#I'd apologize for making you bear witness to all of this

[amanitacurses]

realization

[kairiscorner]

when drunk miggy <33

drunk miggy headcanons

this is how i imagine the stages of drunkenness for miggy play out: sober but a little dazed, quiet, cranky, sleepy and sad, giddy.

sober but dazed is pretty tame and self-explanatory, he's still partially there for the most part, but when you talk to him, all you get are, "huh?"s and "nu-uh"s as he keeps swigging his drink.

then when you get to the quiet drunk miggy stage, he can barely hear what you're saying, all he can hear are his thoughts, which are amplified by the lack of sobriety he's feeling right now. he points out such obvious stuff like, "wow, jess' hair is so frizzy", "damn, peter's got a weird laugh", "lego peter is really cute". he also reflects a bit on recent shit that's happened, like a lot of regrets he's had about missions and judgements he's made, a lot of thinking, "i regret doing that".

when he's had a lot more to drink, he becomes slightly dependent upon the liquor to keep his thoughts as the only things he hears throughout the night. the effect of the liquor where his hearing becomes fuzzy wears off and he starts to hear everything, causing for the cranky drunk miggy stage to begin. every little thing is so audibly loud and irritating that he wants to leave and scream at everyone if they make another sound. this is when he usually leaves the drinking fray and waddles back to his office, with lyla preparing everything he needs to recover from his drunk and hungover stupor in the morning.

but when he doesn't leave, he becomes more emotional and tired as he steps foot in the sleepy and sad stage. he experiences just a general fatigue and lethargy from everything that's happened as of late. he says sorry for everything, he clings on to the nearest person and will most likely sob all over them. you can push him away if he gets too overwhelming, but that'd make him sob harder. he's so scared of being rejected and alone that the only way to quell him is to let him mellow in his pent up sadness. he'd apologize for hurting/lashing out at you, be it that night or any other time he might've lost his cool, which is probably all the time tbh.

then the last stage is the giddy stage, where if you haven't lost your patience with him before, you might now because he gets all over you. he isn't in the right state of mind anymore, it's this subconsciously loving and touchy miggy that you bear witness to, get all clingy and points out everything he loves about you; everything from your face, to your body, to your personality, to your toughness. it's the deepest part of miggy that he keeps hidden away from everyone else, and it's this side of him that's the realest. he'd say sorry for everything still but do it while embracing you, kissing you all over, and just nuzzling the crook of your neck while giggling and snuggling against you. it's the sweet miggy he tries to keep under wraps that you find with you.

a/n: if you guys use these headcanons, please tag me and credit me babes! i'd love to see what you guys make out of him ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) oh, and once my suit miggy fic is done, expect more drunk miggy content :> (or while i'm making it bc i'm so inconsistent TEEHEE)

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04

[lev1hei1chou]

pls pls plsssss! I desperately need part 2 of the angst breakup with nanami! Make it fluff ending plssssss! Ty!

Second Chances

Nanami x reader Warning: none Words: 647 Synopsis: Patching up with Nanami PART 1 PART 3 Masterlist

The soft chime of the bell signaled your entrance into the comfy little cafe that held uncountable memories of laughter, shared secrets, and loving glances. The strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air and with that came a flood of emotions. This was the place where you and Nanami Kento, a skilled sorcerer with an unpredictable life, had spent countless moments together.

It had been months since the two of you decided to split up. The constant worry and fear that filled your heart every time he walked into the unknown had become too much to bear. Nanami's dedication to his duty as a sorcerer was firm, and your love for him had been both a major source of strength and pain. The decision to break up had been painful, but you somehow believed it was for the best, hoping that he would find a way to stay safe, just as he had up until now.

As you made yourself comfortable in a familiar corner of the cafe, all the memories flooded back. The way Nanami used to smile softly at you over a cup of coffee, the gentle warmth of his hand holding yours – all of it played like a bittersweet melody in your mind. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the figure approaching until a deep voice spoke.

"Long time no see."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up, catching Nanami's gaze. His expression softened as he took in the sight of you. He wore his usual suit, the epitome of professionalism, but the lines on his face were the proof of all his responsibilities and burdens.

"Hello, Nanami," you replied curtly, trying to maintain your composure.

He took a seat across from you. The air between you was thick with unspoken words but was still comfortable for some reason. The tension was easy to note, but neither of you wanted to be the first to break it. The silence hung in the air for a while until Nanami finally spoke.

"I've missed this place," he admitted, eyes looking observing the surroundings.

A small smile played on your lips. "Yeah, me too."

The conversation flowed slowly but smoothly, both of you carefully walking on the delicate balance of the past and the present. You spoke about your life, the comforting routine that replaced the chaos and uncertainity that plagued it when you were in love with a sorcerer. Nanami, in turn, shared stories about his usual encounters with curses and spirits, a world that had always been his reality.

Time passed, and it was evening. The cafe's soft glow cast a warm ambiance around you. You realised that the cafe was not just a place; it was a symbol of your connection, a proof of the love you both once shared.

After sipping his coffee, Nanami set down his cup and looked at you intently. "I miss us," he admitted, his voice low.

You met his gaze, feeling a mix of vulnerability and longing. "I miss us too."

A shared understanding was in the air, and with it came the possibility of a second chance. The unspoken apologies and affection you had for each other pushed you both to the edge of reconciliation.

As you stood up to leave, Nanami mirrored your movements. The cafe was a witness to the progress of your relationship. The decision loitered in the air, implied yet absolute.

"Can we try again?" Nanami asked, his gaze unwavering with a hint of hope in his eyes.

A smile played on your lips, tears threatening to spill. "I'd love that."

Lo and behold, amidst of the familiar aroma of coffee and the calm bustle of the cafe, you and Nanami Kento took the first step towards rebuilding what was formerly lost – a love that rebelled against the boundaries of danger and the complexities of the supernatural world.

[fordohyon]

BEAR MASCOT...

PAIRING -

Kim Woonhak x GN! Reader

SUMMARY - (not really s summary but a preview(ish) thingy??)

You sigh as you remove the heavy mascots head, a cool breeze from a fan chilling your flushed cheeks. You notice one of the basketball players standing behind you. Number 23. "I never knew you were a girl," he comments. "Or pretty."

TAGS -

fluff, fluff, and…. fluff!!

WARNING(s) -

mistaking reader for a girl, calling reader pretty, Mutual pining? maybe being too short. English isn’t my first language so please expect grammatical & spelling errors 😭

lmk if i left out anything,, Not proofread!

WORD COUNT - 1.3k

A/N - should i make this into a series??? also plz tell me if there are any grammatical errors or what. I'd also really appreciate it if you give me feedback and reblog!!

It's been precisely two hours since you donned the bear mascot outfit representing your school. You only agreed to do it because no one else volunteered and thought it might be fun. However, the experience has been anything but fun. With only 30 to 40 minutes left in the costume, you are counting down the seconds until you can take it off.

The basketball jersey, hat, and shoes the bear is wearing are decorated with your school's logo, with the school's signature colors of yellow and green accenting the trim, number, and player names. You are thankful that nobody from other sections knows it's you inside the costume; otherwise, you would feel incredibly embarrassed.

You check the time and realize that 20 minutes have already passed. You hope the game will end in the next 10 minutes or so. A few students request a picture with you, and you oblige them. Five more minutes pass, and the game is nearly over. You can’t wait to get out of the mascot outfit and take a shower.

Sweat drips down to your ankles, causing you to shiver. This is the longest you have ever worn the mascot, 2 hours and 10 minutes.

After what had seemed about an eternity, the game finally finished. All of the players and spectators collected their belongings and fled. Except for a handful who freshened up or spent time with their friends prior to heading home, unfortunately for you, Kim Woonhak happened to be one of those individuals, for whom you were growing feelings.

Once everyone had left, you finally had the chance to rid of the ludicrous costume that had caused you to sweat profusely. Though you noticed a few lingering figures in the vicinity, you chose not to approach them, assuming they were likely teachers, janitors, or guards. As you removed the mascot's head, a cool breeze struck your face. you were taken aback to find Kim fucking Woonhak standing there, his jaw dropping and eyes bulging in what appeared to be an utter shock - as though he had just witnessed the most unbelievable thing in his life.  "I... I never knew you were a girl, or uhm.. uhh... pretty!" Holy shit. This is extremely mortifying. You can't even begin to express the depths of humiliation you're feeling. The fact that it involves Kim Woonhak, the person you've had the most obvious crush on since sixth grade, makes it incredibly, excruciatingly, so intensely humiliating. Is it just you or does it seem like the fan isn't working? 

"Thank... you?" The words slipped out of your mouth, your voice wavering with uncertainty. As you fidgeted with the bottom half of the mascot, your hands betrayed your nervousness. The expression on your face told the whole story - a mix of embarrassment, anxiety, and the discomfort of being caught off guard. Sweat trickled down your forehead, emphasizing the redness that flushed your face, a combination of the stifling heat and the overwhelming humiliation of the moment. Woonhak's unexpected presence only intensified your unease, leaving you at a loss for words. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to catch you off guard. I-I was just checking if anyone was here since I was uh, gonna lock up the.. uhm... gym!" Woonhak stammered, his apology filled with genuine concern. He tried his best to shed the awkward tension that enveloped the air but fell short in his attempt.

"It's alright. No need to apologize," you reassured him, your voice trembling slightly. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here either. I assumed it was just teachers and guardians. Guess we both got caught off guard." You utter as you took hold of the lower half of the costume, a sudden chill in the air sent a shiver down your spine. The contrast between the hot and humid gym and the cooler surroundings intensified the discomfort, further adding to the already awkward situation.   

Woonhak nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on you with an intensity that made you feel self-conscious. You tried to disregard it, but the emotion only grew stronger. You wished you could just evaporate- or at least get out of this sweaty, reeking costume.

As you struggled to remove the rest of the bear suit, Woonhak stepped forward to help. You were grateful for the gesture, but it only caused you to feel more exposed and vulnerable. You tried to focus on the task at hand, but your hands were quivering so badly that you could barely get a hold of the zipper.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were unburdened by the costume. You took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the calm draft wash over your sweaty skin. You turned to thank Woonhak, but he was already walking away, his head down and his hands playing with the fabric of his jersey.

You felt a pang of disappointment, but you couldn't blame him for wanting to get away from the awkward situation. You gathered your things and headed out of the gym, feeling fatigued and embarrassed. you couldn't help but replay the uncomfortable encounter in your head, wondering if things would ever be the same between you and Woonhak.

As you make your way out of the gym, you notice Woonhak and his group of friends looking at you. Just as you try to avoid their gaze, he rides up to you on his bike, beckoning you to join him. "It'll be faster if you ride with me. Don't forget to take a warm shower, wouldn't want you to catch a cold. I want to see you tomorrow!" His words catch you off guard, and you can't help but feel a mix of confusion and excitement.

Up close, Woonhak looks even better than you remembered. His endearing smile and delicate demeanor make him seem like a big teddy bear. You hesitate for a moment, recalling the events that happened earlier, but ultimately agree to ride with him. "Uh, okay," you reply, your voice tinged with nervousness. Despite your uneasiness, you're grateful for the opportunity to spend more time with him.

As Woonhak makes his way down the road on his bike, he suddenly turns to you. "Hug me, so you don't fall." he says with a smile. You're surprised by his proposal, but you don't hesitate to envelop your arms around him. As you hold on to him tightly, you feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over you. It's as if all of your nervousness vanished at that moment, and you can't help but feel grateful for his presence. Being in his arms feels like a dream come true, and you can't help but wonder if this is the start of something special.

As you ride on his bicycle, you can't help but feel a sense of security and contentment. The wind rushes through your hair, and the relaxed breeze washes over your skin. You feel alive and free, and for the first time in a long while, Woonhak's company is enough to make you feel safe.

As you reach your destination, you shift to thank Woonhak for the ride. But before you can say anything, he leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. You feel your face flush with warmth, and your heart races with excitement. You can't believe that this is happening to you - it's like something out of romance fiction.

"Thanks for the ride," you murmur, your voice barely audible. Woonhak beams at you, and you feel a sense of belonging wash over you. Maybe this is the start of something special, something you've been yearning for all your life. As you make your way back home, you can't help but let out a squeal of excitement. You're grateful for the unexpected turn of events, and you can't wait to see what the future holds. But for now, you're content just being in the moment with the person who makes your heart skip a beat.

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[forwomenbiwomen]

anon from earlier here. i thank you for your nice response to my words, and i do respect that you are supportive of trans people's presentation, though it is a bit confusing to me that you said this in your response when i am aware that you have uncritically reblogged a post claiming trans women to be men in a derogatory manner a few posts down? i understand that you may not share that view despite reblogging the post, however it does not fill me with confidence in your convictions that you support how trans people present and identify.

i would like to say that, while you and your personal circle of radfems may not harass any trans people, and i appreciate that, that there are many radfems who do, in fact, harass trans people. not simply arguing passionately like someone in the replies of your post claimed might be misconstrued, actual harassment. i have personally witnessed entire campaigns of harassment against popular trans users led by radfems. again, i am glad that you don't do this, but it does happen.

lastly, i am curious what you mean by "at the expense of women's rights" with regards to changing of sex. of course people can't change their sex down to their chromosomes (which aren't always reflective of how their body actually develops anyway), nor can they make themselves able to reproduce in the opposite manner, sex characteristics can be changed through surgery. is this what you mean? i've seen radfems argue against plastic/cosmetic surgery before, and i think their arguments are often somewhat reductive. or is it inclusive language? i've also seen arguments about that, though i think that's stupidly pedantic considering that "people who can become pregnant" does include women, just as a statement. or is it about sports, which are often either pointlessly segregated (shooting, chess??) or where gender/sex isn't the most efficient category to sort competitors (ex. basketball, where it would be better to sort by height. there are very tall cis women and shorter cis men out there) and the segregation of these sports just makes it easier to underpay women.

...i do apologize if any of that came across as confrontational, i am not trying to be. i do enjoy debate occasionally, though i am a bit tired right now so i may not be choosing my words as well. if you don't mean any of the things i've mentioned, though, this may actually be a new argument to me, and i'd like to know more about it (i probably won't be checking for another response until morning though so take your time). again, i do wish you well.

Hello again!! 🤗🤗 This is probably the part where our differences come out a bit more so bear with me!! This is all in good faith. :))

I do support anyone's right to dress as they want and call themselves what they want, however I see the words woman and man to mean adult human female/male. That means nothing at all except an accurate biological descriptor of humans, and it matters to have words to describe our physical differences, because a) it's just reality that we're built different and b) women are oppressed on the basis of those physical differences. 'Adult human female' frees up the definition of woman from being "feminine" or "baby-makers" (barf) and vice versa from men being "masculine" or "tough". It means you can do literally anything you want, be whoever you want, call yourself whatever you want and you will be no less of a woman/man. To me this is more progressive than doing away with biological descriptors and only going off of stereotypes. This is why I reblogged posts saying trans women are men; it's not mean or bigoted for the sake of it, they're just an adult human male, and the word for that is man. I've seen trans people's definition of man and woman and it doesn't sit right with me, because it lends itself to a lot of stereotypes. It's why some posts about this are combative from radfems, because we take offense at the idea that we're being reduced down to a feeling when our oppression is so very sex-based. What makes them women apart from a connection to the cultural stereotype of 'woman'? What does 'woman' even mean, then? If you take away the biological definition, it means nothing at all, because women aren't a monolith or share some spiritual essence of womanhood; we all have varied experiences. Saying that no, there's a specific 'womanly feeling' that all women have seems downright spiritual, and that's one of the reasons why radfems dismiss it so readily; to us it has no basis in reality and is similar to religious beliefs. We are gender abolitionists.

We don't believe you can change sex because... you can't. You mentioned plastic surgery, and radfems are against it for cosmetic reasons, simply because we oppose surgically conforming to beauty standards that are harmful and socially constructed. We want people to be encouraged to be happy in themselves, dammit! ❤️ People can imitate the other sex, but you can never actually change it because that's just impossible. A surgically constructed vagina is not as complicated and self-cleaning the same as a female vagina. Breast implants are plastic and don't have a complicated network of ducts like female breasts do. Do you see what I mean?

As for sports, yes, sex does matter, as much as I want to duke it out equally against a male. We have different muscle mass, different fibres, different testosterone levels and different areas of strength as a group. Yes, some of these overlap between the sexes, but not enough to do away with sex classification. A 6" man is going to be statistically far stronger than a 6" women, even with similar training. This isn't to say women are weak, because hell no. Again, women are not weak, it's just that we define weakness in a way that benefits the quick-fibre, burst muscle strength of men, whereas women are stronger over a longer time, and are more physically superior (?) in pretty much every other biological way (such as muscle regrowth, disease resistance, harsh weather resistance, pain tolerance, etc etc.). Women fight for spaces where we can be recognised by our own potential, not competing against the standards set for men, by men. The slowest male swimmer, for instance, is still faster than the fastest female swimmer. We aren't inferior because of it, we just want to be judged on our own merits.

For more mental sports such as chess, no; men and women are not different. The issue is misogyny and having a space for women. Men can be incredibly cruel in these spaces, and it's proven that women often perform worse against men because of internalised misogyny/misogyny coming from their opponent. Women just want to play in a space that lets them reach their full potential, and that means no men!

This is quite long 😮‍💨 I'm glad we're having this conversation, and I'm taking in what you're saying with an open mind! I just hope I've laid out my ideas well enough. Looking forward to debating more! 🫶🫶

[silverzoomies]

Antithesis

james patrick march x reader smut

warnings: smut, slow burn-ish, oral sex, one-sided pining, devotion, body worship, hand jobs, slight choking, pet names, oneshot

word count: 7640

a/n: my apologies if james seems at all ooc here. i try my goddamn hardest to keep characters as close to their source material as possible. but, when it comes to self indulgent smut, sometimes you gotta pull a few strings!!! oh, and i'd also like to apologize for the long length of this fic. and for how abruptly it ends hdsghkjdshkgsg it's a mess, sorry !!

bonus note ig: in 1920's slang, a "goof" is an idiot. james basically thinks of you as naive and dumb here. sorry!

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March doesn’t dislike you. “Dislike” is much too strong a word.

No, he tolerates you. Dare he think it, he might even be somewhat…fond of you. The two of you were born nearly a hundred years apart. And so, as expected, you were the absolute antithesis of one another. March built himself from the ground up. He started with little to nothing. Carrying with him a background he so dreaded to recall. Childhood memories best left buried deep. Never to see the shining light of day again. March walked with a prestigious elegance. Something all but lost to the world in modern times, he thought. He was high-class. New money incarnate. Fancy, social affairs and aesthetic, art-deco decor were his most treasured hobbies. Amongst his other, more…contentious interests. And you. What were you?

Some little goof. You poor thing. Your story was quite the tragedy, really. Born almost one hundred years later to middle class stock. An entirely different world from the one in which March knew. Your arrival to the hotel Cortez was…unfortunate. You were the embodiment of innocence. Overly polite to a fault. Kind to the staff and the hotel’s mysterious residents. Never going out of your way to disturb a single soul. And you always made sure to apologize for the times you did.

And like all lives brought to the Cortez, yours ended there. A shame. A pity. Truly. What a waste. After you died, you drifted aimlessly for a while. Exploring every inch of the hotel you could. Bearing witness to the unspeakable horror that burned like scorching fire from inside. The hotel Cortez was nothing short of the infernal regions made earthly.

Even so, you weren’t the least bit fazed by this fact. Death changed you. It changed your moral perspective.

But you were missing something. A purpose. Every soul, lost adrift, needed purpose.

Liz knew all. 

She knew everything about everyone. Including you. You’d sit at the bar, talking to her for hours on end. About your life. Liz’s life. The lives of the Cortez’s other, ghostly residents. She’d tell you of the hotel and its history. And you learned all there was to know. But in sharing your deepest thoughts, desires, and fears, you’d been a little too open. And Liz learned enough that, had a curious party asked about you? She could easily act as an informant.

You were a poor sap. Harboring a deep rooted, psychological need to please.

In death, you told Liz, you wanted nothing more than, simply…a person. Someone to dedicate yourself to entirely. Someone to love, to adore, to spend all of eternity caring for. Such an innocent desire, from such an unsullied soul.

You heard of him only in passing. James Patrick March.

You knew of his murderous atrocities. And you’d heard whispers of his bloodied history in hushed tones. Liz told you of everything March built, and what he’d become in the process. 

March assumed you thought nothing of it. Nothing of him. Because at the Cortez, he was often that. Nothing more than a rumor. Only making himself present whenever necessary. Any other day? He remained a chilling, ghost story. And that’s all he’d been to you.

Until the two of you crossed paths, that is.

March was polite and courteous, as he always is. And the soulless, empty void of his dark eyes met yours. Pure, beautiful, and innocent. The two of you couldn’t have been more different from one another. You, his polar opposite. If he were the infernal reaches of hell itself, you were the luminous kingdom of heaven.

Whatever you felt for him, it must have been instantaneous.

Because suddenly, your sorrow dissipated. A lifetime of suffering and anguish faded away into thin air. And finally, you were free. Joyous. You, the little goof. Your demeanor somehow became all the more polite and inviting. Ironic, really. Considering…the source of your happiness was the very personification of evil itself.

You’d skip around the hotel with a spring in your step. Greeting everyone who passed you in the halls with a chipper, sunny disposition. Parading around in those loose-fitting clothes. Your skin decorated in ink reminiscent of your rather quirky interests. Appalling, if you were to ask him. 

You were vexatious. And yet…

March found he appreciated your company.

You really were too sweet. Sickeningly so. Like cavity-inducing candy. Truly good at heart. There wasn’t a hateful, nefarious bone in your body. But you were deeply loyal to a fault. It was a weakness that kept you chained. It held you down. Never allowing you to reach your true potential. March could see it. He saw right through you, straight into your delicate soul. He saw your aura. Unsullied purity.

March learned all he could about you from Liz.

And once he had, he felt the need to test your unbroken clarity.

He showed you everything. Every secret. Every piece of gory history which revealed his past, his life’s purpose, his true intentions. The never-ending, torturous suffering he brought upon the innocent lives of the world. He confessed to you his killings. Even going into the dark, gritty details. March stared you down with an empty, far off look in his shady eyes. An uncanny gaze. And he expressed to you all his crazed, degenerate passions.

He expected you to react accordingly. Like any soul so pure and unblemished as yours should.

But death…

Death truly did change you. The hotel Cortez? It corrupted your moral code.

Perhaps he was mistaken. Maybe you weren’t as innocent as you often seemed.

You treated his passions like any other hobby. And you engaged in conversation about them casually. Beaming the brightest, most curious, smile. Your eyes glimmered with genuine interest and fascination. And March found he was more than happy to share that part of himself with you. Delighted to discuss his exploits with a newfound friend. A trusted friend.

He did long for someone to talk to…

And it was then, he realized. He knew. He was woefully fucked.

Because you. Naive, little goof that you were…

You’d found your purpose.

The one person whom you’d give your undying devotion, for forever and into eternity.

No one, not a single soul in the hotel had expected it. When you sat at the bar, sipping on your sweet sodas instead of anything alcoholic (ever the carefree babe, you were). You spoke of having ‘found’ your purpose. And there were smiles all around. “ Ooh’s ” and “ Aah’s ” exchanged through hushed gossip. Who could this person be, they asked themselves.

Imagine the residents’ surprise once they put two and two together.

Of all people. Him? Really? Were you mad as a hatter?

From then on, you followed March everywhere. Attached at his side like a leech. And though he considered you a dear friend, you weren’t much more to him than a loyal dog. You offered your help whenever you saw fit. And, somewhat reluctantly, he allowed it.

To his surprise, March found you respected his personal space. You’d disappear when he found your company too overwhelming. Sometimes, you were gone for days. Or even weeks. Off to explore the hotel again. Or to drift aimlessly as you did in the days before you’d found him. Uncertain as to what you should do in your lonesome. Sometimes, you’d listen to music. Clamorous racket of the modern era.

And eventually, always, you returned.

Sometimes, March found he missed your presence when you were gone.

And despite the admiration you carried for him, you valued March’s love for his dearest wife. The Countess. Often, you’d go so far as to listen to him drone on and on about her. And he could. If March were allowed the opportunity, he’d speak of her for centuries. He’d reminisce about his most cherished memories of her. His Elizabeth. Mrs. March. When March had his monthly dinners with his dearest, you felt it necessary to assist. You were insistent upon it, actually. Helping alongside Ms. Evers, you did what you could to make those nights as grand and romantic as possible. And when he banished Ms. Evers, you didn’t hesitate to take over entirely. Every one of those special nights, you were there to help him prepare.

Once the dinners themselves started, you’d run off. Leaving the pair undisturbed. And he wouldn’t see you again until the next morning. 

One night, March sat across from the countess at the table. She glared at him with a half-lidded, miserable expression. But March missed this glare. Because he’d been busy watching you leave. He smiled, raising his glass to you. And you waved him off, wishing him luck, before closing the door.

At that very moment, he made a decision.

The next night came, and there he sat. Present at the dinner table again. Only, you were his cherished guest of the evening. Dinner lay before you both. Though, in death, you never ate. March watched with a grin as you sipped some champagne. You fluttered delicate lashes his way. Devotion leaking like tears from your eyes. A delighted smile played across your lips. One always present in his company, he found.

“Darling! I assume you’re wondering why it is I’ve called you here tonight, hm?” He posed the question rather excitedly.

Your pretty, doe eyes widened at that. You poor thing. Your cheeks burned in a flurry of rose red. Even in the dim, candle-lit light of the room. Even at a distance, across the table, March could see your blush clear as day. He smirked into his glass. 

Never, in all the years since the two of you met, had he ever addressed you as darling.

The effect this seemed to have on you was very much apparent. He could see the shift in your expression. The way you’d fallen breathless under his cold-blooded gaze. March couldn’t help but find your obvious desire for him…amusing.

“Uhm…y-...yes. Well…sorta? I figured this was just another…casual, hang-out night for us!” Your quiet, timid voice spoke aloud.

March lowered his glass, and he hummed.

“Casual? I suppose one could consider this casual, if they’d prefer.” March said, “All the same, I’ve called you here because…I have a proposition for you!”

“Wh-uh…what kinda proposition, sir?” 

“Let’s not dance around the matter any longer, dear. Simply put, I’m well aware.” He said.

Confusion overtook your delicate features, and your brows knitted together. March sat still in his seat with a knowing smirk. You tilted your head, bringing your own glass down to the table.

“I’m…confused. You’re aware of what, exactly?” 

“Why, that you’re in love with me, of course.” March stated.

Your eyes widened further. March caught the awkward movement of one of your hands. It trembled where it lay on the table. And when you spoke again, you did so shyly. Your voice was as soft as the pink in your cheeks.

“A-Am I?” You dared to ask. As though he hadn't known all these years.

March’s knowing grin spread wider. A dark, domineering color washed over his eyes. And he fixed you with an intimidating look. One that could so easily kill, had you been anyone else. Even in death, you felt your stomach twist in fluttery knots at the sight. You dropped your bashful gaze to the table, too nervous to look him in the eye. You were being avoidant, March knew. And your denial only heightened his desire to bait you.

“I’m not stupid, old friend. For how long?” He asked.

“Since…” You swallowed nervously, shrinking in on yourself, “...the moment I saw you.”

March’s expression remained unchanged. His cold gaze unblinking.

“All this time?”

Taking a brave chance at looking him in the eye, you glanced upward. And you were met with that empty, black gaze. Pools of ink, much like an abyss, stared intensely at you. You didn’t need to say anything further. His suspicions were confirmed then. March’s brows pressed together in thought.

“I…see.” He said, and he brought his hand to his chin, “Well, in all those years? You’ve proven yourself undoubtedly loyal to me. You see, so often, when Ms. Evers was around. Though, I did care for her. She had these…maddening tendencies. She’d express her apparent distaste for my darling wife. And she was incredibly passive. Selfishly so.”

As March spoke, his tone shifted. Infected with a venomous sting, and unbridled hatred. His other hand, resting on the table, clenched into a fist. 

“As you’re aware…Ms. Evers…she deceived me. In the name of love, was her excuse. Such a…disappointing betrayal.” March lingered on the statement for a moment longer. 

He snapped himself out of his spiteful rage. Blinking, March perked up. And his handsome grin returned.

“But, you! You’re quite the opposite of her, aren’t you? Wouldn’t you say? Never once have you said an unkind word. You’ve always been so polite to my dearest Mrs. March. And so generous to me! I can't recall you ever acting selfishly. And for that, I must tell you, I am profoundly grateful. It's so dreadfully difficult to find someone you can trust these days.”

“O-Of course!” You nodded, speaking in a gentle tone, “I guess…I just don’t really care if you-uh…if you never feel the same way I do. Being by your side, sir…getting to see you every day…”

Dreamily, you sighed. Like a dame in a daze of infatuation. The sweetest smile graced your blushing face.

“To see that smile of yours. And those eyes…” You sighed once more, “To hear your heavenly voice…that’s enough for me.”

You allowed a little…indulgence to slip through your confessions. Admiration and adoration for March permeated within your every word. Looking at you, he could practically see with his own eyes the unconditional love scorching with a passionate fury in your eyes. He might’ve even felt for himself your amorous desire. It exuded like pheromones from your admittedly fetching body.

He almost found it…endearing.

March blinked, clearing his throat. He tugged at his collar.

“Yes…I trust your devotion knows no earthly bounds, my dear.” He said, bringing his hands together before him, “Which is why, I’d like to present to you…that proposition! I’m nothing, if not a man of mercy. And if anyone is more than deserving of my mercy, it’s you, old friend.” March pointed to you with a ring-clad finger. And curiously, you tilted your head. “If you recall…before my dearest passed? She and I often had those dinners together. One night a month! They were…so very special to me. Truly a gift. The only thing that kept me balanced in this endless, monotonous purgatory of my own design. …Such a treat it was…to share at least…one night with my beloved.”

“It must’ve been nice, sir. Especially after she passed? To have her around more often? I know that meant everything to you.”

“It did.” March smiled fondly. And yet, as quick as it came, his adoring smile fell.

A broken-hearted melancholy plagued his ghostly features.

“Though…our time together has…diminished these days. She avoids me anymore. Hasn’t spoken a word to me in…weeks. Do you know that, at last night’s dinner? She didn’t say a goddamn thing! And again, she’s run off in search of…the pleasures of other men…”

March stared off, his dead-eyed gaze dropping to the table.

“It’s a….barren feeling. The most desolate ache I’ve ever endured…” He confessed.

Sympathetic, little goof. You looked at him then with an expression of sympathy, and opened your mouth to speak. March interrupted you before you could even begin. The very, last thing he wanted was your pity. At the flip of a dime, March perked up once more. He clapped his hands together loudly, suddenly appearing chipper. Beaming a wide, uncannily sweet grin.

“But nevermind all that, darling! What I’m proposing…is of a similar nature. For you, if you’d like! If it’d satisfy your deepest, perverted desires? Then, for one night a month…I, James Patrick March, owner of the hotel Cortez and America’s most infamous executioner…am all yours!”

Your eyes flew open wide. Like a precious, vulnerable creature under the gaze of a vicious predator. And your darling face…it burned an even brighter shade of red. March’s smile crooked up into a smirk. Addicting it was…this influence he seemed to have over you. Precious thing.

“Wait…wh-...what??” You waved your hands, “Oh, no, no, no! I couldn’t ever ask that of you, sir! Please, really! Don’t even worry about it! I’m not-...I don’t have to have you in that way to survive our purgatory together!”

The silence that overtook the room was deafening. In the background, the ticking of an old clock rang on. Along with the distant, alluring melody of a gramophone. John McCormack. Roses of Picardy. March stood up after some time. And slowly, steadily, he made his way to you at the other end of the dining table. He approached you wordlessly, eyes like obsidian focused entirely on your own. Analyzing and observing. Once close enough, he reached a large hand out. His palm fell to your shoulder, squeezing you in a firm grip. Leaning in, March spoke in a low, gravelly tone.

“Are you suggesting that you’re…ungrateful? You do realize this is…a gracious gesture…coming from a man of my status…” He didn’t break eye contact with you for even a second. March’s grip on your shoulder tightened, “...don’t you, little one?"

Despite the menacing nature of his actions, you let your eyes so shamelessly trail up and down his fancily-dressed form. And March saw all of it. Every movement of your eyes. The motion of your throat as you swallowed. The not-so-subtle way you leaned into his touch. How your thighs pressed together as if to relieve some…personal tension.

He raised a brow. Curious.

Your eyes sparkled innocently up at him. And again, you fluttered those delicate lashes. 

“I’m not ungrateful, sir! I’m so honored. I mean, obviously, I’m honored! But…” You scoffed, as if in disbelief, “But, me? I mean…come on… you ? With me??” With a soft huff of a laugh, you looked down at your lap, “But…I’m not…Mrs. March. I’m…nothin’ like her.”

March hummed a sound which suggested his pity for you.

“You’re right. You’re not…” He muttered in monotone, “You lack everything my dearest Elizabeth has. Her grace. Her ethereal elegance. She…is a creature of divinity.” March paused for a beat, “But you’ve no confidence nor class, I’m afraid. You’re more…a being of the mundane.” 

Again, a sinister loathing invaded his gaze. 

“But…unlike Ms. Evers…wretched, old bat…” He growled.

A wild grin spread across March’s lips, his teeth sinking into them. He brought his other hand to your chin, gently tilting it upward. Upon your face, he caught a broken-hearted frown.

“You, darling…” He hummed, “You have been blessed with certain…more pleasant qualities…”

His hand on your shoulder grazed a thumb across it. March let his eyes drop to your figure, as if to suggest something. And in that instant, you felt your lifeless heart skip a beat. As though your soul were springing to life again. Born anew.

“I…have?” You furrowed your brows, “So…what you’re sayin’ is…this is you settling? For someone lesser?”

March hummed again, considering your words. He pulled both hands from you.

“I prefer to think of it this way. In return for your undeniable devotion and loyalty throughout the tenure of our friendship. I’m giving you the opportunity to be with me. Consider it a reward, if you will. However you wish, my dear. One night a month, you can have me. Romantically. Physically. Intimately.” 

“Uh…okay…wow! That’s-...that’s…very kind of you, sir.” You stared up at March with those doting eyes. Biting your lip, you hesitated to ask, “So…wh-...when would we-uhm…when would we start?” A pause, and you nervously stammered over your words, “I-if I were to-uh…accept your…generous proposition?”

Immediate eagerness. Exactly the response he’d suspected from someone as smitten as yourself. March leered down at you smugly, his eyes falling half-lidded

Desperate, little thing, weren’t you?

“Tonight, if you’d prefer! Or…any night of your choosing. Whatever you want, darling. I insist. This courtesy is entirely yours.” He suggested.

A moment of contemplative quiet passed as you thought it over. And March watched you like a hawk, patiently waiting. Though, he already knew exactly what you were going to say. Even before you’d made a decision. The rosy color blooming darker in your cheeks ultimately gave you away.

“T-Tonight then? If you’ll…have me.” You stammered, “I’m honored, sir.”

March wanted to laugh. To boast that he could read you all too well. But calmly, he nodded.

“Very well!” 

He walked off then. March pulled at the fabric of his bowtie, tugging until it came completely undone. Following that motion, he shrugged his jacket off. Folding it neatly and setting it aside, he moved to unbutton the first, few buttons of his dress shirt. March disappeared into another room, out of sight. But you heard his familiar, smoky voice call out.

“Come!”

Hesitating, you stood from your seat at the table. And with tiny, careful steps, you followed the sound of March’s voice. In a vintage loveseat, you found him waiting. He sat with his chin in his hand, a cigarette burning between two fingers. His legs were spread open wide. And he patted his lap.

“Best not to waste anymore time, dear.”

“Wh-...What are we doin’?” You asked, looking down at your hands as you fiddled with them. 

Poor dear. You were standing in the room so timidly. Looking innocent, and so very delicate. Like a frightened, fluffy, little deer. Easy game, for a hunter like March.

“Isn’t this what you want?” He took a drag of his cigarette, his tone low and vibrating. March spread his legs open further, “Don’t be bashful, now, little one. I’ll only bite if you ask it of me.” 

You seemed hesitant. Fearful of making any sudden moves. But, with a facade of confidence March knew all too well you didn’t possess, you approached him. And you lowered yourself into his lap slowly, struggling to maintain eye contact. Eye contact was one of March’s many, gifted talents. And being such a shy dame, you could barely keep up. Once snug on his lap, you took time to admire March. Carefully, you trailed your hands down his chest. And you let your trembling fingers brush the fabrics of his perfectly tailored clothes. Clothes once deep-cleaned of blood-stains by the very maid he considered an abomination. 

Your hands moved upwards, first tracing over the bloody slit in his neck. Before cupping his cheeks for only a moment. You brushed a small thumb over one of his dimples. March smiled at you, hardly invested in what you were doing. Allowing you to have your fun. You touched March with careful, delicate movements. Handling him as if he were your most precious, priceless treasure. You looked at him as though you couldn’t fathom the reality before you. As though being with him like this was a foggy, distant dream. One you’d never ask to wake from.

Daringly, you leaned in. And you let your cool breath ghost over his lips.

“A-Are you sure about this, sir?” You asked, timid as ever.

March appeared unbothered and uncaring. Yet, admittedly, he felt somewhat curious of your next move. How far could a shy, innocent thing like you take this…intimate interaction? March assumed you’d clock out after a bit of heavy petting. With an equanimous smirk, he nodded.

“Positively certain.” He muttered, “And please, while we’re together like this, darling? Do call me James. You can forgo the formalities.” 

You blinked, amazed. Looking into his eyes with all the love and adulation in the ever-expanding cosmos. Marveling in his presence. Your nose brushed his, and you leaned even further in.

And you kissed him.

It was a clumsy, graceless kiss at first. But as you continued, you found your confidence. A heated flow enveloped your every movement. And for the first, few kisses, March didn’t reciprocate. He kept a hand at the armrest of the loveseat. His other occupied with that cigarette. He didn’t care to touch you yet. But as your kisses drew him in deeper, as you mewled little noises into his lips…March found himself giving in. One of his large hands found your hips, squeezing there first. Before moving to wrap his arm around your back. He pulled you in close. And you ran your hands up through his hair. Freeing those irresistible curls of his.

Finally, at long last, he kissed you back. And in that instant, you drank in the motions of a man far more cultivated and refined than you could ever hope to be. In a thousand lifetimes, you could never live up to his status. And yet, he kissed you anyway. If you could taste, his lips would’ve tasted of champagne and nicotine.

“Wow-” You breathlessly gasped into his lips.

A flash of fire burned in his lidded eyes, and he peered up at you. March let out a soft, vibrating chuckle. 

“Eager are we, darling?”

“Uh…” Poor, little goof. Still so lost in your lovestruck daze, “I just-”

The urge to kiss March again proved far too much for you to resist. You leaned in again, capturing his skilled lips in another flurry of deep kisses. And when you pulled back, you shook your head. For a moment, you simply stared at March. Taking in his ghostly features. Admiring his handsome face, his black eyes, the curls of his hair.

“Thank you, si-uhm…James. Thank you. I…never imagined…you’d ever let me touch you. Let alone k-uhm…kiss you like this…”

He chuckled again, humming a deep noise in his chest. The sound sent a spark of something gratifying straight to your core.

“I told you, didn’t I? I am, after all, a man of mercy…”

You brought a hand up to his cheek, stroking it gently with soft fingers. March noticed that, whenever you touched him, you did so as if he were a timeless lover. 

“You most certainly are…” Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his forehead, “...so gracious.”

March hadn’t expected you to wiggle backwards. And where did you think you were going? Were you giving up already? Giving into your paranoid worries? You let yourself sink off his lap and onto your knees. Scooting your way across the carpet and in between his legs, you gazed up at March with those lovely, doe eyes.

“You know…I’d do anything for you, don’t you James?” You trailed your hands up to his trousers, your fingers fiddling with the buttons, “...is this alright?”

To say he was caught off guard by your boldness, would be one hell of an understatement. His innocent, pure-of-heart, little goof? Submitting to him on their knees so easily like this? How had he never suspected this of you? March’s empty eyes widened, watching you from above with a dark, predatory gaze.

“If it’s what you so desire, then…do continue. I’m not going to stop you. This is your night, little one. Don’t you remember?”

You stared at him for a moment longer, uncertain of yourself. Before finally working the buttons of his trousers open. Bringing a small hand through the slit in the fabric, you felt around. And your fingers brushed across-

An adorable gasp escaped your lips.

You…hadn’t expected him to be hard. If the surprised, embarrassed look on your face was anything to go by. Because surely, the James Patrick March himself couldn’t possibly be aroused over someone as mundane as you. Could he?

Sucking in a slow breath, you continued. Your fingers snuck their way through the softness of his undergarments. A bit of movement, and you pulled his thick cock free. At the sight of the twitching length, those sparkling eyes of yours lit up brightly. Beaming, as if mesmerized. You were practically drooling over his cock. And you’d barely touched it at all.

March’s breath hitched from above. He watched you attentively, focused on the movement of your small hand. It stroked and squeezed around the thickness of him. Somewhat skillfully, he’d have to admit. Almost as though you knew exactly what you were doing. How is it that here, touching him intimately, you weren’t the least bit clumsy?

You bravely tilted your head upward, meeting his darkening gaze.

“You said…I could do whatever I wanted?” You asked. Your tone had fallen considerably lower. It sounded seductive, even, “May I sing your praises, James?” 

March had never heard you speak in that tone before. He hadn't realized you were even capable.

Wordlessly, he nodded. You gave a few more firm strokes of his cock, leaning in to kiss the tip gently. And as the soft wetness of your lips brushed it, you hummed. Reveling in every second you had March like this. Even in such a filthy, perverted position. With the head of his leaking cock at your lips. Your eyes glimmered, acting as windows. And your complete devotion for him shined through like the light of the sun. Holding eye contact (when did you get so good at that?), you generously peppered his cock in mouthy, wet kisses.

“Just let me worship you, James…” You sighed, dragging your free hand down one of his thighs. Your nails drew lines into the fabric, “Let me appreciate you. That’s…really the only thing I could ever ask for.”

He kept watching you, occasionally taking long drags from his cigarette. March found himself in awe of your boldness and honesty. Though, if there was one thing he knew about you for certain. You were always honest with him. Turning your attention to his aching cock, you pushed the head past your lips. You lapped up the bead of precum leaking from the tip, mewling in pure delight. Suckling for a few beats too short, you pulled away by an inch.

“You…are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. Did you know that, James? Have I ever told you? I could stare at you all day. Every day. Forever, if you let me. You’ve got the most stunning, beautiful, brown eyes…”

You paused in the midst of your praises to push the tip of his cock past your lips again. Letting your tongue dance around it, you stroked the remaining length with your hand. And just when he thought you might give him more, you pulled away.

“You can’t imagine how thrilling it is to have those ferocious eyes looking down on me right now. Oh, and I absolutely adore your smile. How full your lips are. Kissing them was like a gift of temptation, straight from the depths of hell. And I am in no way deserving of such a thing…”

March was steadily beginning to lose his composure. That calm, unbothered demeanor of his teetered on the edge. Threatening to fall with every cutesy noise you made, and every flick of your tongue. With each confession of your deepest admirations, he felt himself breaking. March knew you loved him. He knew you found purpose in serving him. And yet, somehow, he hadn’t been aware of the extent at which your worship of him ran. He took another drag of his cigarette. March’s free hand found your hair, and his oversized palm settled there. He didn’t yet tug, but merely braced himself.

“No modern man dresses nearly as elegantly as you do. Those men at those high-class fashion shows? The ones they have here? They can’t even begin to compare. It’s almost intimidating…how refined and elegant you truly are.”

You halted your confessions, only to take the entire length of his twitching cock into your mouth. Moaning around it, you sucked hard. Letting your tongue drag along the underside, across pulsing veins. You pulled off all over again. And March’s grip in your hair tightened only slightly. You continued to stroke his cock, spreading the wetness your tongue left behind.

“You’re so intimidating. So good at striking fear into those around you. But, god…it only makes me more attracted to you. You’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough of you…”

Breaking eye contact, you focused on his cock. You stopped to admire the heavy weight of him on your tongue. And you had the nerve to giggle with the innocence of a dame in church. March remained speechless. He stared you down as you took his full length into your mouth again. Your praises fell short for a bit. Instead, you were fixated on pleasuring him with more enthusiasm. Your movements slowly grew rapid. But as you edged him further, you popped off. You nuzzled his soaked, aching cock with your cheek. And once more, you giggled. It was infuriating.

“I wish you could hear your voice. Fuck…your voice. Your accent. It’s to die for!” The smile you gave him radiated purity, and you bit your swollen lip between your teeth, “You’re to die for. Y’know? I’d die for you. Over and over again.”

Dragging your tongue up and down his cock, you peppered it in more, loving kisses. And you fluttered those pretty lashes.

“As many times as you wanted me to. If I could die by your hands, James, I would. If it’d make you happy? If cutting my throat and watching the life drain from my eyes would satisfy you…”

March’s grip in your hair tightened even further, clenching around your soft locks. 

Who knew his little goof could be such a shameless sycophant? Groveling over his deviant passions.

He was growing immensly impatient. You’d carried on this little charade of praises for far too long. When you lowered your mouth over his cock, March guided you. With the rough hold he had on your head, he forced you down. The action caught you by surprise. As the tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat, you gagged, squeezing around the head. And a pleased grunt erupted off March’s tongue, cigarette smoke rising from his lips. Reaching over the arm of the loveseat, he put the cigarette out in an ashtray. And while doing so, March kept his half-lidded eyes, dark as burning coals, on you. His throbbing length filled your throat, and you took all of it. Every inch. You squeezed his thigh hard with a hand, letting your fingernails dig into the fabric of his trousers. As you clawed at his thigh for purchase, a wicked grin spread across his face. Salty tears stung your pretty eyes. They poured down your flushed cheeks completely out of your control. An embarrassing display. March’s breathing picked up in pace. He jerked you backwards, pulling you off his cock by your hair. Generously, he allowed you a moment to catch your breath. Not that you needed it, really. Being dead and all. Smirking down at you, he sank his teeth into his lip. And upon his pale cheeks, you caught the slightest hint of a pink hue.

You’d never once seen March blush on account of something you did.

“Y-You were…you were saying, darling?” March, usually so well spoken, stumbled over his words.

With a smile, you returned to your previous motions. Dragging your tongue lazily up and down his cock, you stroked him with a hand.

“U-Uhm…” That timid nature of yours returned. Perhaps on account of his manhandling? But you fought to shake it off, “Y’know somethin’ else I love about you, James? That look in your eye. I can’t even describe it. When you’re feelin’ bloodthirsty? When you’re thinkin’ about unleashin’ hell? You look divine like that.”

His gaze turned colder then. March’s fingers dug fingernails further into your skull. And the gesture was near painful. He didn’t seem to care, even when you hissed in response to the sting. Your puffy lips and mouth were drenched in drool. And your hair! His rough handling left it frazzled and wild. You looked an absolute mess of yourself. And in any other circumstance, March would’ve found it repulsive. At this moment, however…

“That…storm in your eyes. The passion that rages on once you’ve taken the life of another. There’s somethin’ so…irresistible about it. Makes me wish I could’ve dropped on my knees and worshiped you like this sooner.” You covered his cock in those mouthy, sloppy kisses, “I just want to submit myself to you, James. Let you have all of me.”

“Really now? Is that how you feel, little one? Truly? ” He spoke suddenly, catching you by surprise.

His fingers curled harshly into your hair, and he pulled you back in a rough, swift motion.

“Enough of this.” March said, “I realize, I said before, this was your night. And you should be the one calling the shots, with me at your leniency. However, since you seem to want my attention so desperately, darling. You’re going to listen to me now.”

You stared up at him with a wide-eyed, sinless gaze. And you didn't dare to say a single word. Good then.

“On the floor. And strip yourself bare for me, would you?” He commanded.

You let yourself fall backwards. And with the motion, March’s grip in your hair loosened. He let go, keeping his eyes on you, as you scooted back along the carpeted floor. The rough surface burned the skin of your elbows. But in death, it didn’t matter. Come tomorrow, you'd be left with not a single mark. Zero evidence of the night's events. Hastily, you shed your clothes. Your fingers trembled with every movement. March followed, standing slowly from his seat. He watched as you laid yourself naked and bare before him. And he pulled down his suspenders. His pants followed, leaving him in those soft undergarments. March hadn’t yet removed his dress shirt, and he didn’t bother to now.

He dropped to his knees on the floor, crawling over you with an animalistic gaze in his eyes. Immediately upon reaching you, he kissed you deeply. Drinking down every surprised noise you made in response. Your noises. Those mewls and squeals. He wanted to hear more. He had to hear more.

March wasn’t the fondest of missionary. But that devotion, that love, that worship bleeding profusely from your eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of it. March found he needed to look at you. To watch you. His hands trailed down your body, touching you with precise grace. Each touch started with a delicate brush of his fingertips, steadily growing rougher. And there you were, pleasured by the hands of a murderer with almost a hundred years of practice behind him.

As he looked you over with those dark eyes, he could see you slipping so easily into madness. Submitting to him, an eternal ghost of pure malevolence.

And you were pushed even further over the brink once March buried two, long fingers in your cunt. All without a single warning. No preparation. He shoved his digits deep, watching you with a devious smirk. You breathlessly moaned, and your slick walls squeezed around his fingers. March knew every angle at which to twist and press his digits. Only to spur more of those lovely noises out of you.

His long, dexterous fingers pulled themselves from your cunt, and you longed for more. You ached for him, whining pitiful, little protests. And your desperate desire was soon satiated.

In one, rough motion, March forced his cock through your folds. He buried himself deep in a single thrust, growling a rough noise in response to your screams. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around him. And you pulled March closer, inching him impossibly deeper.

He hadn’t been this…intimate with another person in…what felt like a millenia. Having his cock buried to the hilt in the tight plush of your cunt…it was enough to make him lose it. March had to take a moment to gather himself. Before he began harshly drilling you into the floor. And the rug underneath you burned painfully against your skin. Though, in this position, you couldn’t help but find the sensation extremely gratifying.

Your screams were all the encouragement he needed. And you begged him to fuck you harder. To vent all his pent up anger and fury using your fragile body as his aid. March gazed down at you, his eyes carrying a near sinister edge. The pace at which he fucked you grew vigorous and unrelenting. A jolt of pleasure shot through your core suddenly, as March pressed his deft fingers to your clit. Rubbing slick, generous circles against the sensitive bud, he soaked in the sight of you falling apart underneath him. Your precious moans were like music to his ears.  March cooed quiet praises in a rugged voice, encouraging you to give in. To succumb to the sweet allure of release. He knew you needed it desperately. All the pent up desire you'd carried for him for so long must have felt torturous. A man of mercy, he was. He couldn't allow you to suffer like that any longer. Not after all you'd done for him. After having been so loyal.

He felt your release, as it hit you like a rushing wave. Your walls constricted around his cock in a tight pull, and your entire body trembled. Those delightful screams of yours were more than likely heard across every floor of the hotel. But March's mind was much too hazy with pleasure to care. He wanted the world to hear you. For you to let them all know just who it was you'd submitted yourself to entirely. And as you came down from your high, sobbing soft cries. You met his eyes. Tears rained down your cheeks, and you shivered under his cold gaze. How vulnerable you looked... 

One of March’s large, veiny hands found your neck. He squeezed with so much strength that, had you been alive; he easily would’ve cut off your circulation. However, in death, the ache that came with asphyxiation felt like euphoria. Under the pressure of his fingers and hands, you were ascending to the stars. Or, rather…considering you were getting mercilessly fucked by a devilish being such as March? Perhaps a more accurate comparison would be: March was dragging you violently down to an all too pleasurable circle of hell itself.

His cock hit your cervix with a few more, harsh thrusts of his hips. And you were left to suffer the ache of overstimulation. As he squeezed your neck hard enough to leave bruises, and tight enough to kill any living person. March reached his peak. A thick warmth burst from his cock, overflowing you from deep inside. His release filled you up until it leaked from your folds. Purity and innocence sullied. You were his little goof now.

You probably expected March to pull out, now that you received exactly what you wanted. Surely, March would move away from you. Only to clean up, redress himself, and go about his business. Keeping his distance until the next month came. And…he thought he’d have done the same. March didn’t care for you on a deep level of any kind. A loyal dog. That’s all you were. A follower. Indeed. A naive, not-so-innocent, little goof. Who also, just so happened to be completely and utterly in love with him. 

And March was not at all enchanted by your obsessive devotion. Why would he be? There was only one woman for him. His dearest wife. His Elizabeth. Mrs. March. If anything, you were simply a means of distraction. Easy company in light of his most lonesome days. His old friend. You weren’t graceful. You weren’t classy. You were, at your core, his polar opposite. Of course. Yes. In the euphoric haze of post-orgasmic bliss, he'd almost forgotten. 

But even so…

March found he couldn’t pull himself from you. For a few moments longer, he kept his softening cock buried inside your slick walls. There he rested, on his knees, staring down at you from above. His gaze was much less blackened. Instead, replaced with a warm brown. Leaning forward, March buried his flushed face in your shoulder. He nibbled the gentle skin of your collarbone, breathing out his exhaustion.

He chuckled a hushed, but maniacal noise. The vibrations of which tickled your bruised skin. Not to worry, those bruises wouldn’t be there tomorrow. Some possessive part of him wished they would be, though. March raised his head up, looking down into your eyes with a soft, more than satisfied smirk. The curls of his hair fell even more loose upon his head. And once more, he leaned in, only to brush his nose against yours.

“You know…” He mumbled in a croaky whisper. You felt him slowly, gently thrust his hips forward, “...the night is still young, little one. And there’s so much more the two of us could do together…should you be interested...” 

His lips met yours in a kiss far too intimate for a casual session of coitus. And you kissed him nervously back, as though you weren’t allowed to indulge yourself. That familiar sense of naivety and purity claimed you all over again. And for whatever reason, it made March want to kiss you more. To envelop you entirely, all his own. His old friend. His little goof. Poor, not-so-innocent sap.

Maybe he was...a little fond of you.

Only a little.

[sinnersweets]

Lucifer x Arch! Angel Reader

A/N: I apologize if this is all over the place, kinda lost interest in this one but thought I'd share it. I will make another Lucifer x Reader at some point and it'll probably be better then this one.

“Thank you all for attending this meeting. The court of the Almighty is now in session. Let all who stand before the throne of grace bear witness to the proceedings of-” My brother Gabriel was interrupted by the sounds of doors slamming open.  

My eyes along with everyone else's turned to see who was responsible for the distraction. Down below was none other than Lucifer, my husband. I couldn’t help but giggle at how silly he looked. His hat was lopsided, one of his sleeves was rolled all the way up and some of his hair lay in front of his face. My brother looked over to me and glared at me, making me silence myself and clear my throat. 

None of my brothers really approved of my marriage to Lucifer; especially Gabriel. They all thought that he was never really one of them, that his ideas and dreams were all stupid; but not me. I found his dreams to be exciting and could possibly lead to beauty.  

Pulling my attention back to Lucifer, I was curious as to why he was here. I know I told him yesterday there would be a meeting today and that I needed to go, but I don’t remember seeing him on the list to attend. 

“A thousand pardons Archangel Gabriel. I seem to have overslept a little hehe. But hey! You’re lucky I made it at all.” Lucifer spoke as he straightened himself out. 

“You weren’t invited at all.”  

Now I was the one glaring at my brother. The other members of the court started to whisper amongst themselves. Lucifer looked around the court and shrunk down and started to fidget with his hands. 

I stood up from my seat and clasped my hands together which seemed to catch everyone's attention in the room, and they all silenced themselves. Being an archangel had its perks; but being the second highest ranking amongst my brothers and the second strongest was by far the best even though I am the youngest.  

“Now now everyone. Is that any way to treat a seraphim such as him?” I glared at my brother before turning my attention to my husband. “You are more than welcome to stay and attend this meeting if it pleases you. I’m sure no one here would object to that correct?” I tilted my head to the side and smiled as my eyes glowed.  

Everyone besides Lucifer swallowed and agreed with me. I looked over to my brother and said, “I’d appreciate it if you would invite my husband to these meetings in the future. He is a seraphim after all.”  

Gabriel stiffened his posture and didn’t say anything to me, but he slowly nodded his head yes. I looked over to Lucifer and gave him a warm smile. He smiled back at me before taking a seat next to Sera. 

“Alright let us continue.” I sat back down and motioned my brother to continue with the meeting. 

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Once the meeting had concluded I brought out my wings and flew down to Lucifer. I was probably the only one in all of Heaven that hid their wings. As pretty as they were, they’d always get in the way of anything I tried to do.  

“Hello my love.” I said to Lucifer once I landed next to him. “Darling!” He pulled me into a hug before putting his hand on my face and kissed me. The golden band on his finger felt cold on my cheek. I smiled against the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

We pulled away and rested our foreheads together. “I love you so so so much my darling.” Lucifer said. I laughed and said, “I love you too Luci dear. Is everything alright?” “I just can’t believe that I; Lucifer Morningstar had the honor of marrying you.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him. “It shocked everyone.” I laughed as I remembered telling my brothers and the other seraphims. “I didn’t really think you would say yes; especially since everyone here doesn’t really like me.” I playfully took his hat, took off my crown, placed it on the hat, and placed it on my head. “Well, by our second date I made up my mind of you and you are perfect.”  

Lucifer gave me a smugged look as he saw his hat on me. “How do I look?” “Absolutely gorgeous darling; but I think you would look better with just that on~”  

No matter how flustered I felt, I needed to keep an elegant demeanor. I swallowed hard and fanned my face. “Oh Luci dear, you need not say such things outside our home.” Lucifer gave me a mischievous grin which instantly made my heartbeat faster. I can’t describe it but when he smiles like that it’s just so damn sexy. 

“Then my darling, let us go home so that I can say other things to you~”  

I blew out some air and turned away from him. “You are making it hard for me to keep my composure dear.” I then felt his arms wrap around my waist as he rested his head on my shoulder. “Mhm sorry darling. But I do want to go home. I have a surprise and I think you’ll love it.”  

He spun me around and held my hand as we walked out of the building. “So what have you made today?” “You’ll see.” Everything that Lucifer made I’d always show it off and have it get sent down to Earth.  

Except this. He made a nursery room. “Surprised?” I walked around the room admiring the decorations and the color of the room. “It’s so beautiful. I love it.” Lucifer walked over to me and held onto my hands. “I can’t wait to bring our little duck into the world.” “Luci dear you know I’m only two months along; it will be a while longer before Charlie or Heinry come.”  

Lucifer placed a hand on my stomach and smiled. “Those are the names you want to go with?” I shook my head yes. “Charlie or Heinry, those are wonderful names darling.”  

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“Your highness. You’ve received a summoning again.” A cherub flew up to me and held out an envelope. I sighed as I already knew who it was from. “Leave it here.” I didn’t bother looking up, I just stayed looking at my desk signing documents. The cherub placed the envelope on my desk and left my office.  

I picked up the envelope and with my magic I opened it up and levitated it to read what the contents were. “His royal highness, Lucifer the king of hell has requested an audience with Y/N, the archangel of elegance and beauty.” This is the seventy eighth letter he has sent this week.  

I fiddled with my wedding ring as I thought about replying. My brothers were filled with such joy when Lucifer got sent down to Hell, but I wasn’t. Even though he betrayed me, hurt me, left me! I didn’t want to see him get banished.  

Not to mention that I recently heard that Lilith was here. How? I had no idea. Apparently, she’s been here for seven years. Seven. I didn’t know if my brothers knew of this or not. Or if anyone knew really. Did Lucifer know that she was here? 

I wrote back saying that I would visit at my earliest convenience. It’s time I visited my dear husband and asked him some questions.  

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I stood outside the doors where me and Lucifer were to meet. I have prepared some questions that I intended to ask him. It has been some time since I saw him last. I felt a little nervous but luckily hiding my true emotions has become second nature to me. I waved my hand and the doors opened. 

There I saw Lucifer pacing back and forth. He wore a white coat and pants, his shirt red and white. On top of his head was his hat but now with a crown, snake, and apple. If I didn’t know better, it looked like he copied what I did to his hat millennium years ago.  

I cleared my throat to get his attention and it worked. He looked towards where I was and straightened out his posture.  

“You came! You actually came.” He then walked over to me and examined me. I covered my left hand with my right, not wanting him to see that I was still wearing my wedding ring. I looked at his left hand and saw that he had a ring on, but it was on his pinky instead of his ring finger.  

“I have other meetings to go to so may we please proceed with this one?” 

Lucifer seemed caught off guard, but he rubbed the back of his neck and moved away from me. I entered the room and took a seat at the end of the table while Lucifer sat at the other end. 

“Well um, the reason I asked you to come today is because.... because I wanted to apologize to you.” I raised my eyebrow and gave him a confused look. After all this time, now he wants to apologize for what he’s done? But why? How long has he wanted to apologize for? If he had stated that in the letters, I would’ve come down sooner. “And I also wanted to talk to you.” He tapped his fingers on the table while saying, “Soo, how have you been?”  

I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face.  

“Well now let me see. Ah yes. My husband who I loved very much and who I thought loved me very much falls in love with another women. Then I found out that said husband and women cause chaos on Earth and got banished to Hell. After all that misfortune I was devastated. The only joy in my life was our son Heinry which recently found out that he has a half-sister. What was her name again? Ah right, Charlie. The princess of Hell. We saw her at the meeting that you arranged for her. Quite a show she put on.” 

Lucifers eyes widen as I spoke. “Wait wait wait hold on. We had a son?” I hadn’t realized that while I was talking tears formed in my eyes. I rubbed them away while saying, “No I had a son. You and her had a daughter.”  

All the emotions that I was feeling were starting to overwhelm me. I stood up and said, “I can’t do this. I have tried for so long to move on and” I paused as I felt myself choke up. “And just seeing you again is hurting me.” As I looked down at the table, I could hear Lucifer get up from his seat and walk over to me. 

“Darling? Please look at me.” I slowly raised my head up and looked at him. His hand started to reach out to me, but he paused for a moment before placing his hand on my face. “I am so sorry for what I did to you. If you can believe anything I say right now, please know that I had no control of myself when I first saw Lilith. After we got cast aside, I realized that I was under a hex from her. Which doesn’t make any sense; she was just a human but” “Hold on.” I raised my head from his hand and looked at him. “You said you were under a hex from her, tell me; what color were her eyes?” 

Lucifer seemed confused by this but answered anyways. “They were orange at first but after we came down here they were purple, why?”  

I didn’t want to believe it but what he was saying was evident. Lilith was just human before she fell so she couldn’t have cast a hex on him; unless she was given the power to do so. Using magic like that requires a magical contract but the only ones with powers to do so are myself and my brothers. One of them made a deal with her. They knew that she would be cast alongside Lucifer, so they promised to bring her up to heaven. 

“Um Y/N? Are you alright? You’ve been kinda quiet.” I snapped back into reality. I started heading towards the doors but stopped, turned, walked back to Lucifer and kissed him. It was a quick kiss but there was so much emotion in the kiss. I pulled away and said, “I forgive you Lucifer. Not one day has gone by where I haven't thought of you. My love for you has never gone away. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to some things.” 

I walked away and I could hear Lucifer call out to me, but I had already left to Heaven. 

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I was so angry with my brothers. I had no idea which one of them made a deal with Lilith, but that didn’t matter. They all must’ve known who had done it and none of them ever told me. My own brothers. 

When I entered the court room, I saw all my brothers there. Seeing them made me so angry that I completely blacked out, and I lost control of myself then. It wasn’t until later, when I looked down at my hands and saw golden blood on them, that I knew I had done something to them.  

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There I stood at the edge of Heaven. Sera, the head Seraphim was talking about how I would be cast down to Hell for the crime that I had done but I blocked her out. I was only thinking about Heinry. My son. Mine and Lucifers son. He would now be left all alone up here.  

“Do you have any last words before you are banished to hell Y/N?” Sera asked me. “Please, erase myself from Heinerys mind. I do not want him to think of me as a murderer. Make it so that he can't remember his own mother ever. ” “As you wish.” 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before leaning back and fell towards Hell. 

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I walked over to the cradle and smiled at our daughter. When she saw me, she smiled and reached out her hands towards me. I picked her up and sang to her. “You are my world, my darling. What a wonderful world I see. You are the song I’m singing, you’re my beautiful Melody.”  

“Oh, is someone awake?” I turned and saw Lucifer leaning against the door frame. “I think she wants her father.” Lucifer walked over and took Melody from my arms. “Hello my little duckling.” Melody smiled and laughed once she heard her father's voice. My heart melted at the sight. This is how it was always meant to be. Now that we have been given a second chance, things will be better this time.  

[infamous-if]

Hi there!! Apologies in advanced if this has been asked before but I just haven’t seen this question just yet and I wanted to ask, how would the RO’s (+ Rowan, perhaps??) go about comforting a crying mc? Who’s the type to just awkwardly watch? Who’s pulling them into a bear hug?

Good question!

G would awkwardly watch. Actually, I'll give them credit. They'll try to comfort but they'd fear they're making it worse or they're fucking up and would rather give the person their space. It's not out of indifference more out of just...inexperience. I'd say giving people space is G's best attempt at offering their love in the moment.

Victoria always seems to know what to do. She'd pull MC in and cuddle with them, comfort them with sweet words and advice, offer to get them food and have a night in. If you are in need of companionship, call Victoria. She's perfect lol

Rowan would make jokes or definitely purposely make a fool of himself to make MC laugh. Rowan's default reaction is always comedy, and he's good at it.

Seven would sort of do that ^, but Seven is definitely an empathetic sort of person and they'd be pulling MC in a bear hug and whispering them sweet nothings. I think Seven is very adaptable, though. Seven can offer anything that MC needs.

Like G, August is not good at it, but August has a sister and had to witness tears often, so they know what to do. They would definitely do more caretaking like getting MC a blanket or maybe their favorite snack or something. Something through gestures when words fail them.

Orion...is a hard one. I think Orion would give very blunt but helpful advice. Maybe sit next to MC and let MC let it all out, though he's not good with tears. He has a bit difficulty with physical touch during those moments but I can see him doing a back-rubbing deal. Definitely the blunt advice, though. That's Orion's idea of helping and it really comes from a well-intentioned place.

Sebastian is all about avoidance, which isn't good but lol. He'd immediately be like: 'let's do something!' or 'let's play a game!' to distract MC. If that doesn't work, I can see him just hugging MC, not saying anything in fear of saying the wrong thing.

[woodle-isbae]

Pt 2 of Freudian ?

(PLSPLSPLSPLS)

Freudian pt.2

Tayo "Tazer" Amusan x black!fem!reader

Contains: swearing , smut with plot , can be read separately, Tayo becomes a bully near the end , unprotected sex , links , loverboy!Tayo , Fluff in the start and end

A/N: I love writing for Tayo omg but this Fandom needs more fics for him (and the rest) 😮‍💨---(p/c) = preferred colour//between gold or silver

You woke up to the smell of suger and loud banging of bowls in the kitchen. Stretching and getting out of bed , strolling down to be met with a kitchen covered in flower , the container that held it open on the floor and Tayo standing there shocked at what happened , covered head to toe in a white powder

"I don't even know how it happened"

"I'll get the cleaning supplies.."

You wandered of into the apartment , comming back with the supplies needed to clean up. Handing them over to him to clean up while you sorted the things back in place.

"It was ment to be a surprise"

You giggled at him , able to tell the sadness in his voice at how you woke up right as he was going to start. Hands cupping at his cheeks and giving a light kiss to his nose.

"I was surprised, not you how wanted it to be..but it still surprised me"

He huffed at your words , smiling a bit while avoiding your eyes. He turned back to kiss you and hold you by the waist , swinging side to side trying not to giggle into the kiss.

"What're you even trying to make.??"

"I was gonna make you some pancakes wit' fruit"

"Huh..cooking isnt your power"

"Haha." Sarcasm

You laughed at him while he held back a smile , eventually giving up and watching you laugh at the joke you made

"Y'know , we could just order something for breakfast?"

"Are you sure? Wouldn't it be more fun to cook?"

"It would be more fun to eat something , with my boyfriend and my apartment not on fire"

He gave you a wide grin at the word 'boyfriend' , almost as if it was the first time you guys began dating again. Picking you up from the floor and placing you onto the counter with a longing kiss.

"What's this for?"

You cupped the cheeks of his face , confused at the sudden affection you were being showered with.

"I'm your boyfriend..can't I just kiss my Girlfriend?"

"Okay then-?"

You let him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while you ordered the breakfast. You decided to make some plans for the evening.

A knock at your door telling you that your order has arrived , Tayo offering to fetch the food while you set up the table. You guys began eating , telling stories and catching up.

"We should go out to eat..tonight."

"Oh? Feeling fancy?"

"Yeah , and I wanna make a proper apology"

"Tayo..your being too sweet , honestly I'd take anything as long as I'm with you."

"But , you deserve everything , I'll be sure you get it..as long as your with me."

His words had your heart fluttering , cheeks heating up and your face scrunched into a toothy smile that you tried to suppress. Continuing your late breakfast together before cleaning up and getting washed.

Tayo had left after he helped with the dishes , saying he needs to get ready for tonight , and informing you to be ready by 8pm.

You had gotten dressed , putting on a simple but classy outfit for the evening and did your hair nicely along with makeup. Getting your purse while answering the door to be met with your Boyfriend.

He wore a white Tee and black slacks , his hair freshly cut. A Gift bag with some roses and other treats inside had been in his hand.

"What's this for?"

"My Girlfriend..have you seen her?"

"Think so , what's she look like?"

"Uhh , pretty , really smart and did I mention pretty?"

You both burst into giggles , falling into a tight bear hug and sharing a longing kiss. Locking up and heading out to explore the night. Your journey ended up in a little park with a blanket set out on the Grass , a basket and lit candles with roses around.

"All this for me , I must be that special"

"You are that special and more"

He guided you towards the blanket , sitting down next to you. You both spoke , talking about stuff that had recently happened or how beautiful the night sky is today. Feeding eachother the snacks and fruits that were placed in the basket , doing tricks and laughing when they failed.

After a while you guys had packed away and began your way back to Your apartment.

"Anything else you have in store for tonight?"

"Mabye..mabye not..who knows"

The excitement of the surprise had your stomach twirling , wondering what else he could do to top of what he did tonight.

Unlocking the door and getting inside he led you towards your bedroom , weirdly there were candles and roses placed around the room and soft Music playing in the back. A Box sat in the middle of roses made into a heart shape on the bed.

"Oh my gosh? Tayoo"

"Open it"

You felt so loved , tears swelling in your eyes when you walked closer to the bed , sitting down to grab the box. You looked up to him before looking down to the box , opening it to two necklaces. One had your initial and the other had his. There was also a little note atop of the Diamond chains

'I hope you like the gift , spent the whole day getting everything ready just for you..by the time your ready this , you'll be getting your final gift of the Night - Tayo ♡'

"Tayooo , this is so kind..ugh I love you!"

"Well it's obvious I love you more"

You rolled your eyes at his joke and opened your arms for him to go into , he fell onto you with a content sigh and kissed you all over your face down to your neck and all the way to your hand.

"What's the final gift huh?"

"Well.."

He trailed off , climbing onto the middle of the bed and pulling you towards him , having you straddle his lap while he removed his shirt , keeping eye contact with you as he made these achingly slow movements

"It's just a simple performance before the real show"

He took the necklace with your initial on , placing it around his neck , the silver glistening against his dark skin , a sharp contrast that had you mesmerized by his beauty.

"I think it's your turn"

He turned you over , your back facing him ,he brushed his hand over the back of your neck before taking the (p/c) chain. He gently hooked it around your neck , hooking it around and placing it properly, his touch lingering for a while against your lower neck. Moving down to your back and around your waist , you could feel his face just inches away from the crook of your neck.

Arching back your head , your eyes meeting for a split second , turning your head the other direction when he began moving his closer to yours. You began laughing when he sighed into a laugh , he grabbed your waist and stuffed his face into the crook of your neck , feeling the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder.

"Is this part of the performance?"

"Night's not young...had to skip that"

You got up off him , rolling onto your stomach and slightly turning your head to face him. A sly smirk displayed across your face as your eyes pan from him to behind you.

"Do you have a plan on how to start or are you depending on fate?"

"Very funny , and I do..you'll really love it."

He climbed over you , kissing at your neck and down your back , slowly sliding the bottom of your dress up and over your waist. Wasting no time to remove the panties you had on , he kissed on your soft asscheeks , you began slipping the rest of your dress off of your body , leaving you exposed.

He turned you over , being met with your smiling face , his own emotions mirroring yours.

"What's so funny?"

"Your trying so hard to be serious!"

"You don't like that?"

"Noo , it's better we be ourselves, no seriousness and straight love-"

He cut you off with a kiss , his fingers fiddling with his belt and shirt buttons. Your own fingers tracing the back of his neck , your legs sat next to his torso. Pulling back from the kiss to catch some air , locking eyes for a moment before he gave you a sly smirk , his body lowered down until he came face to face with your pussy.

"Let's get you ready?"

He placed soft kisses on your lips , his tongue grazing past your clit , he's teasing had your legs locked around his shoulders. Attempting to pull him closer to where you needed him most.

"Stop teasing me Tayo.."

Whining out his name when he finally locked his lips around your swollen clit , his face moving to get as much of your juices on his tongue. He held your shaky legs back , not wanting to be disturbed while he ate you up.

His tongue gliding in and out of your folds , groaning into you about how sweet you taste. He didn't hold back at all , getting drunk in your juices , completely forgetting about himself and solely on your pleasure mattered to him.

"Tay- oh fuck!- I'm gonna cu-"

Your moans were strained and choked out , you both becoming whining messes. His movements speeding up when it clocked what you said , he was determined to have you turned into cock drunk puddle by the end of the night.

Your legs fighting their way out of his grasp , locking around his head as your hips shook against his tongue , your whole body twitching while you tried to catch your breath. He placed a few kisses on your thighs , then to your clit , which caused you to shake more from sensitivity.

"Don't think that was it..there more"

The rasp in his voice was purely seductive, he shuffled back up , his face close to yours. Your eyes locking once again. His lips falling on yours , tongues dancing against eachother , your taste lingering on him.

Your legs locked around his waist as he slowly entered himself , he slid in easily with how well he prepped you. Groaning at the slick warmth he felt ingulfed his cock.

He lifted your legs up to your ears , putting you into a mating press , he slowly began thrusting and kissing at your calves. His pace quickening , each thrust sending a yelp out of your plump lips , your legs shaking from the overstimulation and stretch into your current position.

"I hope you like you gift-shit- specially just for you"

He whispered into your ear , licking at your earlobe. He pulled out of you , looking down at your clenching hole , he flipped you over and wasted no time in stuffing you full again with his cock.

His thrusts were hard and relentless, the sound of your heavy breathing and moans bounced off the walls , the smell of sex lingering on both your sweaty bodies.

"You lovin' your gift righ'now , huh?"

He knew the answer , you fucking loved it more than ever , but he also knew your too dazed to even comprehend the fact you came for the second time.

"T-Tayo..I love it...I fucking love this."

You formed those words through grace , your adoration just amplified his movements , he had your head shoved into the bed while he thrusted harshly into you. The way he whined into your ear told you that we was about to cum.

He gave a few more rough thrusts into you , bullying you into the mattress before he came , he stayed on top of you for a few second to catch his breath. Pulling out and speeding to get a cloth to clean you up with.

He got your bonnet and a night gown to dress you in for bed , along with some water and other things needed for your nightly routine. One everything was done he got into the bed with you , your head resting on his chest , listening to the way his heart beat and his breath comming out with each fall of his chest.

"I'm really glad you enjoyed my gifts"

"They weren't that bad , considering you.."

"Just leave it there and sleep"

He kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes , throwing his arm over you to switch the lamp off , kissing you goodnight and falling asleep in your embrace.

[silverraes]

10 BL Boys I Want Carnally

10 BL Boys That Make Me Feel Things™

(not sexual, not romantic but a secret third thing)

okay so I wasn't exactly tagged in this but I saw several people doing this and I'll take just about any excuse to scream about my favorite characters so I'm just going to very sneakily join in on this trend 👀

there is absolutely no ranking to these bc I couldn't rank them if I wanted to

(also I changed the name a little bc my ace ass is literally physically incapable of wanting anyone carnally but I still have lots of thoughts lmao)

1) Tharn (The Sign)

I mean. is literally anyone surprised that this is where we're starting?

he's the nicest person out there. he can kick your ass if he wants to. he lost his parents at a young age and is absolutely convinced that everyone he loves is doomed to die and he keeps seeing visions of people dying and he's told again and again that those he has wronged in a past life - which he doesn't even remember - are still out to get him and yet he has so much kindness left for the world??

also he can be such a little shit and knows exactly how to tease Phaya back I love him so goddamn much.

(also that mole-)

2) Kim (Kinnporsche)

was he also on my characters I'd hit with my car list? maybe. and what about it.

I love him so much. he's such a badass but he's such a loser. famous singer who falls for a fan he was supposed to be investigating but is too emotionally constipated to admit it. badass son of a mafia family who can kick ass but only if he wants to. who does it like him honestly

(it also helps that he's played by just about the prettiest man alive)

3) Babe (Pit Babe)

did I start watching this show ironically? yes. is every mention of alphas and mpreg and that mama/papa thing hitting me like a brick and causing me 9000 psychic damage every single time? also yes. did I absolutely fall in love with the show and just about every character in it? you bet your fucking ass I did.

but I especially love Babe. he's just so babygirl. special alpha man who has to act tough and strong but just wants to be babied by his dumbass loser (affectionate) alpha boyfriend. like, he's actually so goddamn soft?? I love him.

4) Guy (Bake Me Please)

I think we all knew this was coming. I was literally gushing about him for half of the episodes. Guy my beloved. that show did not deserve you.

he spends the entire show supporting his crush's every decision and trying to make sure he's okay literally how could you not love this man

(yes he was a petty bitch for like 5 minutes there but he immediately apologized for it the next episode. properly. unlike certain other people-)

5) Sprite (Twins)

he's so himbo coded. himbo of all himbos. the himboest. not a brain cell in that head. he's my little dumbass I love him.

he deserves so much better than what he's being put through. someone please just love and support him for who he is. and also take him away from that family

(please talk to your boyfriend tho I am begging)

6) Wei Wuxian (The Untamed)

MY BELOVED. I could write essays about him. he's such a great character I love him so fucking much. if you ever had to bear witness to me talking about him.. I am so sorry.

sassy emo bitch with a flute and a tragic backstory who's seen as evil by just about everyone but only ever had the best intentions. absolute fucking dumbass. kicks ass. always smiling despite the circumstances. loves his siblings so damn much. doomed by the narrative. what more could you possibly ask for

7) Zhou Zishu (Word of Honor)

I'm trying so damn hard to keep this list to one character per show and it really took me a while to decide if I wanted to include him or Wen Kexing but ultimately it was Zhou Zishu for me

just.. god. him. assassin sect leader just trying to retire who keeps getting dragged into the biggest bullshit but doesn't really mind bc the bullshit comes with a mysterious pretty man. also that whole god damn nail thing. I have so many thoughts and feelings about that but this post would get too long if I got started on those-

(also actually pulling the "I'm literally dying" card to get out of chores is so fucking valid of him. more characters should do that)

8) Milk (Choco Milk Shake)

he is quite fucking literally a reincarnated cat, of course I love him. I could list reasons for why I love him but it would be the exact same reasons just about every cat person on earth lists for why they love cats so. but here's a quick summary, just in case:

petty. dramatic. knocks over glasses. silently loves you so fucking much.

9) Tew (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

I really did not expect to love him this much? greenest of green flags (except for the plot line we shall not talk about). can and will kill people and is fine with it (seriously it is so refreshing to see a mafia character not having a huge moral dilemma about being in the mafia). both a badass mafia man and a gamer guy who doesn't know how to talk to people and is absolutely whipped for his gamer bf.

also scars make a person just about 110x more attractive I don't make the rules. even if the scars are weird and yellow, it's the thought that counts.

10) Tian (A Tale of Thousand Stars)

I? love him??

I just love how he sets out to do something for someone he didn't even know because he feels like this person deserves that much at least and how he ends up genuinely loving and caring for those kids and the village and this inner conflict he's having the entire time but hiding oh so well and how he actually calls out his parents on their rich people bs and-

tagging everyone who reads this far and wants to do it. seriously. I mean it. if you want to do this, please go ahead and say I tagged you. I love reading everyone's thoughts.

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Can I ask what do you mean that Félix is “far from the only victim of the issue?” What other characters have this issue from Miraculous?

When I said, "Felix is far from the only victim of this issue," I was referring to the ongoing problem of inconsistent characterization. Generally speaking, characters should act according to their own internal logic. When they do, they come across as reasonably consistent, predictable, and - most importantly - realistic.

I'll talk in depth about the concept of consistent character logic and how you get around it in a moment. Before I do, I want to give a few examples from the show to demonstrate what I mean by inconsistent characterization as we must understand what the show is doing wrong before we can discuss how to do it right. This issue is so widespread that I could go character by character and give examples, but for the sake of brevity, I'll just pick the first three that come to mind.

Alya

In Chameleon, we get this exchange:

Alya: A good reporter always verifies her sources. Can you prove [that Lila] doesn't actually know Ladybug? Marinette: Well I–uh… I… I… Okay! You want proof she's lying? Hey Lila! You forgot your napkin!

In this scene, Alya comes across as massively hypocritical because we all know that Alya isn't holding Lila to the same standard that Marinette is being held to. Alya will happily believe whatever BS Lila spouts and even post it on the Ladyblog for all the world to see.

We also know that this habit of not verifying sources isn't a new thing for Alya. We saw it bite her in the ass a couple times back in season one with things like the Lady WiFi incident where Alya thought that Chloe was Ladybug based on little more than circumstantial evidence.

But at the same time, we get things like this scene from the start of Feast:

Alya: Now you know back in the day sculptures were painted, right? Most of the paint vanished over time, but tiny microscopic pigments still remain. Thanks to this special app, witness how it originally looked. But here's the big thing. All these works of art have something in common. It's the same symbol! Look, everywhere. (Marinette gasps as she imagines Master Fu's mission) It's like some kind of secret society emblem. As if a kind of Order of the Guardians has been watching over the superheroes since the beginning of time!

This scene showed off some serious research skills. Alya uncovered secrets that the guardians had kept hidden for centuries or possibly even millennia! And this isn't the only time where we see Alya pull off this kind of quality research. If you pay attention, you'll realize that she clearly wasn't kidding when she says that she checks her sources!

In other words, depending on the episode, Alya is either a brilliant reporter who does her research or a tabloid journalist who takes anything she's given at face value as long as it makes for a popular blog post. There is no consistency nor is there a gradual change over time. The quality of Alya's journalism jumps back and forth from episode to episode depending on what the writers need it to be for the plot to work.

Nino

Nino is the holder of the miraculous of Protection and we were told many times that a miraculous must suit the person who bears it, so Nino supposedly embodies the spirit of Protection. And yet, in the season five episode Illusion, we see him:

Out his secret identity for no reason

Out his girlfriend's secret identity for no reason and without her permission!

Purposefully antagonize his best friend's father even though he knows that Gabriel and Adrien have a very tense relationship

Willingly get someone akumatized without taking any precautions to minimize the damage that akuma will do

Does that sound like a protector to you? Does it even sound like someone who should be made a part-time hero? I'd say no. Especially since Nino doesn't apologize for any of this. He happily justifies his own behavior and is even treated as being in the right. The only sudo-apology we get is this:

Nino: Mr. Agreste, I owe you an apology. All your troubles today, the pizza, the pasta, the chocolate, all that was... that was a plan to help Ladybug and Cat Noir. And it worked, dude! I mean, sir... Ladybug, Cat Noir, look! (shows a picture of Gabriel’s akumatization) Magic lightning! That's how Monarch gives his akumatized villains the power of the Miraculous!

Which is followed by everyone praising Nino for uncovering a thing that we now know goes nowhere. The heroes never try to track down the "lightning" Nino caught on film, so he risked Adrien's relationship and freedom for nothing. If that's protection, then count me out!

Adrien

At the start of season two, we get Glacitor, which gives us this exchange:

Cat Noir: There's a boy? Who is...? Ladybug: It's— I can't tell you who it is. We can't know anything about each other. Our identities must remain a secret. We're both superheroes, Cat Noir. We don't have a choice. (There's a silence. They look at each other sadly. Cat Noir walks closer and smiles before he hands her a rose, which Ladybug takes) Cat Noir: I get it, Ladybug. Your friendship means everything to me. (kisses her cheek) You can keep the rose. It goes with your costume.

And then, in this same episode, when Adrien is alone with Plagg, he says:

Adrien: Perhaps Ladybug will love me someday. I mean, like, I love her. I have to believe. In the meantime, her friendship is the best gift of all.

Driving home the fact that he truly meant what he said to Ladybug. He is happy to just be her friend, though he does hope that, one day, their relationship changes.

Then, towards the end of season two, we get Frozer which has Chat Noir do this:

Cat Noir: For you, M'lady. (kneels and showed the rose on his hand.) Ladybug: Seriously, Cat Noir? You're about to transform back! (points his ring) Cat Noir: So what? Ladybug: Well, if you transform back, then I'll know who you are and then... Cat Noir: And then we won't keep secrets from each other anymore. (transforms back to Adrien and Ladybug is shocked) Adrien: We'll be united, more powerful and free, we'll defeat Hawk Moth, then we can both run away to an island! (Ladybug smiles a little bit) Far away from everything. We will live off nothing but fruits, and we will have a little pet hamster and we will name it- Ladybug: Cat Noir! (It was revealed it was a daydream from Cat Noir) I can't accept this rose from you. I told you already. I'm in love with someone else. Cat Noir: I know, M'lady. But if he weren't here, would things be different between us?

And this:

Ladyice: Cat Noir. We need to set up a trap for whoever turned the city into a giant ice rink. (throws yo-yo) Icecat: (bitterly) My feline instincts prefer to track and observe before I attack. You go your way, I'll go mine. Ladyice: Please don't tell me you're mad at me about the rose. Icecat: There may be a certain chill now between us. Ladyice: I get it, but we should really focus on saving Paris right now. Icecat: We don't always have to do everything together, after all. It's not like we're a couple. (skates away) Ladyice: Cat Noir, don't get all pouty on me!

And this:

Adrien: I hope this helps you get more students to sign up. (walks away with Kagami) Kagami: You still keep doing what other people want you to do. Adrien: No, I just want him to be happy. And I'm not changing my target. Even if it means failing over and over again, because one day, I will succeed and hit it.

Oh yeah, he's totally respecting Ladybug's "no" and prioritizing their friendship over his feelings! This is top tier dreamy romantic lead writing!

On Characterization

By now, you hopefully see I what I meant when I said that Felix is far from the only character to have magical personality changes for the sake of The Plot. No one is safe from being rewritten. Sometimes characters change permanently without a real explanation. Sometimes characters ping pong back and forth. Other times they're so weird and wacky that you truly have no idea who this character is supposed to be. This is a problem because well written characters tend to be predictable. That doesn't mean that you'll always know exactly what a character will do. It just meant that a character's actions should make sense to the audience.

But, if you're a writer, how do you do that?

Allow me to explain!

If you want to write a solid, believable character, you have to keep them logically consistent. This does not mean that their actions need to be logical. All it means is that any character-based logic you establish has to be respected and followed.

For example, if you establish that Marinette can't talk to Adrien without messing up her words, then you cannot have an episode where she's suddenly able to talk to him because you are breaking one of Marinette's character rules.

If you have established this rule for Marinette, but your story needs to let Marinette talk to Adrien, then you need to do one of two things: create a situation that logically breaks her rules OR give her a character arc. That's just how characterization works! You establish a character, let the audience get to know them, then find ways to tell the story you want to tell while honoring the character you introduced the audience to. If your characters' are ping ponging all over the place and acting completely different from episode to episode, then you are failing at characterization.

Before we end, let's take a moment to rewind and explain what I meant when I talked about the two ways to get around a character's rules. We'll start with the easier way: breaking rules by putting the character in a situation that forces them to do something they'd usually never do.

Extenuating Circumstances

This is the first of the two ways to get around character rules and Miraculous occasionally does it well. For example, in Risk, they needed to get Marinette and Adrien to talk about things that Marinette and Adrien would never discuss, so the writers had an akuma make them talk. That's good writing! Special circumstances can - and often should - override character rules. No one will struggle to believe it if a pacifist becomes violent when their loved ones are threatened. In fact, in that scenario, keeping the pacifist a pacifist may make the character feel unbelievable depending on why they're a pacifist and the nature of the threat.

It's important to note that these rule breaking moments tend to be short lived like how Marinette and Adrien both reverted as soon as Risk was no longer affecting them.

Above, we discussed how out of character Nino was in Illusion, but his behavior in that episode isn't all that different from his behavior in Rocketear and I have no issues with Nino's writing in Rocketear. The reason for the discrepancy is that, in Rocketear, Nino thought that Alya was cheating on him. That's the kind of extenuating circumstance that would make someone act a little weird. In other words, Illusion's problem is not Nino's behavior, it's the context of his behavior. The writers simply didn't put in the work to make Illusion feel believable.

Character Arcs

Now that we've talked about temporary changes, let's switch gears and talk about the way you make more permanent changes to a character's rules. Namely, character arcs.

People are probably more familiar with this tool, but I'll still quickly define it: a character arc is when a character undergoes a change in personality, behavior, and/or beliefs based on an experience or series of experiences.

Miraculous is terrible at character arcs, so I don't have any examples to pull from in canon. Instead, let's take the Adrien example from above and rewrite it to be a character arc where he goes from pouting about being turned down to accepting that he really is happy to just be Ladybug's friend.

It is incredibly common for teenagers to struggle with the concept of rejection. Heck, even full grown adults struggle with it! You meet someone and you're drawn to them and you start building up this wonderful relationship in your head but, before that dream even gets a chance to become reality, your love interest blows it up with a, "No." Instead of accepting that, "No," you become obsessed with changing their mind. If only they'd see you in the right light, you know that they'd love you like you love them!

Obviously that's not how things work and this point of view is quite problematic, but this is a kids show and Adrien is only 14. It's reasonable for him to need to learn this lesson. I'd even go so far as to argue that we need characters to learn this lesson in kids shows. And if you don't think it should be learned by characters who eventually do end up with their love, that's fine, I don't disagree. However, I do think the lesson still works so long as we get a good gap between the character learning it and the character getting together with their love interest.

On to the rewrite!

In this new version of season two, Chat Noir doesn't take the Glaciator rejection well. Instead of smiling and accepting it, he asks if he has any chance and he's devastated when he's told, "No." We'll even add a scene at the end of the episode where Adrien tells Plagg, "I'm going to change Ladybug's mind!" In other words, Glaciator now plays like Frozer and it also leads into a season-wide conflict where Chat Noir is good to his word.

Throughout the season, he keeps pushing things, trying to prove that he's the better pick and that mystery boy is a waste of Ladybug's time. This all culminates in the new version of Frozer, wherein Adrien decides to go out with Kagami to make Ladybug jealous. But remember, that episode only happens because Kagami is trying to convince Adrien to give up on his crush and crush on her instead. Aka, the exact same thing that Adrien has been doing all season.

As you may have already guessed, in the new Frozer, we see Kagami do the same kinds of things that Chat Noir has been doing to Ladybug because Kagami is equally desperate to prove that she and Adrien are meant to be. He just needs to wake up and get with the program!

The more Kagami pushes, the more Adrien realizes that this date was a terrible mistake. He also realizes, "Oh shit, is this how I've been acting? Gosh, I'm an awful friend! I'm going to ruin my partnership if I keep this up."

By the end of the episode, Chat Noir apologies to Ladybug and Kagami can either learn the same lesson or promise to not give up, leading Adrien to sigh and promise to suffer through her advances for at least a little while longer because he wants to try and get her to learn the same lesson he did.

From that point on, Chat Noir is totally respectful of Ladybug, but still very much in love with her. She can even say that she hates hurting him, to which he'll reply, "You didn't do a thing to hurt me, my Lady. You've been perfectly clear about what you want. I'm going to do my best to respect that because your friendship means everything to me. I don't want my feelings to ruin what we have."

I'd also have this conversation establish that the flirty banter is okay by both of them and have them both promise to say something if their boundaries change, but I'm not writing all that out. What really matters is that Chat Noir has now learned a valuable lesson and we can have all of the Ladynoir hi-jinks we love so much without any of that nasty, pushy undercurrent we get in canon. Instead, we now get some lovely, heartfelt pinning that's going to play so good when the reveal happens!

If you want to really have some run, you can even let Ladybug develop feelings for Chat Noir to really highlight how sexy respect is. It's up to your preferences, but I do enjoy a good "two crushes" crisis and Marinette's sexual/romantic alignment seems to allow for multiple crushes based on the Luka and Catwalker stuff.

Conclusion

You can make almost any character do almost anything if you play your cards right, but Miraculous isn't playing the game. The writers seem to do whatever they want and it's sad because there's a good show to be had here. Good characters, too. It's why I continue to defend them in spite of the mess that is canon. Every single character in this show could have been great if the show had put in the effort to make them great.

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Hellooooo! For Danfic club (try and pry that name out of my cold dead hands!) I'd like to request...you can pick either...or both lol

1- Hualian AU, canon divergent, feat. 'The young soldier' Hua Cheng fucking the aphrodisiac's effect out of Xie Lian. Clumsy but rough sex please! Bottomlian!

2- Wangxian, canon divergent. Madam Lan lives and how it changes Lan Wangji as a person. Set in cloud recesses study arc. Maybe wangxian happen during the lectures? I want Madam Lan to be an amazing mom as well as someone who teases tf outta wangxian whenever she notices them making eyes at each other not knowing its a crush. She's their much needed braincell. Smut happening preferred, bottomxian please!

I am a massive fan of sex pollen, so I went with option 1... apologies I did tamper with the prompt a little to age up Hua Cheng. He's in his Wu Ming era rather than Hong Hong-er. Also any excuse to sneak in a bit of creep Jun Wu. Thanks for the prompt and enjoy!

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'Abstinence is a waste of your time now, don't you think?'

The question haunted Xie Lian as his body succumbed to the effects of the pink hazy smoke White No-Face had blown into his lungs before he vanished. His body burned and his cock ached with unfulfilled need. Xie Lian panted beneath his mask, his breath hot and damp against his skin. Somehow, though his cultivation path demanded abstinence, it wasn't the first time he'd felt such an all consuming lust. His heart sank as he realised he'd been infected with Land of the Tender again.

Last time, his robes had been made of the purest silks. Now, they were rough fabric that caused delicious friction against his sensitive body every time he moved.

Xie Lian fumbled with the ties of his robe until he was able to tear them from his shoulders, they pooled on the ground. The cool air did nothing to soothe the heat raging within his body. What had he done last time... unable to hold his body up anymore he dropped to the floor. His eyes landed on his sword, propped against the wall across from him. Last time he'd stabbed himself. This time, Xie Lian had been stabbed too many times to bear another. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'Your Highness!' Wu Ming rushed over to join Xie Lian on the floor. His masked face followed his gaze, 'You can't stab yourself this time. I won't let you.'

If Xie Lian had his wits, he would've found Wu Ming's words strange. Yet all he truly heard was that he wouldn't have to stab himself. His body turned pliant under Wu Ming's touch as he lifted him up and placed him in a sitting position. Despite the aphrodisiac burning up Xie Lian's body, Wu Ming's fingertips felt even more scalding. He rolled a nipple beneath his thumb and electricity coursed through Xie Lian's body. His hips bucked up of their own accord and a wanton moan escaped his lips. In a move that was almost tentative, Wu Ming raked his nails across Xie Lian's chest. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Xie Lian had already abandoned so many things, what hardship would it be to abandon one more? As Wu Ming explored his upper body, Xie Lian wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock and began to stroke himself.

He only managed a couple of strokes before Wu Ming's grasp tightened around his wrist, 'Your Highness, allow me.'

Unable to resist, Xie Lian dropped his hand and allowed Wu Ming to do whatever he wanted with him. Wu Ming's touch was clumsy at first, he gripped him too tightly, stroked him too aggressively. The Land of the Tender only served to increase the pleasure. The pain adding to the overall ecstasy Xie Lian felt from Wu Ming's ministrations. The mask on his face threatened to suffocate him as his breath hitched and his heart raced. With his free hand, Wu Ming curled a finger around the edge of the mask to remove it. An obstinate move, though Xie Lian had to admit, it was more comfortable. Without the mask, air could fill his lungs with abandon. His moans felt even more satisfying.

'Tell me what you want,' Wu Ming said, his pace turning frantic as he worked Xie Lian closer and closer to his first climax of the night.

'Anything... everything... make it stop hurting,' Xie Lian forced out between frantic pants.

Wu Ming nodded, toyed with Xie Lian's nipples with one hand as the other worked him until his release splattered across his stomach.

Xie Lian's moans of relief echoed around their hideout, but his cock remained half hard. He looked up at Wu Ming in a daze, 'More,' he begged.

Wu Ming wiped up the evidence of Xie Lian's climax, capturing it between his fingers before he flipped him over. Xie Lian gasped as his cock pressed against the mud floor. His body moved of his own accord and he rolled his hips against the floor seeking the friction that would bring him relief.

Suddenly an arm wrapped around his hips pinning him in place, 'Your Highness, allow me. Do not sully yourself this way.'

Xie Lian stilled and Wu Ming eased a finger within his entrance. His body jolted from the intrusion. He whimpered as Wu Ming added another finger, stretching his body for an unknown purpose. As Wu Ming's fingers pistoned within him Xie Lian found the burning sensation melding into a desire to be filled properly.

'Inside...' he gasped, 'put it inside.'

Wu Ming stilled in his actions, the second he withdrew his fingers, Xie Lian rolled over to see him better. Cautiously, he held his legs out of the way and offered Wu Ming his hole. After a moments fumbling to release his own cock, Wu Ming lined himself up and pushed inside. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into him with abandon, giving Xie Lian no time to think before his cock hit his prostate. Xie Lian gasped and moaned as Wu Ming embraced him, his mask dug into his shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise as they moved together in perfect rhythm, chasing relief. Xie Lian would be marked with the proof of what they had done long after the aphrodisiac had left his system. Wu Ming continued to fuck him into the floor as white clouded Xie Lian's vision. He felt the effects of the aphrodisiac start to fade as he was finally sated. He felt Wu Ming's cock throbbing within him as he hurtled towards his own release and wrapped his legs around him, holding him in place.

'Your Highness,' Wu Ming gasped.

'Inside,' Xie Lian said, digging his heels into  the crook of Wu Ming's back to punctuate his sentence.

Wu Ming nodded before he recklessly thrust into him, his moans deafening beside Xie Lian's ear as he spilled himself inside.

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I have a question about your RWBY au: how would you handle teams facing consequences when making a big decision that backfires?

My problem with RWBY is that despite making choices that should had have consequences (telling government secrets to Robyn hill, pointing a gun at Whitney, agrus incident etc) the characters instead get rewarded for their actions.

What will you do differently?

I apologize because this got long and maybe veered a bit from the original question but here we go.

For a TL;DR: we need better world building, more apparent character flaws the narrative actively calls out, and villains to be dangerous

I think the main issue with why RWBY never had proper consequences, is that it largely operated (and still somewhat does) on rule of cool. Characters are powerful when the plot demands it in ways that kind of make the stakes feel nonexistent.

To properly implement consequences for characters we need to know what their flaws are and what they could get as punishment if those flaws aren't handled.

Our characters have some referenced flaws, but often times their flaws either never get checked because the writers don't view them as flaws needing to be fixed, or they're excused in canon. Bad things don't happen to them mainly because they mess up, they happen because bad people do bad things.

While pyrrha is the character I'm most annoyed about with the lack of depth, all of them are written to be cool and kind of flawless. So first step is I'd set up clear flaws from volume 1 and have them face consequences that will carry over long term. Here are some examples.

Ruby: For Ruby I feel like she tends to focus on handling things herself. She's incredibly self reliant to the point that she makes a lot of choices to do things solo that ultimately could get her killed. But the writers never go that far. She faces off against Cinder twice and leaves unscathed, if we're going to have her track Cinder to the tower, Ruby needs to leave wounded. Allowed to live because Cinder let her. Give her a scar that remains on her for the rest of the series. Maybe it's normally covered but it's a reminder of the dangers she faces. And even then we don't have to have her learn her lesson yet.

Yang is one where her consequences will effect the Atlas arc. Because I want her semblance to make her black out when she rages. Something she never focused on fixing because normally she could direct it before she blacks out so that the only person hurt is the one who caused the rage. Her teachers keep warning her of the damage she does to the area around her and how her black outs get longer the angrier she is. But she kind of waves it off because she's had this semblance for years and she knows how to deal with it.

However during the vytal festival when there are several competitions between schools and we build up a rivalry between team villain and team rwby we see her anger boiling. She's containing it and does a good job for a while, but the Mercury fight is the last straw. When she attacks Mercury its not just that she hits him once, in fact the villains new her rage made her black out and expected her to hit once. She downs him bad. She has to be restrained and the entire of remnant bears witness to her building rage culminating in her pummeling a kid from a different school. And when she attacks Adam that's once more her lashing out before thinking leading to her arm loss. When she travels she's met with wariness and fear because people know her as the girl that destroys.

Her six month hiatus is not just full of her wallowing over her arm, but angry over everything and raging out sporadically. I'd honestly give taiyang the same semblance as her being the one to help her train to properly control it. But the shadow of her actions won't disappear and people will try to exploit that weakness if she doesn't curb it.

For Blake it would be her being a traitor and running. RWY need their trust regained by her that she'll have to actively work towards doing so but it won't just be them. In Atlas Ironwood knows her past because he would've run checks on any people if interest and found her connection to Adam who was one of the people leading the attack on Beacon and subsequently also was the leader of a group that attacked Argus. Finding out she was a loyal follower of him almost her entire life means that she isn't let into the inner circle and in fact spends most of her stay in Atlas monitored and on probation. The group vouches for her but that can only pacify someone like Ironwood slightly.

For Weiss I'd have her actually be very loyal to authority figures in a way that often causes arguments between her team and her. In Atlas it would cause a major fight because if Yang were to spill secrets to Robyn, Weiss would probably avoid speaking to her for a decent amount of time. I think by that point she'd not outright tell Ironwood herself, but she would be furious at the disrespect. It would mean that more often than not, she's causing unnecessary disagreements in the group but it would also mean that she knows best how to handle people in places like Atlas.

Largely I'd just have a big focus on how dumb choices they make effect their relationships with people outside of the core group. Revealing secret information leads to Penny becoming very disappointed in them and a slight breakdown in the friendship. Potientially if Yang did it without talking to the others it now means Yang gets into a verbal fighting match with the rest of the gang because everything starts to go wrong.

Going off to fight things alone or not properly training means you get into situations that could maim or kill you. Trusting anyone too easily can result in someone dangerous entering your group with the intent to cause harm.

In general I'd really just focus on building flaws, turning down power levels at the start, and making the world and villains more dangerous. Also I think making each kingdom distinctly different in its politics and government could've helped make it so that the group trying to approach all situations the same backfires a lot. It's something I'd have to rewatch the show for to list specific instances of things I'd make consequences for but those are my current notes.

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Tarot of Destiny / Chapter 12 - Foundation for Feelings

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Miyaji: "Apologies for the wait, my lord. How are you? I hope you're not tired, listening to everyone?"

> "I'm fine"

Miyaji: "Good to hear. If I could, I'd like to shorten the conversation and ease your burden... But looking at the card and reflecting on myself, words I want to convey to you overflow.  I'm usually not very talkative… so it's odd. Anyway, this is an important step to save you, so I'll do it properly. Is that okay with you?"

> "Yeah, understood"

Miyaji: "Great. Now, take a look at my tarot card. Mine is the 'Temperance' in ‘reverse’.  In essence, it means 'lack of self-control' or 'emotional.' It accurately describes me. At first glance, I might appear as a mature person, but... my lord, you know how my true self is different, right?

Especially... when it comes to Lucas. When it comes to him, I inevitably become emotional and decide to always ‘give him the cold shoulder’... Phew… Hearing it myself makes my ears hurt. But at least for now... I've realized that mistake. 

Being able to listen to Lucas' words and opening my heart again… it was none other than you, my lord, who gave me that opportunity. If it weren't for you... I would have lost my life… with lingering resentment between us. 

Not just me, but also Lato, Haures, Bastien, and many other comrades... Would have ended up bearing the despair of fierce battles and losing comrades… Sorry. My habit is to imagine the worst. But... that didn't become reality. Thanks to you being here... we've been spared from witnessing the worst outcomes.

Maybe... someone else has already told you, but... you’re not only important to me, but also to the people in this world. Thanks to you... this world has experienced positive changes. 

Thank you very much, my lord. I owe it to you, that I've come to cherish my own life. Thank you.”

> “Likewise, thank you"

Miyaji: "......It's strange. In front of you, my lord... I always end up talking a lot. I feel a familial warmth, and I think it's the same with Lato and Flure...  Maybe I'm... relying on you?"

> "Huh..."

Miyaji: "Oops. That was an unnecessary remark as a butler.  But this time, the purpose was to 'convey our feelings as they are.'  I'd appreciate it if you could overlook my slight slip of the tongue.  Phew... Thanks for hearing me talking for so long, my lord. Well then... I'll call Lato and Flure now."

~ A little while later ~

Lato: "Well… we managed to convey our feelings to the lord… but isn't it earlier than planned?"

Flure: "Yeah. The lord came to the Earth Temple sooner than expected too... Maybe everyone's being considerate and trying not to make the conversation too long.  It must be tough for you to listen to the stories from 17 people..."

> "It's not a problem"

Flure: "Fufu. Thank you for saying that. Now, we have the three butlers from the villa left... After hearing everyone's feelings... I hope we can find the answer to save you!"

Lato: "Don't worry. If we can't find the answer, we can create one ourselves. Let's break this cursed fate. With you, we can do it. Because you... released me from the curse shackling me."

Flure: "I-I don't really get it... but when you say that, it feels like we might work it out.  Anyway... If there's anything we can do to help, we'll do anything. Feel free to call me when you're in trouble! My lord!"

> "Thank you, Flure"

Lato: "Even when you're not in trouble, feel free to reach out to me, my lord."

> "Thank you, Lato"

Flure: "Ah! M-me too!"

Miyaji: "Heh… I feel like talking like this forever... but it seems Teddy is waiting outside… Should I go get him?"

Teddy: "Ah! Um…”

Click

Teddy: “S-sorry for interrupting… It seemed like you were in the middle of a conversation… Um... Have Prof. Miyaji and others finished talking?"

Miyaji: "Ah, yes. We've each expressed our feelings."

Teddy: "I see! That's good to hear.  Then, it's our turn, the three butlers from the villa.  My lord. Let me guide you to the 'Wind Temple' as the final one. It's a bit far… but it's a really wonderful place! I think you'll like it!"

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[bbygirl-aemond]

What would've been a better way for everyone to handle the whole vagar, eye, kids fighting, my mom's dragon scene

yes, i've thought a lot about this! i really think that if the adults explained to the kids the potential dangers of the different things they did, rather than blaming them for their actions or punishing them for it, they could have avoided all of this. this can happen while also making sure the kids learn to take responsibility for their actions and to foster empathy rather than resentment.

for example, alicent could explain to aemond that it was really mean to throw laena's death in her daughter's faces, to throw harwin's death in jace's face (she can do this without saying she thinks harwin is jace's bio dad), and to throw being dragonless in rhaena's face (especially when he knows how much that hurts). daemon could explain to rhaena and baela that dragons are sentient beings with free will, and that they aren't objects to be inherited. all parents could explain to all children that it's dangerous to sneak out at night, and that you should always get an adult instead of running off to confront potentially dangerous strangers. someone should also have explained to baela that it's not okay to turn a verbal exchange into a physical fight, and to the children of team black that a 4v1 fight just isn't fair or honorable. all of the kids should be made to apologize to each other for all of these things.

now this leaves us with the three truly tricky things that still need to be addressed: (1) aemond threatening to kill jace, (2) aemond calling jace and luke bastards, and (3) luke cutting out aemond's eye. i still think all of these things could have been handled without heavily punishing the kids AND without letting them feel completely blameless just because their intent was good, ignoring that actions also have impacts. i'll go through them one by one:

(1) the adults need to dig deeper into why aemond brought out the murder threat, which will reveal the bullying/resentment that he's built up. then they can address this and have the strong boys AND AEGON apologize for it. and then they can tell aemond that hurt feelings are NOT an excuse to threaten murder and that an exception will be made this time because he's family and also a child who has just been terribly injured, but that this kind of behavior will have harsh consequences if he knowingly repeats it in the future. i also do think it would be good if there was some (still relatively benign) consequence for this, like aemond being forced to spend more time around jace so the two could develop more empathy for each other.

(2) the key here is NOT to focus on the truthfulness of the rumors. instead, it's to focus on the fact that publicly using the word bastard puts children in danger who are very much innocent regardless of whether you think the rumors are true. to focus on the impact, and to not ask the greens to lie but to ask them to avoid saying it in public unprompted the way aemond did.

you might think it would be dangerous to avoid outright denying the accusations, but i'd argue less so than in canon: aegon saying "everyone knows" and viserys being completely unable to refute him is why the rumors got so out of hand in the first place. if we don't make it about the truth, we avoid that scene that proves to the court it IS true and even the king can't deny it, which is far more harmful.

(3) the most important thing here is to acknowledge that intent does NOT negate impact. i think this is also an amazing opportunity to teach luke a very important lesson about leadership: you should be prepared to accept the responsibility for every action you take, no matter how justified. a great way to do this would be to make luke aemond's companion throughout his recovery. this way, luke would be forced to bear daily witness to the long, painful healing process, and then the difficulty of learning a new normal.

this wouldn't make luke feel like he was being punished for defending himself, but rather that he was being asked to remain aware of the way it irrevocably changed and damaged aemond's entire life's path. this would also, i think, help to foster more empathy between the two; i can very much see luke caving first and growing to empathize with aemond since he's a more sensitive boy, and if he's more sympathetic then aemond's resentment will never build up in the same way.

tldr: no one was fully right in this situation, and no one was fully wrong, either. even if you think they were, they're very young children, and these actions shouldn't damn them for the rest of their lives (which is part of why aemond's injury being permanent is so unfortunate). apologies should be made everywhere, and any consequences should be more positively framed (spending time together to learn empathy). taking action like this would have prevented aemond from becoming so resentful, and probably would have saved luke's life. it would also have helped alicent and her children to feel like aemond's injury was taken seriously, making them feel more safe and therefore making them less susceptible to otto's manipulations.

but noooo, we get the adults on both sides doubling down that their kids are 100% the victims and 0% to blame for anything. and that's how we get the dinner scene where rhae's kids are completely unremorseful and actively antagonistic, with alicent's kids resentful and antagonistic in return: with each side intent that they've never done anything wrong, ever, all while hating the other side for thinking the very same.

[tarnussy]

OK, this sounds really stupid but I wanted to ask how would you describe Godrick's voice because all I can think of is "Dublin accent/ west country farmer remix" and I don't think I can put that in a fanfic.

(I'm working on my fic again (finally) and I was going to describe Godrick's voice but realised that I couldn't think of any words for it. I've skirted around the issue for now but I did want some ideas for future reference.)

Do you think you can help?

Hi and thank you for messaging!

I remember talking about this topic with you a while back and I don't mind revisiting at all. English is not my first language, and hearing and pinpointing accents is something I can't really do as of yet (or ever), but I'll try my best based on what I've heard.

I remember multiple people saying that they can hear West country when he speaks, and if you'd like to be closer to lore, I think that would be correct because as Kenneth says, he is an upjumped country bumpkin. I believe that the Dublin accent comes into play because of Limgrave and how it is said to be inspired by Ireland, and maybe his VA Ramon Tikaram tried to go for something of both? But I'm just speculating here.

And while I only write fanfic in my head, and have no idea what the correct way of describing voices would be that's accepted by fandom, you could also maybe just focus on describing his voice from the aspect of how it makes you feel when you hear it? His treasure of a VA went absolutely ham showing an array of emotions.

What I mean:

talking to dragon - admiring, quiet, hopeful

addressing the Tarnished - gradually getting loud and intimidating

upon the Tarnished's death 1st phase vs. 2nd - pure spite of a common Tarnished L vs. hoping for Godfrey's validation

arm scene & grafting & bear witness - 😩👌👌👌🔥 off the shits, fierce & very hopeful for the dragon head (and proud, you can hear him smiling too but not sure how to explain it)

his death scene - quiet, soft, sad, hyperfocused on his promise to his people as he dies

So because they are showing how much more emotional and human he is compared to other, more stoic and collected demigods, I'd say to definitely focus on that too, rather than just the accent. But that's just a recommendation on my part. I probably also didn't answer this in a helpful way at all, I apologize!