidence too fragile. It's not impossible, but I cannot claim that something is easy, that something will be easily obtained, that a return to the past is possible once appearance behind the appearance has been discovered. Our minds are too guarded. Even if it's our light is permitted, will the world let us show it ? ❞ With that, he would have confessed a big portion of experience without saying too much, brilliant !

Lack of reaction but gentle observation was presented as his mirroring self watched him. He was happy to had amused him with his musings. He was amused of circumstances. There was another nod, when at least, with himself, no need to show his relentless abilities as a heartless sadist with no particular compassion when he wanted to take advantage of the moment to have fun. Revealing how adorable he really could be was still something he had to get used to, as if he had gotten used to denying what he wanted to be. ❝ The fun never ends. ❞ He was an eternal malcontent who would never find the limit of sufficiency. ❝ I'd rather be the one running the game than be the one being played. ❞ He commented. ❝ It's a metaphor that nevertheless represents us. We tried to get out of the cocoon once, but hands forced us to go back in by force … and once in the open air, having become a butterfly, other hands wanted to tear off our wings, from which we fled. Many butterflies exist, but we can be of a particular kind. Those of tales and legends, filled with mysteries. Making the darkness our friends makes it possible to tame it, to stop being eternally devoured by it … and I'm not telling you anything new by how unfair the world has been. ❞ As his hands were taken within his mirror hands, there was another gentle smile. Nevertheless, there was no more reaction to be called Jim Macken. It was maybe the moment to just … just exposing one tiny detail … as totally uncanny it might be. ❝ Alois ☆ ❞ Speaking over the Trancy name would not bring an desired reaction, hence, immediatly, he had to insisting rather over that name. ❝ I would prefer you call me Alois. Am I not the Alois you could dream of becoming ? Am I not the Alois who rules the darkness and subjects the world to his whims ? Am I not the Alois who looks at greatness with mockery ? Have you ever wanted to completely dominate this terrifying darkness ? ❞ He expressed more quietly as he could, as slowly, he tapped his own nose playfully. ❝ You can find your own voice, your own strength and your own power in this darkness. No longer become the terrified one but the one who frightens. While being able to gain what we desire. With difficulty, with trials, but it is possible. This irony can be our strength. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Alois let out a chuckle, shaking his head at his own musings.

❛ You really do have a flair for the dramatics, don't you? Here you are, waxing poetic about shadows and invisibility like you're auditioning for a Shakespearean tragedy. ❜

He paused, considering his words. Alois laughed again, a bit more bitterly this time.

❛ Oh, those noble fools, thinking they're so above it all. They can't see their own filth, and one day, they'll have to scrub it off with their own hands. But even in their ignorance, they hold a mirror to our own darkness. We wait for the day they face their horrors, but what of our own? Will we ever confront the shadows within, or will we remain content in our righteous anger, our destructive rage? ❜

He smirked, his mind drifting to the idea of someone looking at him kindly.

❛ If someone did see us, they'd probably want something, right? But maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance they wouldn’t. Trust is a fragile thing, easily shattered by the harshness of reality. Yet, deep down, isn't there a sliver of hope? A hope that maybe, just maybe, someone could see beyond the darkness, beyond the shadows, and find the light within us? ❜

He opens his eyes again and look over at the mirror imaged of himself with a twinkle of amusement.

❛ But then again, isn't that the fun of it all? The unpredictability, the games we play? A caterpillar turning into a butterfly, wings broken but still flying. It's a bit poetic, don't you think? Maybe our rage and darkness really are our friends, giving us the strength to keep going. ❜

The earl gently grabs his mirror’s hand with a satisfied grin across his face.

❛ Oh, Jim Macken let us laugh at the bittersweet irony of it all. We are but shadows in a world that fears the dark. And yet, it is in the darkness that we find our strength, our voice, our power. ❜

[goingmorry]

[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> when some guy asks them if you're single

Part One | Part Two

Characters: Luffy, Sabo, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: reader-insert, gender-neutral reader, overprotective, possessive, jealousy, violence

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the likes and reblogs. I appreciate all the love! 💖

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Easily gets distracted. The guy asks about you, and all Luffy can think about at that moment is spending time with you.

The question doesn't process in his head until the man asks it several times.

And even then, Luffy misunderstands.

He doesn't mean to make the other guy jealous, but he so does.

"You're their Captain, right?" the man addresses the straw hat pirate.

"Yup! I'm Luffy, the man who will become the Pirate King!"

"Right... I was wondering, y'know, as their captain... Are you aware if they have a special someone?"

"They? Oh - they're amazing, aren't they!" Luffy compliments you, ignoring the man's question, "I'm actually supposed to be helping them with their training! Maybe I should do that right now, huh?"

"No - That's not what I asked. I mean, do you know if they have a special someone?" The man attempts to steer the conversation back to his intended topic.

"Special... someone?" Luffy's eyebrows furrow in confusion before comprehension sets in, "Ah, I get it! Their crew! Their crew is special to them!"

The man looks at Luffy in disbelief, "No! That's not what I meant-"

Before the guy can get his point across, Luffy extends his rubber arms to fling himself across the island, directly crashing into your unsuspecting body.

"Luffy - what!?" you shout in surprise.

Luffy responds by wrapping his arms around you in a full-body hug, his signature 'shishishi' laughter ringing in your ears.

From across the island, the man observes your exchange with the straw hat pirate, disappointment and jealousy etched into his face.

SABO

He’s an absolute troll.

Messes with the guy by pretending to be clueless.

Ends up acting like a seemingly psychotic, overly possessive boyfriend. He's not. Trust him.

"Are they what now?" Sabo fights off the smile threatening to spill from his lips.

"Are they single?" the man repeats for the third time.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," Sabo motions to his ear, giving it a gentle tap, "I have trouble hearing. Can you please repeat that?"

The man's eyes soften in pity as he repeats the same question for the fourth time.

"Is who single?" Sabo asks again, appearing to make every effort to understand the guy's question.

The man clarifies another time. But before he can tell the blond Revolutionary to forget about it, Sabo perks up in feign recognition.

"Oh! Are they single?"

"Yes! You got it," the man exclaims, satisfied that his question finally got through.

Sabo taps his chin in thought, "Not that I know. Though I heard rumors that the guy they're with is a really fearsome man. Not someone you want to mess with."

The guy deflates at Sabo's response, "Are they now? They a pirate or a Marine... or something?"

"Mmm... Something like that," Sabo's fingers tap against the table in front of him, gloved hands obscuring the flames beneath his fingertips, "Ever heard of the Revolutionaries?"

The man nods in acknowledgment. "Rumors and the like. Never seen them myself, though."

"Same here," Sabo says absentmindedly. He motions for the other guy to lend him an ear, leaning over for a whisper.

"I would watch myself if I were you. Don't want to anger a group of strangers you don't know much about."

The man flinches away at Sabo's warning - or threat; the man wasn't sure. Sabo gives him a friendly smile in return, convincing the other guy that it may have just been a well-meaning warning between two close friends.

"G-gotcha. Thanks," the guy abruptly stands up, motioning toward the exit, "I better get going."

"It was nice to meet you, friend," Sabo calls out, his friendly smile morphing into a sinister one at the man's retreating figure.

KILLER

The definition of cool, calm, and collected.

Immediately becomes suspicious of the other man for asking about you.

Puts-thinking-cap-on.gif.

What does this strange man want with you? Why did he ask Killer in particular? What would this man do if you were already taken? Would he still try to pursue you?

Spends some time pondering but concludes that action needs to be taken.

Investigates your unwanted suitor and discover their malicious intentions.

In the end, Killer's cautiousness pays off.

Any chance they're single?

"..."

The Supernova's silence disturbs the other man, his eyes settling on the crowded room in makeshift comfort.

The sound of a gruff voice startles the guy into focus, body twitching in anxiety when he looks into the Massacre Soldier's expressionless mask.

"I don't know them," Killer says with finality.

It was impossible to read the Supernova's true disposition. His body appeared relaxed enough; arms splayed out in front of him in a civil manner. If it weren't for Killer's daunting presence and notoriety, the man would think that this blond-haired guy was your average pirate. For now, he had no choice but to conclude that Killer was telling the truth.

"Okay... Never mind then," the man awkwardly responds, leaving the tavern in displeasure.

- - - - - - - - - -

A masked figure looms over the inn you were resting at, sharp blades glinting under the moonlight. The Massacre Soldier himself was on guard tonight, eyes trained on the familiar body of the man who disturbed his peace earlier in the night.

Before your unwanted suitor can enter the lodge, Killer pulls him by the lapels, swiftly dragging the man into the back of the building - out of sight from prying eyes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Killer says, muscled arms encircling the man's throat in warning.

The man clutches at the knife tucked underneath his coat and wildly swings his weapon at his assailant.

With little effort, Killer disarms and knocks out his opponent, searching the man's unconscious body for clues to his motive. Killer pulls out a slip of paper from the man's pocket and unfolds it. There's no mistaking it - a copy of your bounty poster - the price of your head neatly printed underneath your name.

"Tsk, should've known you were up to no good."

Another body to add to the Massacre Soldier's list.

SHANKS

Proud boyfriend™ alert.

He loves to gush about you. The fact that someone recognizes how beautiful and amazing you are - he's thrilled.

Shank's constant praise of you begins to wear down on the guy; he gets the message that the red-haired pirate is implying - to leave you alone.

Shanks flashes a lazy grin at the man beside him; attention renewed at the mention of your name. "Gorgeous brain and body, what's not to love, aye?"

Your potential suitor nods in agreement.

Shanks looks past the man and makes eye contact with you. You were happily conversing with his crew, enjoying their company at the local tavern while in town to replenish some supplies for the upcoming journey.

The red-haired pirate winks in your direction, and you fluster under his flirty gaze. Shank's eyes twinkle in amusement at your shy demeanor.

The man across from Shanks looks back and forth between you and the red-haired pirate; his mouth opens and closes at the implication of your relationship.

"That one's mine," Shanks answers the man's unspoken question, waving over the barkeeper for another round of drinks, "But I'd love to tell you more about them."

DRACULE MIHAWK

The only classy one.

Doesn't take offense to the question, doesn't beat around the bush, and doesn't threaten the other guy for asking about your relationship status.

If the other man has bad intentions, Mihawk will know. And he will take action.

His entire being is enough to intimidate most people, after all.

A-are they single?

Mihawk casts an uninterested glance at the man standing a few feet away from him.

Nowadays, there were only a handful of people who dared approach the World's Greatest Swordsman - the Marines and Shanks.

Rumors were circulating that the former Warlord had been traveling the seas with you - that the normally lone-wolf pirate had acquired a companion to accompany him in his seafaring journey.

Oh, how clueless they were.

"Yes, we're in a relationship. Them and I," Mihawk states, taking a refined sip from his wineglass.

"I-I see. Thank you," the man bows before briskly running in the opposite direction, away from the black-haired pirate's piercing golden eyes.

The next day, Big News Morgan publishes your relationship with the infamous pirate for all the world to read.

Mihawk's eyes widen imperceptibly at the newspaper clutched in his hands.

Maybe this is for the best, he thinks. If there's anyone who can keep you safe, it's him.