#OKAY OKAY BUT LIKE BEFORE YOU SAY SOMEHTING

[spoiledmilks]

I would love to see you elaborate a little more on your idea of William and Mrs afton :) I too have brainworms about them

SO

**clears throat and pulls out a whiteboard from my pocket**

First of all william is like the most annoyed grumpy person unless he’s with mrs afton (who im gonna call clara cuz i do like that time)

William the toughest guy around would melt when being with her and i think thats adorable

Clara on the other hand is a cheerful person and i like to imagine she’s actually the one who would fall in love first

Second of all DANCE!

clara is an amazing dancer and actually taught william how to dance and they’d dancee together a lot

Hence why william built ballora (not sure if she’s actually possesed by clara or nah. I switch between the ideas of her being ballora and ballora just being inspired by her a lot)

Also clara is pretty strong and would help william with some animatronic buildimg stuff

She doesnt know much about it so she would follow william’s instructions and do her best to help, she just wants to spend time with him ^-^

Lastly i think they were great parents, sure william was tougher and a bit meaner but i imagine he would build toys for his kids and stuff. Clara would be the more forgiving and kinder parent but they would still be great parents together

Things went to shit after evan’s death where william would slowly go insane and blahblah you know the story

Anyway those are my lil ideas about them thank you for reading

**puts the whiteboard back into my pocket and leaves**

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

hey! so glad to see new writers on here!!

do you mind writing something for donnie darko? fluff, angst, whatever you decide :)

YES OMG THANK YOUUUU

DOLL - donnie darko.

fluff all around guys GENDER NEUTRAL READER

━━━━━━━━ DONNIE DARKO had been a quiet guy in (name)'s eyes. They'd never particularly heard him speak, but he'd also never really heard them speak. When (name) entered his English class one tuesday afternoon, Donnie was enticed by them.

Their enigma floated through the school, and before they'd made friends, (name) had a reputation. They were oblivious to this, but that didn't mean Donnie was. He'd heard kids say that (name) had been expelled for a fight that sent a kid to the hospital at their old school.

He believed heavily it was a lie. (name), his (name) wasn't capable of that - thats why he was determined to weasle his way into their life.

It started three weeks later, nearing the middle of their school year, Donnie had manifested their partnership through a school project. It didn't take him long to realize how odd he was being, but somehting inside of him found it to be normal - in his eyes, it was okay.

If it meant he was getting closer to (name), he believed it to be okay.

The first day of the project, Donnie had invited (name) over, letting them into his private space - his bedroom. Not a lot of his friends got to see his room, but as he watched their eyes float through his room, he was okay with them in here.

By the time they'd had their second day for their project, Donnie found his obsession fading into a genuine crush. How would they react to his problems? Would they run away screaming when he told them about Frank?

(name) wasn't like that when he told them, they understood him, and they never dared to poke and prod at the fact that something was wrong with him. They treated Donnie normally, and he was genuinely head over heels for them.

They’d adjusted to this newfound friendship within days, considering how close (name) and Donnie were able to get within days. The new duo had easily passed their project, being the only two to do so. However, they found themselves hanging out more and more after school.

After some time, the time for (name) to sleepover at the Darko household came. Donnie warned them not to be alarmed when he wasn’t in the bed beside them, and they understood - nodding instantly. They’d still worry about him, but they wouldn’t necessarily be so worried they’d call the police.

One night, before he disappeared, he found himself holding (name). They’d fallen asleep like that, their head resting half on his arm and half on his pillow, hand holding his arm that wrapped around their waist.

He’d found himself awake after a while, in the middle of the golf course. Soon enough, he’d made it home, and trudged along to hide away in (name)s arms. They were still asleep by time he collapsed atop them, burying himself into the crook of their neck, arms wrapping securely around them.

“You okay, Donnie?” (name) sleepily asked, running their hand through his hair. That soothed him further, soon (name) found themself with a sleeping Donnie in their arm. They really had no problem with it, soon adjusted and fast asleep themself.

It was a common occurrence for nights to end this way. Neither really cared about the obscurities of what they considered “friendship”, so they continued to do as they did.

(name) also had a quirk where they were mostly understanding, caring, and loving when it came to fights, the two worked through each problem bit by bit, and they eventually had a smooth friendship.

On this particular night, Donnie lay across (name)s chest, breathing in their cologne/perfume. He was calm, his mind was quiet, and their hands floated through his hair, down his back, expanding across his shoulders, and ending back in his hair.

He was calm, holding her so tightly it was almost insane. This was his comfort, his home, his domains. No one could take this away from him, no one could take away his (name).

They didn’t mind it either, and they felt their heart begin to ache for him through long periods of time where they didn’t talk and hangout every millisecond of the day.

Deciding then and now, they’d get closer with Donnie, and maybe eventually fall in love. Donnie wasn’t opposed either, he was already head over heels for his best friend.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” he was the fancy new kid, a phony accent to mask his boring interior and personality. Marcus had fallen in love with (name) upon first sight, which bothered both (name), and Donnie.

Donnie hated Marcus. He made it known all the time, but (name) pulled the same antics, melting into Donnie’s arms, chest, lap, anything, whenever Marcus was nearby.

“That guy you’re always with,” (name) was getting lunch, sliding her tray across the metal tubes that formed a sort of resting sill, “are you two dating?” he finished his question, accepting the apple from the lunch lady.

“Yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” (name) snickered, lying straight to his face. What they hated was how real their statement sounded - were they really really into Donnie?

They were. They absolutely were. Nothing could be done about it, is what every one of their friends thought before they’d finally asked each other out. They thought about their friends one night while basking in the silence that sat between the two.

They toned down the PDA, but upped it in private areas. Donnie was always a clingy guy, no matter how scary he seemed in real life. But that was their Donnie, and they loved him.

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CECIL JAMES —

ignore how the layout is im secretly on my phone during school

also yall i fucking love clingy guys 😔

please request more i love ur guys’s ideas ugh

masterlist

[romanestuffsposts]

Hey babes! Can you write one where their little woke up on the wrong side of bed and is just cranky for most of the day?

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the lovely request ❤️

It’s not a long one but I hope you enjoy! <3

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Warnings : angry and cranky little reader, cute daddies, fluff

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

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Not my gift 💜

Great.

Another day where you were suppose to be happy and live your life like all other days. You were suppose to be in a good mood and be happy today, that was your goal! But apparently your mind didn't thought like that

You groan and drag your feet toward the staires. It's not fair, you don't want to feel like that, you don't want to feel all happy too. Of course you wanted to be happy but not too much, there are limits. So in all case, nothing is good and will go well today

Your Papa chuckle when he sees you and your face walking downstairs "what is happening, sweetie ?" he asks trying to stop his laugh. You glare at him and your Daddy lets out a quick laugh at that "you're a rebel one today"

You groan in answer and go sit on the couch between the two huge men. You cross your arms and look at the tv. You quickly understand it was a bad idea, they're looking something you don't want to watch and your mood goes more grumpy than before

You sigh heavily to show to the world your unhappiness and act as if it wasn't on purpose. Bucky smirks down at you "something to say ?" You frown and sink deeper in the couch with still your arms on your chest. Bucky shakes your leg with his foot who were rest between you and him on the couch to annoy you or getting your attention. In both way, it annoys you.

"Stop" you mumble and throw his leg away from you. He chuckles and sats back correctly on the couch. You sigh louder again "do you want some breakfast ? Maybe it'll help you get in a better mood" Your Papa smirks down at you

You shake your head but you nod inside your head. Your Papa knows you better than you thought, he stands up and walks out of the living room leaving you alone with a staring Daddy beside you

You turn your head away from him since you feel his eyes on you, usually you like it but you're not in the mood for that today. He shakes his head with a grin and carefully get his chest closer to you.

He grabs your waist and pulls you into him in between his legs. You gasp and grab his hands from the surprise. He puts your back against his chest from the movement and you groan as he just laughs "stop being like this, baby" he complains

He complains ? You're the one who can complain... Okay maybe you don't know why you can feel like complaining but you do so that's it

You squirm in his arms and try to push him away "stop Daddyy" you whine, letting your head falling on his chest. It's useless, everything you do to get him to let you go is useless. He's a lot more stronger than you and when he has a goal in head, he doesn't let it go until he reaches it. And apparently his goal is having you in his arms

"Let me take care of you" he says in your ear as he swings you from side to side "let me try to make you happy, babydoll" He runs his nose on your ear and closes his eyes as he enjoys your sweet smell.

He always loved your smell. It's not something weird, it's something who help him in all kind of things. It calm him down when he starts stressing above somehting who can seems nothing to others but who is big to him. it help him at night after his nightmares when he get them, he grabs you in his arms and just by being close to you is enough to make him relax and get him back in a deep sleep without any worries

"is there something you want to talk about with me ?" he asks when he feels you stop moving around. His fingers remove your hair from your face and put them behind your ears, then his fingers caresses your cheeks as he keeps his eyes on you the whole times.

You shake your head and peer up at your Daddy. When your eyes met, he gives you one of his sweetest smile ever. You want to smile back at him but you also don't want to. It's all weird and confuse in your head and you don't like that. You like nothing today.

You rest the side of your head against his chest and pout as you look up at him. He kisses your nose and rests his forehead against yours. You don't like being like that at all

Your Papa comes back in the living room with cereals in his hands interrupting your moment with your Daddy. He sits down on the couch and looks up at you with a smile ‘’here, sweetness’’ he gives you the bowl of cereals and rests his back against the back of the couch watching you. You take the spoon he gaves you and starts eating your food

Steve smiles when he sees you enjoying your simple but good breakfast. He was a little scared when he saw your mood and he was worried you wouldn’t eat anything. He and Bucky don’t like at all when you miss a meal, it means you’re probably sick and they get worried pretty quickly. However you still eat even if you wanted to show them you didn’t want at first.

Bucky grabs the remote and put your favorite show knowing it’s a plus on getting you in a better mood. You grin discreetly at that as you look down at how your spoon grab your favorite cereals. Your back is still against your Daddy and you soon feel his hands on your hair or your arms. Your Papa plays piano on your legs as he turns his attention on the tv with a please face after seeing your little grin he loves so much

it's a start...

[ashen-char]

sorry for the late reply! had problems at work that the whole team had to put those extra hours and it left me with no time to open tumblr.

thank you so much for sending the interviews, they've helped me see ivan in a new light! he definitely doesn't have bad intentions but his actions ended up causing more harm then good at the end unfortunately for him and everyone else around him! i now believe he likes anora because of what she showed him and represents to him, a new kind of freedom he never experienced before he met her, he likes that in her. he definitely has a lot of growing up and maturing to do tho.

i said babied because i didn't remember a better word, i meant like when the parents give whatever their kid wants to shut the kis up, you know? instead of sitting down with the kid and try to understand their feelings and why they did what they did they just gave whatever they could so they would stop whine or act up, you know? i believe that's part of the reason ivan runs aways from his problems instead of facing them, he never had to do it! his parents probably didn't care if he acted up at school or did somehting wrong in life, at least nothing that would cause any damage to their image, and just told whoever complained about ivan's behavior to just call their secretary or representative and work it out with them, so he never faced any consequences about his actions, he saw that he could get away with no real consequences because his parents didn't fucking care if he broke a window at school for example, he just had to shove some money in people's face and they would forget, you know what i mean? he never saw his parents care enough to correct his behavior and say 'hey! you did something wrong? you fucked something up? you've hurt someone? well now you have to face the consequences of your actions and make things right!' so babied was definitely the wrong word to use, sorry about that! now that i think about it i should've used neglected! thank you for pointing that out.

i just think it makes full sense that the other dancers, specially the ones who aren't that close to ani, would think her and reader are together, the signs are all there! i just know when anora left they were like 'shit... i really thought her and reader were dating damn... they're so blind!'

SPOILERS FOR ANORA'S ENDING AHEAD!! DON'T READ!!

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okay see now i feel so embarrassed for saying i saw igor as kinda of anora's big brother figure, like this is really embarrassing bro, so disappointing.

anyways now it makes sense what you said about anora telling reader she would give them a lapdance to repay all the food they make for her, she did the same for igor when he gave her back the ring! MAYBE because it's the only way she knows to show she's thankful, she feels like saying it isn't enough and probably because she got so used to having to use her body so much she doesn't feel like her words are enough, she doesn't feel enough unless she uses her body, her sensuality because she got used to people wanting her for only one thing and doing things for her to have something in return and in all cases they wanted something sexual in return.

i think maybe it really was a test to see if igor would be like all the others and only do somehting nice thinking about what he would get as a thank you, but i believe he wanted her to be happy after all the sadness and tragedy she faced recently so he got the ring back for her, he understands not having anything and hanging on to 'little things' that you fought so hard to have but he wouldn't say no to a lapdance from her.

HELLO YES I WAS DELAYING ANSWERING THIS BC IT'S TECHNICALLY OUT NOW AND OUR HCS ARE VERY MUCH EITHER TRUE/FALSE NOW. split it into three parts again

READER:

imagine ani joining in on the Headquarters' girls gossiping about their partners. they're jokingly complaining, stuff like "ugh he always leaves his socks lying around. i'm working all night and i have to see that as soon as i walk in? he's lucky he's cute" and ani naturally starts talking about you. in fact, most of her stories are about you. to the point where she brings up your name in front of her sister, just something casual like "oh y/n told me about this show, apparently it's really good. let's watch it next" and she grills ani about who you are.

it's just completely normal for ani to inject you into conversation. the other girls tease her about it, asking when you're planning on tying the knot. she tells them they're being ridiculous and to shut up and finish their makeup.

another hc i have is that you'd introduce her to video games. ani doesn't have much time for hobbies, instead she'd probably just go out with her friends and party. you catch her wincing because of all her bruises from practicing choreo (especially her tricks on the pole) and basically put her on house arrest. you wanna show her that fun isn't just going out, and you can have plenty of fun staying in! she'd roll her eyes but find it sweet that you clearly care so much so she'd go along with it. ani would've sworn that gaming isn't her thing BUT you know her, you know what she'd like, what she needs and doesn't have in her life. you'd introduce her to cozy games bc her life is hectic enough and you know she loves to manage/sort stuff (she makes playlists and mixes galore). she'd absolutely get hooked on animal crossing with all the decorating and collecting. you have walked in on her cussing out a villager for being rude.

IVAN:

i still haven't seen it yet still but mikey's been saying interesting stuff in the recent content that's come out. in the one where mikey and sean annotate the party scene, mikey called to attention what anora thought about ivan then. she liked that he fixed her dress, covered her up, something subtle implied that he wanted her for more than sex. ani slowed down their sex even when she didn't have anything to gain from it, when it'd be easier money to have him keep rushing it. ani wasn't in love with ivan either, but neither of them had bad intentions. they both saw freedom in each other, they both liked that they could run away from responsibilities together.

and to reiterate i do not Like ivan, i don't like peter pan either. whether he was neglected isn't an excuse to run off without ani who was fighting for him, fighting for their possible future. it is unfortunate that he doesn't know any better. i feel like his childishness/running aren't even what i dislike about him, if anything it's relatable. rather, sean called to attention how ivan treats "the help" in toros and garnick, asking partygoers to keep an eye out for "those armenians" bc he wanted to snort coke without being in trouble. he yells at hotel staff as a joke. it's not a bad thing to aspire towards fun and hedonism, but what he does find fun is something that speaks to the distance between him and ani. he'll never know what it feels like to be on the lower rungs, to do service for other people, too used to being the one serviced. he wouldn't care. even if they were left unbothered by his parents, would he ever ask ani about her previous troubles in life? would he ever understand her?

IGOR:

it's a cute assumption! i like it, it was just funny with the knowledge of definitely not big brother dynamic. i've seen tweets like "the way ani talks to igor is the way i talk to my boyfriend" (implying that she's mean but he can take it, which i desperately wanna see). if we see ani's hopefulness/slight naivety with falling for ivan, then her brash and real side is with igor and that's what i'm curious about.

i need to watch their scenes together. i already like igor and ani better than ivan and ani (i mean, even just the fact that igor was the one who goes "i like anora, it's a pretty name"). the ending's unclear for a reason but i just want the best for anora you know?

[squidsandthings]

top 5 manga/anime series :D

Sailor moon

My First love, my magical girl awakening, the reason i like women /hj (Haruka and Michiru the characters ever). I will always love sailor moon deeply. It genuinely saved my life and it will always be something which brings me lots of comfort. In the name of the moon, I'll love this series forever.

2. Bungo Stray Dogs

Okay wow was anyone surprised? I know this is a big shocker. To be honest going into bsd I never expected to latch onto it the way I did. I started bsd halfway through Moriarty the Patriot looking for something to watch in-between since I didn't want to finish Moriarty yet. Off-hand I happened to remember one of my irls (you know who you are) bringing up bsd so I watched all of s1 and s2 in one night. Bsd is one of those stories that's insane to explain but once it gets it's grips on your brain it's never coming out. The characters are just endless wells of potential and I never get tired of reading new analysis about the show and manga. I've made so many friends thanks to bsd. I can't not be grateful to it for being what really brought my blog any attention but also for all the connections ive made in this fandom and all the amazing fanworks Ive seen and creators i've engaged with. Bsd is absurd, its tragic, its funny, it's making me sob after work with BUBBLES???, but it's also one of the best things to happen to me, even if I'm going to push asagiri down some stairs.

3. One Piece

*looks at tab* hey! I made it to episode 250 of one piece thats like...22% finished. Yipeee....

Ok I know one piece is long, and @bubblingacid and I will gladly give you a 10 page essay about its writing and design flaws. but..GOD. For all the sexism, the pacing, for everything one piece can be. The things it's able to do keep me hooked. One piece has given me I think osme of the widest range in emotions ive experienced watching an anime. Water 7 so far is some of the best anime I've watched, in general. Arlong park, made me cry at 3am. And even if I want to chop skypeia into bits with a meat cleaver I will say it was worth it for the g8 filler arc. I was intimidated by the scaled of one piece when I started it. Finishing one piece felt like this unachiveable goal shinign off in the distance, a legend, something I could never do. But I'm here. Not done, not even halfway done, but I've made it this far. One piece fills me with hope. A stupid reckless hope, a freedom to chase a silly, impossible dream, with all my heart no matter where it takes me. And I know one day I'll finish one piece, just like I know one day Luffy will be king of the pirates, and I just have to see it.

4. Moriarty the Patriot

One of the first anime I got into! I love this show dearly. I'm not as obsessed with it as somehting like bsd. But it has alot of fond memories for me, watching it before marching band practices and such. Sherlock is my favorite ever <3 And I do say catch me if you can sherlock holmes to myself on a regular basis.

5. Pokémon Indigo & Orange Leagues

MY CHILDHOOD!! I have so many memories watching this show as a little kid with my mom. She would tell all bout watching it with her brothers and sisters as a kid and it was a real bonding experience for me with her. I did watch the dub as a kid so I did think onigiri were jelly donuts for a good amount of my life (ive learned now I promise). One of the first songs I taught myself on horn was the original pokemon opening. It's a show I'll always have nostalgia for and one which inspired me to collect way too many pokemon cards. I love it alot and always will.

ty for the ask!

[tame-a-messenger]

They have gotten nicer to each other, but it's most likely because they just got used to each other. That's about it. Not everything becomes romantic.

I deeply enjoy seeing them both on screen because I'm a fan of their humour and energy, which is why I like following this pairing, but it strikes me that shippers aren't considering that there are often very simple explanations for things.

(God, this is sounding rude isn't it? I'm not trying to be!)

-> The eating joke: could be any number of things, but sounded like a throwaway reference to an inside joke

-> I don't... see the heart eyes? Damien's always been soft and sweet with people (except when he lets himself be more snarky and sarcastic like we all suspect him to be off-camera). It's only noticeable now with Angela because their original dynamic was more mean-sibling-rivalry.

-> her knowing about that taxidermy Butterfree (I think it was a Butterfree) is really just... stuff you talk about with coworkers. 'oh what's going on?' 'I got this cool thing! *insert long monologue about it*)

-> we know he's been on her podcast, that he's shared his mushroom concoction with her for what was have ostensibly been some kind of throat issue she might have had (or just for a taste). they've been nice and friendly off-camera for a long time. plus, smosh doesn't seem the kind of place that's too big on actual rivalry.

Another big thing is... obviously it's not a good idea to assume another person's sexuality here, but given the thing with Rowan and Angela and Arasha in the revenge LDT episode, I highly doubt Ang is totally straight. So we might never know what she identifies as (and it's not our business to), but assuming they're both cisgendered heterosexual people is just as bad.

Attributing changes on each other is also hard to do, because Smosh not only records videos weeks in advance to their publish date, but also puts up videos in different orders (evidenced by everyone's hair being wildly different sometimes between uploads). So, for all we know, we're seeing X change in them now, which might have been shot before Y incident or Z dialogue.

All this to say that sometimes, the simplest answer really is the answer. i.e. they've just gotten to know each other more and have phased into a more chill interaction style. It just... is a bit uncomfortable to see so much romantic shipping about them when a lot of the thought process is assumptions.

I'm making assumptions too! I acknowledge that! But I just thought it might be a good idea to consider the other angle of things.

Anyway bye, everyone buy the AnthonyIsDead VOD to see Angela and Chanse's halftime show, and hope we get more Damien in videos.

Can't wait for Sword AF 2!

I think you might have misinterpreted my last couple posts.

I think every person that has brought up ANY of the instances has always said they see that it is probably just a coworker thing? and it's not that deep.

Yeah it did sound like a bit of a throwaway joke, but what a weird throwaway?? because really, they could be related?

I fully disagree with the "I don't… see the heart eyes?" you must be blind if you DONT see it. heart eyes don't just mean something 'romantic', it's literally in the NAME "heart-eyes" it just means you can see the love they have for the other person. Damien and Shayne give heart eyes sometimes! it's not a romantic thing all of the time. and yes, they absolutely do give each other heart-eyes.

The butterfree thing was more of a "oh okay! she remembered somehting about him and brought it up! how sweet" it was very obvious it was a 'thing you tell your co-workers' thing

"given the thing with Rowan and Angela and Arasha in the revenge LDT episode, I highly doubt Ang is totally straight." What in Gods glorious world are you talking about??? I literally re-watched that (Let's Do This) episode because I didn't understand what you meant, and what?? the only thing I can think of Angela talking about her orientation is in this video (click me!) where she says she's been on dates and only uses he/him pronouns. (she still is probably under the umbrella, she was recently in a queer woman play(?) but that could just mean Demi or Ace or another identity under queer)

ALSO nobody was assuming she's cis hetero?? and it doesn't matter?? I like them as just them? I don't need either of them to be anything else then themselves.

I think if seeing people talk about shipping on tumblr is making you so uncomfortable you should block the tag.

Majority of the askes I get the Anon always alludes to it "not being that deep". like in the last couple, they kept putting "(delusional)" in their ask, so I think they're pretty aware.

Some of your points came off a little weird Anon but I think I understand your intentions. I think we agree that Damien and Angela are just good co-worker friends, I just love their dynamic and watching them interact <3

YAY SWORD AF DAY!!! LETS GOOOO

[lucy-shining-star]

Matteo ‘Okay I messed up gotta think fast of explanation’

...But Jazmin already did came up with that couple, that also existed already so...

Jazmin didn’t mean it as joke, and also I see Simon buried possibilty of him and Luna being together so deeply he forgot they were together

‘Threes and one pair’ ...There are seven of you I don’t think that’s posssible Luna

...Wait why Alfredo is manager of Luna’s fortune? 

You seriously shouldnt talk about these things in locker room

Ended with Luna being kissed without consent

First thing Nina: You were talking about it in locker room. You know Jazmin overheard you two when you were talking in locker room. Second thing: You told yourself that he probably realized that

‘It’s harder to force Jazmin to close her mouth than Eric to open his’ Hmm. Given how this seems to like ‘opposites attract’ trope Eric would make sense as Jazmin’s love interest

Ramiro bursting out laughing when Juliana criticized BenicioXD ...Also his shirt is saying ‘Let’s get lost’? Interesting

Shame that Gary isn’t hearing that and they are not really going to get Simon

Well if problem Benicio has is that he is looking at Emilia maybe he should actually close his eyes

Benicio and Emilia totally not believing Ambar could get info out of Simon while Luna and Nina being worried it could happen. When your enemies have more faith with you than your friends. 

Ramiro ‘Silence is gold’

I started wondering. There aren’t any alive Luna’s familly from her biological dad side? Cause that was his fortune? 

Lmao at Miguel and Monica’s reaction that Elena opened safe. ...Also Miguel like you are one to talk you stole something 

Uhh I sometimes can’t focus on scene cause I’m like ‘I wanna drink what they drink’. Those things on table look so tasty

Do rest wonder why suddenly Matteo got so many free time when no so long ago he told he so completely doesn’t have it

Oh so Sharon told Ambar to do spy duty but now is happy she is doing soomething totally opposite to what she said her to do?

Sharon again telling her spy to spy on her another spy?

Why Pedro left Simon alone with Ambar when he knows Simon feels something for her isn’t he afraid he might slip up?...Maybe he can’t handle tension and prefer to risk

Why Ambar behaved her like they are together

Did Jazmin post this?

‘You always behave like this when you’re stressed by somehting’ rhymed. ...Also I forgot in previous episode ‘Are you with us or with losers’ rhymed. Hmm. So maybe that wasn’t only season two thing was there also lot of rhymes in season one and I didn’t notice

I know Matteo has other reasons to say that and he is only now making up this reason but yeah ‘You spend a lot time together lately is quite riddicolous thing to take as indication or relationship changing when these people spent lot of time together before

Benicio looks short next to Emilia. Okay to be fair she is wearing high heels

Now Gary tries to give Nico spy duty. 

Nico accepted but I guess not really 

How Rey is gonna explain that

Would they see Ramiro

[druidshollow]

HAHAHA okay hi im here

i would say yes, its something they probably slowly get used to over time but at first especially the transition is very jarring and taxing. i think maybe it depends on their actual *experience* when they were in their superstructures as well. like, speaking for my ocs because its the only example i know to give, i think rivers coped with removing himself from his body pretty easily since he had Already viewed his existence as inprisonment, where i think fleck had an especially hard time because he really loved being a giant supercomputer.

i think a lot of those feelings would manifest in their dreams because sleeping is somehting they wouldnt do before right? like whem theyre awake theyre like "okay. i can manage this" but then they go to bed and their brain goes "WHERE IS THE REST OF ME. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE"

tldr yes i think abandoning 99% of your brain and 99.9999999% of your body would leave you all horrorsed up and youd totally phantomfeel the parts of you youve lost

tldr two elec boogaloo yeah what minx said SHDJFDJJDH

Do you think mobile Iterators have phantom sensations from when they were still connected to their super structures?

hmmm

I'm not personally knowledgeable enough on phantom pain/sensation to say but I imagine condensing oneself down from w giant can into what is basically equivalent to one of their ancients is a. very. very harsh adjustment for various reasons. like imagine being able to think millions of thoughts and do hundreds of tasks with full focus and also having access to all of the resources of a can and then being small. let alone having to learn to walk and navigate and etc unaided by antigravity or iterator google. having only like 7-10 neurons and whatever strata you can cram in the puppet, even if you can choose what's on them.

gonna be real with you like 90% of my off string hcs are stolen from @druidshollow . cheston save me I don't have a good answer you explain/LH

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

saw u went on an aiyuu rampage last night and no yeah bc. yuujirou had that werewolf costume requested specifically for him after aizou lost their little dance competition. only reason why he did was that aizou was so caught up ij worrying and watching yuujirou to make sure he doesnt make any mistakes after they stayed up All Night practicing together and forgetting to focus on his own dancing. and then the hwite day event yuujirou says that thing he didnt meam abt wishing aizou wasnt his partner and ofc that Actually Hurt and he KNOWS he crossed a line there so tried to apologise but you know how he is so he ends up going with that pocky gift with the miniscule "thank you" written at the bottom bc he really Is glad that its aizou who was his idol partner and nobody else when it comes down to it. and ofc the new years events he took it upon himself to help aizou change into his hakama AND IN THIS YEARS ONE they also wished for Each Other's Sakes and bringing back the person who understands them the most like yeah okay get a room ??? AND THE VALENTINES EVENT ?? Yuujirou ur ideal couple's bf looking unusually familiar to ur partner. and also the fact that he wants a relationship where they can talk things out and communicate than lash out at each other you and aizou have Got to step up ur communication skills ffs. and aizou dodging the question when asked if hes ever fallen in love before with "we're talking about you right now!!" yeah ok we get it ur hopelessly smitten!! orz

samishigariya also. i do not need to elabroate the whole thing says enough. anywyas sorry for this block of text in ur inbox somehting in me was just activated i miss those two idiots

Mona is laughing at their tomfoolery

[study-coffee-chicago]

Love your imagines ! I don't know if your requests are open, but if they are, can u make a Halstead!sister reader were Jay and the sis!reader had a big argument or somehting and they are like walking to the district (with the team)and then a shooter comes and shoot at them ? And sis reader get hit really bad and before she passes out she tells Jay she's sorry ? And Jay is all worried and also Will? And she make it and it's a fluffy ending ? Basically angst with a fluffy happy ending , thanks !

Here it is!

“I told you I tried and I’m sorry! What more do you want, Jay?” you screamed as you walked toward the district.

“What do I want?” Jay asked. “I want you to get your geometry grade up from D, Y/N. That’s unacceptable!”

“Like you did any better in high school! There’s a reason you went into the military and not to med school like Will.”

“Y/N, this isn’t about me. This is about you!”

“Fine! I hate math! It’s stupid and I’ll never use it! And you know what?”

“What, kid?”

“Right now, with you yelling at me, I hate you, too!”

Then you took off and started running as fast as you could go towards the district. At least then you could lock yourself in a bathroom stall and cry.

Jay chased after you. But then, he heard the tell-tale signs of gunshots.

“Y/N!” he yelled. “Get down! Get down, now!”

But he was a few seconds too late. A bullet had already grazed your left shoulder.

Bullets were flying everywhere and Jay knew that this wasn’t just a random shooting; it was a target at the district. And with the number of bullets flying, he knew they had to be from a sniper rifle. Even though it was a quarter block away from the district, he knew what the perp was doing.

Jay unholstered his gun and scanned the area, looking for the sniper’s nest.

“Help!”

But that was quickly forgotten when he heard your cries for help. But, over the noise of everyone else shouting and bullets going off, it was hard to hear.

“Y/N!” Jay yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping his voice was loud enough for you to hear. “Yell louder! Yell as loud as you can, kid! C’mon!”

“HELP! HELP! JAY, HELP!” You screamed so loud that you felt like they were on fire.

You kept yelling until Jay was right next to you.

He quickly took off his jacket when he saw that you were bleeding and pressed it against your shoulder.

“Y/N, I need you to hold this here, okay? Hold it tight.”

“It hurts!” you cried.

“I know. I know it does. But I have to call this in and look for the shooter. Can you hold it for me?”

You nodded while tears ran down your face.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m so, so sorry.”

The shooting stopped. The shooter had probably run out of bullets.

“I gotta go.”

“No!”

“Y/N, I have to.”

Then, he ran off.

“This is 50-21 George, there’s been a shooting a quarter block east of the 21st District. One civilian injured so far, non-critical. I’m going after the shooter.”

You watched from afar as Jay started towards a building. But then, a man came out of it.

You couldn’t hear what Jay was saying, but you just had a feeling that he was yelling. You could see that Jay was pointing his gun out in front of him.

“Chicago PD! Put your hands where I can see them!” Since the offender was wearing a white shirt, Jay could see the GSR on his clothes. Based on the building he came from and how that would have a clear shot of where the shooting just occurred and the gunshot residue on his clothes, Jay knew this was the shooter. “Chicago PD!”

He started running and Jay chased after him.

“Chicago PD! Stop!”

But he didn’t.

So, Jay had no choice, but to fire his weapon.

The offender took two to the back and promptly fell to the ground.

You watched as the offender fell to the ground.

It felt weird. You knew sometimes Jay had to use lethal force to protect himself and others, but seeing him actually do it, in real-time, made you feel sick to your stomach.

Jay just took that man’s life.

“This is 50-21 George. Shots fired by the police. Offender is DOA.”

“Y/N! Y/N! Look at me!” Hailey yelled as she crouched down next to you. “You’re okay. We’re gonna get you to a hospital soon. Okay, sweetie?”

She obviously thought you were in shock since you couldn’t tear your eyes off of Jay and where he was standing next to the dead offender.

“Jay shot him,” you whispered while still holding Jay’s jacket. “Jay killed him.”

***

“How is she?” Jay asked when Will came out of the hospital room and into the waiting room. He, Will, and the rest of Intelligence had been informed that it was just a graze and there was nothing to be worried about since the bullet hadn’t been a through and through nor had it been lodged in the skin. You only needed a few stitches, despite there being lots of blood.

Hailey had told Jay what you said when she got to you, and for that reason, he sent Will to go in before him.

“She’s okay,” he answered. “A little shaken up as anyone would be.”

“Does she hate me?” Jay asked.

“What? Hate you? No. Why would you think that?”

“We got in an argument before it all happened and she said she hated me and then she saw me fire my weapon, Will. She basically watched as I killed someone!”

“She doesn’t hate you. C’mon. Just, come see her.”

Hailey squeezed his hand and then he got up and followed Will into the hospital room.

“Hey, kid,” he said when he saw you sitting in the hospital bed. “I’m sorry you had to–”

“Do you feel bad?” you asked.

“About what?”

“Shooting him. I know you did it for all the right reasons, but–”

“Y/N, I didn’t like shooting him. I yelled out for him to stop multiple times. And, I knew he was the offender based on…cop stuff. I didn’t want to, and yes, I feel bad because maybe if someone else was there, it would’ve turned out differently.”

“I just saw someone die. And, I know you had to do it, but- but–” you looked down at your lap and started crying.

Jay sat down next to you and put an arm around you. “I know, I know. I remember my first time seeing someone killed in the military and even though I knew he was a horrible person, I threw up.”

“You did?”

“I did. It’s okay to feel that way.”

“Even if he was a bad guy, I can still feel this way?”

“You can still feel this way. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Me, too.”

“Now,” Will butted in, “What’s this about you getting a D in geometry?”

You groaned and threw your head back. Not this again.

“I think, after the day we’ve all had,” Jay started, “that we can wait for tomorrow to figure out that problem.”

[mishkakagehishka]

repost from my old blog

No, you’re so right! For regular Deuce, I see him as the sweetest, kindest guy who drinks so much women respect juice because he wants to. Like, to compare to Leona or Ruggie, those two have fear-respect for women (is it called awe in English?), whereas I think Deuce just has a bunch of regular respect for them. I adore him, I wanna make him tea and help him study. He doesn’t deserve the slander I’ve been writing about him.

As for yandere, I agree with you, in that he’d be really manipulative and clingy, like, when he tells Yuu about the time he made his mother cry and how that was a wake-up call to him. He’d totally go “You know, my mum was so happy to hear I have a nice partner like you… I think she actually believes I’ve changed for the better now! I think she’d disown me if I ever lost you :)” in a jokey way, but def mean it as “my mother’s heartbreak will be your fault” if he started thinking he was gonna get the boot. I see him as the type to be a bit delusional and seriously overprotective, but not particularly jealous. That said, I see him as that kind of yandere in a world where his object of affection is either dating him, or is just indifferent to everyone equally. My nice guy (bleugh) Deuce theory comes in because he’s a bit dumb (affectionate), and I feel like if he thinks he has a rival in someone who’s usually openly a mean person, he would, unfortunately, be in danger of adopting the nice guy rhetoric. I don’t think he’d go full Nice GuyTM and use the b-word or slutshame, because he still respects women, but I feel like he would feel entitled to his darling’s feelings purely because he “treats them well” (despite being a manipulative bastard, actually, but when have nice guys ever been self aware?) because he’s kinda daft.

“[…] I wanna hear more of ur vers of deuce and mb u can write somehting for him?” we all read this part of the ask, okay? The following is technically not my fault. I’m sorry.

Word count: 3103 Summary: Ace decides he wants to tease Deuce by not telling him why he was alone with the Prefect of Ramshackle, and Deuce decides he needed to claim her ASAP. Warnings: yandere (toxic, abusive behaviour), implied stalking, a kiss that wasn’t consented to, cussing, entitlement to a person, nice guy rhetoric with the misogyny it carries, threats and manipulation. As always, let me know if I missed anything that should get a warning Note: Yuu/Prefect is refered to with feminine terms and she/her pronouns. I warned for misogyny, but it’s not as severe, I think, though there’s a few “girls like you” type of lines.

It was a peaceful day in the Heartslabyul dorm, for once. With no exams nor projects to prepare for in the coming week, the students of Night Raven College had ample free time that weekend, and in Heartslabyul, that meant rest and sophisticated socialisation, all in the borders of the Queen of Hearts’ rules, of course. With the sun not yet at the mid-point of the sky, a group of four first years were spending their morning playing cards in their shared room, circling from one game to another, mixing and matching rules for different ones until they were playing a completely new game, before returning to a classic once more. Ace, the cheater and trickster of the four, seemed to have been on a winning streak. Though his companions had their doubts, he was as skilled with his hands as he was with his words, able to absolve himself of any accusations that flew his way. “What can I say? You guys just suck,” he grinned, a Seven of Hearts poking out of his sleeve.

It was moments before Deuce, his closest frenemy, was about to point out the card that Ace abruptly got up, bringing a quick end to the game. “Oh, well, since I’ve been winnin’ all this time, this has gotten boring,” he said. “Anyway, I gotta run, promised Prefect I was gonna be at hers ten minutes ago.” He shot a wink to his buddies, a wave of heckling and comparisons to various animals ringing through the room as response. The frown on Deuce’s face either went unnoticed or ignored. “Prefect? Of Ramshackle? What does she want you for?” He inquired. “Wouldn’t you like to know? … hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re makin’ a scary face. Ya jealous or something?” With every word, Ace seemed to have been riling Deuce up more and more, who clenched and unclenched his jaw a couple of times, his glare not easing up. “I’m not jealous, just curious,” he said, finally turning his eyes away from the other. “Have fun… or whatever.” The cards were shuffled and dealt once more; a three-player game was starting.

Deuce wanted to say it didn’t bother him, he really did, but it has been a week since that day, and he just couldn’t stop himself imagining the worst. It’s already been two years since the Prefect had come to Twisted Wonderland, since Ace and he started attending Night Raven College - and since the three of them became inseparable friends. And Grim. Deuce could even say Ace was his best friend, or that’s what he could have said. He had told him he had feelings for the Prefect, he told him he was planning on wooing her… When he mustered the courage to do so. And here Ace was, going round to her dorm, which was still populated only by her and Grim, to spend time there, just the two of them. Just the two of them! It was basically a date! Truthfully, Deuce felt betrayed by them both. By Ace, in whom he confided. He trusted Ace not to break the bro-code, not to try and get into the Prefect’s pants when he’d already claimed her - not outright, but by being the first to show interest in her. And he felt betrayed by the Prefect for no reason that she would know, something Deuce was aware of, but he couldn’t help it. She was to be his, so why was she inviting Ace over, alone? Why was he accepting? It all just made Deuce sick.

So, there he was, seething and steaming while staring up at the ceiling from his bed at two in the morning, the culprit for his bad mood sleeping soundly and snoring away on the opposite end of the room. Picking at his fingers nervously, teeth gritting together, the thoughts that swam through Deuce’s mind ranged from furious to disappointed to just sad. Ace refused to give him the details of their meet-up that day, so what else could it be? It was just the two of them, in Prefect’s dorm - no - in the Prefect’s room more likely! It might as well have been a date. He slapped his hands over his face, stifling a groan. It was supposed to be him. It should have been him. And so, it spun, the desperation and sadness of it not being him, soon to be replaced with anger directed at Ace, at his friend who betrayed him by taking advantage of Prefect’s stupidity, who saw nothing wrong with inviting a man over, alone. And so the feelings progressed to disappointment at the Prefect. She was- is his dream girl. He hasn’t given up, despite all. Deuce truly and honestly believed he loved her. Convinced of it, his heart hurt even more. And she went and chose Ace. Ace, the bully. Over him, who was always so kind, so full of respect, so patient and gentle with her. How could she not choose him, when he was so good to her, when Ace was always the one making her frown, even cry? She might have tried to wave off the teasing insults, and she did do her best to not cry in front of them, but of course Deuce knew when she’d run off suddenly, of course he always followed her. Out of worry. Out of love.

And then it was back to fury, and as the thoughts spun in his head, he spent the rest of the night without much sleep.

He knew he had to confront her; he wouldn’t be able to get closure any other way. It was for closure, is what he told himself, but, deep inside, he’d hoped it was still early in her relationship with Ace (Ace refused to answer any question related to the situation, which Deuce took as an answer of its own), early enough that his own confession would be able to sway her. Make her question her feelings, at least. Give him a chance. He fidgeted with his pen, Trein was droning on as always, but Deuce’s eyes were glued to Prefect’s back. She was writing down everything the teacher was saying, so diligently. She was always such a hard worker, always giving it her all. Ace would be a horrible match for her. Didn’t she know this? As if sensing his eyes on her, the Prefect turned around. She shot him a smile, but Deuce couldn’t even hold eye contact, averting his gaze to his own notes, a deep blush coating his cheeks. He scribbled absentmindedly, trying to make it seem as if he wasn’t just staring at her the entire time.

“So, seriously, are you two… a thing now?” Deuce whispered, not wanting the other students in the cafeteria to overhear. Ace, who was moments away from destroying a plate of macaroni, just shrugged in response. “The hell do you care?” “Well, if my two best friends start dating, I’d like to be the first to know,” he lied. “Would you, now?” “It's… you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Come on, just tell me why Prefect only asked you to come to Ramshackle that day.” “It’s none of your business. Stop being a baby and ask her yourself if you’re so curious.” “I can’t just do that! She’s, I told you how I feel about her. Just tell me if I even still have a shot, or if you’ve already-” “A loser like you ne~ver had a shot. Oh, speak of the devil! Prefect, Grim! Get your asses over here!” Ace waved over the discussed-about person and her companion, pulling out a chair next to him. Deuce glared at him, but Prefect chose to sit opposite them both instead, with Grim taking the seat next to Ace.

For a moment Deuce found himself at a loss for words. Every time he saw her, it was as if he was back at the entrance ceremony as a first year again, in the moment when he saw her for the first time. She was the last of that generation’s first years to awaken, and he remembered it all clearly. Of course he did, the memory of first love is not one many forget. He was just standing around with the other Heartslabyul students, listening to his dorm leader’s words so attentively, until he saw the Prefect. They hadn’t even locked eyes, hell, she didn’t even realise his existence until she asked him to help catch Ace the next day, but it only took a glance in her way for him to fall head over heels in love. And then he watched her, the way her face morphed from confusion, to shock at being told she didn’t belong here, to dread at being told her home didn’t even exist. It was intriguing, yes, but for Deuce, seeing tears welling up in her eyes, the way she looked at headmaster Crowley, eyes wide and scared, so vulnerable, he knew he had to always be by her side. It was a riddling feeling, he couldn’t decide if he liked seeing her in such a state of despair, or if he wanted to protect her from it all, from the entire world if need be. When he looked at Prefect now, that was all he could remember. How sweet, how unguarded she was, how much he could protect her. How good he could be to her.

“Deuce? Hey, are you listening?” She waved a hand in front of his face, and he blinked rapidly, the hand he was leaning on falling to the table. He’d barely eaten, and students were already filing out of the cafeteria. “You didn’t even touch your food. Are you feeling okay?” She was worried. What a darling. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he stuttered out, “just, not really hungry.” “Oooh!” Grim piped up, grabbing a piece of bread from his plate. “Then, you won’t mind if I eat this? And this, too… actually, henchman! Open your pockets, put all this in there.” “My pockets? Are you insane? Just eat on the way to class.” “Speaking of,” Ace interjected, “it’s about time we get going. Crewel’s next period, I don’t wanna get called a bad dog again. Shit’s weird.” “Uh, actually!” Deuce piped up, reaching across the table to grasp at the Prefect’s wrist, keeping her seated. “I need to talk to you; it’ll just be a moment. In private.” He emphasised, more so for Ace’s ears. Ace took a glance at the Prefect, noting how she started shifting in her seat. “Dude, we need to get to class,” he said. “Stay out of it. I just… need to ask her something. It’ll take a moment.”

Ace shrugged, patting the Prefect’s back with a short “Hang in there!” and mouthing “Don’t say anything dumb” to Deuce before he left the cafeteria. Grim, much to his chagrin, stayed, citing how he had to stay at his henchman’s side at all times lest she gets herself in more danger. “It’s nothing, you don’t need to worry.” Deuce noticed how tense she seemed, but still refused to let go of her wrist. Instead, his grip tightened as he stumbled over his words. “Look, I just, I really need to talk to you about something and I, you know, I didn’t want to say anything in front of that guy, but, um, can you… can we meet up in the courtyard after classes end? By the well? I want to talk to you, just the two of us. If you’re- if you’re free.” “Hehe! You gonna ask her out or somethin’?” “NO! I mean, I’m not- stay out of this, Grim! Ugh… that’s all I wanted to say. Sorry for keeping you, let’s just go to class already… you don’t have to say anything right now, just think about it, I’ll be waiting by the well. Just… don’t tell Ace. Please.”

It’s not that Deuce was a smooth-talker, but even the awkwardness of his first year paled in comparison to how tongue-twisted he was around the Prefect. Just her presence was enough to suck all the confidence from him, and make him doubt everything about himself. How his hair looked, whether he smelled nice, if his clothes looked tidy, even how his voice sounded. He still hasn’t lived down the time his voice cracked in front of the entire group – not that Ace would ever let him – but it was still so mortifying to him. It was more than possible to live with Ace’s teasing, especially if he decided to rough him up a bit for it, but why did it have to happen in front of her? And that’s why he was still fixing his hair, using the reflection of the water in the well as his mirror. Not a single hair was allowed to be out of place, it just wouldn’t do. He sighed, shaking his hands and patting down his trousers while trying to cool himself off, and his nerves. He left the class first, the moment it ended, merely glancing in the Prefect’s way, hoping she would be there. It was perfect; nobody was in the courtyard at that moment. Just Deuce and his thoughts. “Hey!” He was startled by the Prefect’s voice once more, quickly spinning around to face her. “I’m here, so…” It seemed as if she felt just as awkward as he did, shifting her balance from one leg to the other rapidly.

With a sharp inhale, Deuce steeled his nerves and looked her straight in the eyes, despite how hard it was to keep eye contact at that moment. "Pref- Y/N. I want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend.” He didn’t see a point in beating around the bush. He’s been waiting for the perfect moment to confess to her for years, and now, with the vibrant orange hue of the sunset providing a romantic background, surrounded by the silence of the school’s courtyard now that all classes have finished and knowing he’s the only man in her eyes at that moment, it would be hard to find a better moment. Besides, the way the fading Sun’s light fell on the Prefect’s features, making her look even more beautiful, would have made it hard for him to keep his feelings inside for longer than a minute, anyway. “Huh?” “I’ve had a crush on you for ages, ever since I first saw you and-” “Deuce, I’m sorry…” she trailed off, hoping she wouldn’t have to outright reject him. After all, “You’re a really good friend to me, but…” He paused. Rejection? “Is it because… are you already, with Ace? Is that why you two have been hanging out alone so often?” “Come on, don’t be like that.” “Like what?” Deuce’s voice was growing in volume with each word, and the shyness of before seemed to have vanished, replaced by an angry tone, sharp and accusatory. “Wait, are you seriously dating Ace? You’re rejecting me because of that punk? Are you fuckin’ with me? Have you forgotten the shit he did to you – the shit he keeps doing to you – or are you really dumb enough to go for a guy like that?” “Deuce!” The Prefect reprimanded him, appalled at his poisonous words. “No, don’t fuckin’ scold me like you’re my damn mother, are ya actually being serious? He was practically bullying you! He still constantly makes fun of you and embarrasses you in front of others, he hasn’t matured a fuckin’ day since we were first years and he’s the one you chose? You know I could- I would treat you better than him. Than anyone! I’m your best damn choice, and you picked the worst instead. I know he made you cry, multiple fuckin’ times. What are you, a masochist?” “Who gave you any right to tell me who I should and shouldn’t choose?! You know, you’re acting like a real ass. I’m leaving.” “No, you fucking ain’t, you’ll listen to me to the end.” Deuce grabbed her bicep, nails digging into her flesh through the blazer and shirt of the uniform. His grip was painfully tight, keeping her from leaving, but still with her back turned to him. “What the- let go of me!” She craned her neck to look at him, trying to pull her arm away, but his grip only tightened, causing her to yelp in response. “No! Obviously, since you picked Ace, you’re the type of girl who likes being treated like this by guys. I’ve been nothing but nice to you all this time and you barely even look at me, so I guess it’s time for a strategy change. I can be just as much of a fuckin’ disrespectful prick as Ace, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t choose me.” “Don’t be an idiot!” “Fuck you, Prefect. You’ll be mine, not Ace’s, not anybody else’s.”

With one more sharp pull to the Prefect’s arm, he turned her around to face him before pushing her against the well. Pinned between him and the well, she had little choice other than to lean against him, fearful of falling into the well. Not that Deuce’s ever-present grip would allow it. His stare was piercing, as if he was gauging her reaction, which was fearful if her uneven breathing and wide eyes was anything to go by. Just like that day at the entrance ceremony. From her bicep, his right hand travelled upwards, holding the back of her head as he leaned in to kiss her. It was an inexperienced, almost sloppy, kiss. The Prefect’s hands shot up, pushing at Deuce’s chest to try and get him to step away, but he used his free hand to take hold of her hip, only bringing her closer to him, leaving her hands crumpled up against his chest awkwardly, unable to do much. The kiss lasted for seconds, but felt like hours to both of them for vastly different reasons.

“I didn’t want to do this.” Deuce said as they separated, heat radiating from his face, coated by a blush that made his words seem almost innocent. “But since girls like you seem to like guys who treat them with no respect, I hope this was good enough. I can do worse, if you’d still rather be with Ace.” The Prefect yelped as his grip on her hip momentarily tightened. “If I must, I can kill him, too. I will kill anyone for you. But I don’t have to, right? Tell me, Prefect.”

“Tell me you only want me.”

[anulithots]

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sooooooo my heart genuinely exploded /pos

annnddd I kept spinning aroudn and circles and smiling to myself and stimming really hard and having to bite my hand and KDJFKLSDJF it was great tbh.

We'll talk about it later and overallll I just reallly like talking to her and everythign and yea. talked to her this morning while outside and the weather was perfect and everythign was perfecct and I don't think I've ever felt more content in my life. So if things never change I'm satisfied with that and if things change I'm satsisfied with that tooo. Everything's wonderous and adfjaslkdfjaksldf. I wish I could meet up with her irl tbh... for boba tea obviously and it would be wonderous annnnnddd I'd love to talk for hours or write a story together or somehting akfjakfjasdf

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(and be really sappy and everything and um. words yes. so I get to talk about this out loud now wowoowow. And here I thought it would take a year or two before I said anything. And I have a tumblr anon to thank for it happening now soooooooo.... thank you annon, whoever you are.)

(and advice I've gotten from peopel is like 'be yourself' and while I do not know who that is I do know that I feel sooo comfortable acting as I do with her. LIkkkkeee literaly I rarely get to talk about random things and infodump and it's okay if the conversation goes to silence or if the words are 'steryotypially awkward' and I can be ridicously honest and KLJDFKLSDJFKLDSLKFJDSKFSDF. And I like listening to her talk about things and ajdkslfajdsfkladsf)

UM okay so er. Um. Help would be much appreciated but not forced but also *internal screaming* and I know we don't talk much (I'm @anulithots) but erm you seem like the most knowledgeable person I know about this subject....

.... so er. um. yes. um. how does one confess that they have a queer platonic crush and how do you... go about... that....

(I just confessed and I have no idea what I'm doingggggg)

RHJDJDISISJ????? okay okay um. i may have been in multiple relationships that could be considered qprs but im like. horrible at advice 😭😭😭 seriously the best advice i can give is just. go with the flow. im so sorry.

[gangrenados]

Things I think would happen if you date Talon!Dick

I just want to point out that I'm not an expert on this version of Dick, okay?

In this headcanon Dick wasn't brainwashed, instead he wasn't adopted by Bruce and grew up under the court of owls commands.

I don't wanna talk about Ric

•How did you get to date the most serious and brooding version of Dick? Well, no one knows but you're here!

•This Dick is definitely the most serious, hardest to read and the most disconnected from his emotions from all of his other versions -yeah even more tanh the Titans one lol- so it's gonna be a rocky start for your realtionship due to his lack of empathy and the hard time connecting with his emotional part, also he might have mastered the art of manipulation due to his upbringing.

•Okay I know this might sound really hard to accept in a relationship, but Dick does love you, a lot.

•The thing is he doesn't want to get attached since the court could find out and that will end up really bad for you two, besides that after all those years of being trained to be an assasin with the only goal of fullfilling the court wishes. Dick didn't get to grow up in a normal/stable envioromment.

•Anyway, let's get back with the love thingy. Dick loves you and that low-key confuses him since feeling such strong emotions like this, not faking them to complete a mission- is a new thing.

•Dick might come off as distant sometimes, he hides things and doesn't tell you much about him or his work. He doesn't want you to get involved in his job or his past, the most oblivious you are to this, the better.

•He does likes to listen to you, he finds quite amuzing hearing about the mundane things you do and how life can appear so normal and boring. He never got to experience it, but he's glad to have the ordinary-stable part of life with you.

•Dick low-key see this relationship as transactional: you do something kind for him and he does something kind for you. It's something he has larned to do as the relationship progressed and it's not because Dick feels like he ows you somehting, he just want to reciprocrate the good gesture you gave to him.

•He's not a fan of PDA since he's scared that someone dangerous might see you and target you, he wants to keep this in a low profile. It's hard to keep a secret from the court, but it's better if they don't see you as a thread.

•But what about in the privacy of your home? That's a different story. Dick lets his guard down a little and let himself be around you; he's more soft and kinder, not afraid to make a mistake or do something silly.

•He has the habit of sleeping of top of you if he's really tired, if not he's spooning you and keeping his arms around you. Always kisses the top of your head before falling asleep.

•Only says "I love you" when he's about to leave for a dangerous mission or when you're cuddling late at night and life feels simple and nice for him.

Now let's talk about the icky part of your relationship:

•Dick can come off as authoritarian, he can't bare to lose control because it makes him feel likes his life is falling apart.

•He's also over protective to the point that it can get overwhelming. It makes you feel like he thinks you're incapable of doing anything.

•Although in Dick eyes he see it as a way to keep the bad things away from you. He doesn't think it's bad, he's too blind.

•Dick can get manipulative pretty easily, if you want to do something he thinks it's useless or dangerous, he'll make you change your mind so you wouldn't do it or do what he wants.

•I don't think Dick gets jealous easily since he knows that he can get ride of anyone who dares to flirt with you.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Raven: We're near the relics.

Tai: Are those Chess pieces over there?

Raven: Those must be it then.

Tai: Well, Which should we take? You pick the piece, I pick the color?

Raven: That sounds well enough. The Rook. It represents strength and Mobility, Virtues beyond most others.

Tai: Then let's take Black! It matches your hair.

Raven: ... I don't like that tone.

Summer: Relics!

Qrow: Great! Grab one and - Oh Rae.

Raven: Where have you been? Did you fall on your ass?

Summer: Language!

Qrow: Yeah, I did. Then Shorty over here -

Summer: I'm not short!

Qrow: - fell on me, So cut me some slack.

Raven: Fine Choose your relic so we can pass.

Summer: Let's take the White Rook! It reminds me of the Girl in the Tower!

Tai: Plus, it matches your cloak and ~our~ own piece.

*WIZZ*

Oobleck: And we have arrived at our destination. Unfortunately The rooks have been selected. Which piece shall we take then, Miss Blanche?

Blanche: *Shaking and Rattling* Y-you are V-very fast.

Blanche: Okay ... Deep breathe ... Alright! We should take the Bishop. It's the fastest thing on the board, a lot like you.

Oobleck: Ah yes, the Bishop! Representative of the Church and the power it holds, not quite the power of The Woman -

Summer: The woman?

Raven: The Queen. Classically referred to as "The Woman" as well as other names, indicating her importance and power, while also the precariousness of being the singular piece of her type on either side.

Oobleck: Indeed! The Rooks are powerful, and considered worth more than the Bishops! But as I was saying Before I was so rudely interrupted, While not as powerful as the woman, it holds strength of it's own, and is in less danger due it's generally lower worth. But of course, assuming one's worth to not be worth your time is a foolish mistake, and may lead to one's downfall.

Blanche: Then let's take the black bishop.

Oobleck: Any reason why?

Blanche: Those two grabbed the white one while you were talking.

Everyone else turned to see Willow and Gretchen behind them.

Willow: A pleasure To meet you all~ I'm Willow Schnee.

Gretchen: Hi. The green one talks really loud. My names Gretchen, Gretchen Rainart.

Oobleck: Bartholomew Oobleck! I recognize you from last night! Might I say you have an impeccable sense of direction.

Gretchen: Thanks. You seem really smart.

Blanche: Hey, I'm Blanche, And I think we should stop standing in the middle of a Grimm infested forest.

Raven: I agree. We've stood here too long.

Summer: Alrighty then. I'm Summer, Let's head back before somehting big comes after -

ROOOARRRR!

Summer: ... Me and My big mouth. Great.

Weapons of Summer Love Part 6

Nora: So why did Ruby run through here like something was on fire?

Jaune: Well she said something about the forge before she did.

Yang: So something is probably on fire.

Ren: Speaking of the forge, do you have any specific design plans for your new weapon yet?

Jaune: Well it's probably going to be a lever action rifle. Something about a magnet to stick it on my armor.

Yang: Thought of a name yet? You know Ruby isn't going to let you not name it.

Jaune: I haven't come up with one yet. Usually my family prefers to use old Valean for our weapons.

Jaune: Milo and Akouo mean "to speak" and "to listen" respectively. I guess I could go with something like that since I'll be using pieces from them in the weapon.

Jaune: But nothings set in stone yet.

[transgenderer]

hey uh, I hate to bother you with this but I feel like you'd maybe get it in a way that most people wouldn't but I'm like, having really bad anxiety lately about a weird thing. like, ok, there's this asymmetry in the world, right, where some things are true and other things are not true. a priori I think this is very weird, like why should it be that way? some people believe in a "mathematical multiverse" where for every logically possible proposition there is some "really existing" universe in which it's true. or maybe "really existing" is just the same thing as mathematically existing, so that every mathematically possible world is equally real by like, definition. or some shit. and you'd think this resolves the asymmetry, right? like now all possible propositions are equally true.

but no! it doesn't! because, see, I'm here in this universe instead of any of the others. why am I in this one and not a different one? still asymmetrical. and I don't want this to become a proxy for philosophy of identity questions like the teleporter thing. even if you define "the self" in a way that includes all the different multiverse copies at once or something, you're not actually making the asymmetry go away you're just rewording things. like maybe in one possible universe there are still dinosaurs. but in this universe the dinos are dead. however one wants to talk in circles and say "well see there's actually a version of you in the dino universe, you just don't have access to their memories blah blah" but if "I" (in the naive sense here) want to see a dinosaur I still can't! I could have been so that if "I" (naive sense) want to see a dino then I can, that is a logically possible proposition which is false! asymmetry!

it's fucked up, it's weird, and I feel terribly like there is something lurking in it. this is the source of the anxiety. how, how is it possible that some things are true and some are false? surely the false things must be... lurking somewhere, "behind" the truth, where they're real. so I can empirically observe that I'm not getting tortured right now, but it feels like at some level I must actually be getting tortured right now, in some secret way between the frames of what I think is my perception. and that's fucked up! it's scary!

so I started to worry about a thing. about my uh, my energies getting contaminated. and I said to myself "hey now, you don't believe in energies, that's new age shit" but it feels like, well in some sense it must be true. and like ok, if I'm secretly getting tortured between the frames of reality, then like whatever. I don't notice it so it's no big deal to (this version of) me I guess. but if my energies are fucked up that's like...

well see the supernatural doesn't behave by normal rules. I could have all kinds of weird, logic-defying behaviors in principle. and if some, it seems possible that not-true-things like "you have energies and they are fucked up now" could bleed between realities and hurt me, even if they aren't actually real. I mentioned "logically possible propositions" before, and you might contend that this isn't one so I don't have to worry. but the logically possible/logically impossible divide is just another fucked up asymmetry that seems like it maybe hides lurking badnesses. so this doesn't help me.

hmm idk. do you have any thoughts? no worries if not, or if you just want to muse on the concept or whatever that would probably help me just as much as anything actually "helpful". idk.

hmm, okay so ive had similar ish problems before. i went through this period in high school where i couldnt keep my mind away from the paradox of the first cause, like if you trace causality back to the big bang it cant just...START there, something needs to have caused the big bang to happen, and then something needs to have caused that. and relatedly the perennial "why is there somehting instead of nothing". it was very distressing and i knew no one had a satisfactory answer, no one COULD have a satisfactory answer. so i dealt with it mostly by quarantining the thought zone. i think this is a skill i first learned for dealing with dysphoria? i dont remember. anyway getting really good at marking a certain concept as dangerous and reflexively twitching away from it whenever your brain wanders there is very useful! i recommend it.

anyway i think thats the most effective way to deal with these sort of semiphilosophical fixations. i dont really believe all mathematically possible universes exist but i think if you wanted the symmetry there i would lean into the fact that the people in all the other universes are ALSO only in their universe, yknow? everyone must be singular. everyone is equally specific, and not just that, but...to exist is to be specific, to be a less specific version of yourself isnt even...meaningful, the words dont point to anything even in conceptspace

i think it might be useful to sort of...invert the question? it's easy to think of math and logic and truth as the prime thing, and the world as downstream. and sometimes that feels true to me, i imagine the great golden glowing graph in the sky, connecting statements by their implications under certain rules, an infinite expanding ladder, but...sometimes, i think its better to sort of. adopt a different mental posture. imagine for a moment, that math and logic and truth and symmetry are not the prime things, the prime thing is...material, the realm of stuff. and imagine all those big ideas as a structure we constructed to understand the stuff, but its underspecified, so we get all this stuff that doesnt fit our actual world. our language, and our mind, allow us to conceive of things that are not and could never be, but this is because they are highly general tools. but theres no...theres no asymmetry because the other side of the desired symmetry line isnt *false*, it's *empty*, yknow? youve drawn the line in the wrong place, i guess?

also only tangentially related really but i think you might enjoy answer to job by ssc

[peakyblinderswhore]

DAY 3 ⇨ MATRESS ANGELS 

GENRE: Christmas!au, Fluff I’m a fucking liar, Smut, 18+ only.

PAIRING: Michael x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Michael and yourself weren’t exclusive but strictly speaking, you did spend an awful amount of time together that certainly suggested that you were. Spending the night at Polly’s on Christmas Eve would only make this assumption more valid. On the assumption that you are exclusive, Polly offers up one of her rooms... with one bed. What are two, young, hormone-filled adults going to do with just one bed?

W/C: 3.4k

WARNINGS: it’s fucking dirty, yo. swearing, oral (m + f receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), degradation kink(?), hair pulling, spit is used as lubrication (it’s the 1920′s, c’mon), it doesn’t really have anything to do with christmas, pwp, it’s the dirtiest shit i’ve ever written, tiny tiny overstimulation, dom!michael, sub!reader ig, sex, sex, more sex, uh that’s it i think

A/N: to that one anon who always asked me for michael smut. yeah. you know who you are. i’m not sure if i’m writing this out of anger or to please you. bruh i love you fr fr though. in the heat of the moment i actually wrote something. lol hats off to you though.

cross posted onto ao3 here

“Michael, there’s only one bed,” you whisper to him.

He hums, “Mum must’ve had an inkling about us. I can sleep downstairs if you want,” he offers, raising an eyebrow.

The two of you were spending Christmas at Polly’s as per your suggestion in her townhouse out in the countryside. To be fair, you had mentioned it in passing after Polly had mentioned that she would have more than enough room for Michael to stay for the eve of Christmas and to be there the morning of to save journey time. He had winced and his hand that rested on your lower back firmed, he didn’t know how to reply and you could sense that through the thin material of your dress. 

“I don’t know, Mum, I was going to do my rounds with Y/N.”

Polly’s eyes had lingered over Michael’s hand that rested on your back but only momentarily, you had noticed this but pretended not to when you said, “Well, I was only going to visit Michael... if you don’t mind me staying the night too I’d be more than happy to make up for the burden.”

That was two weeks ago. And here you were, staring at the bed. The singular bed. The only bed in the room. At least it was a double.

“It’s okay,” you say, referring to his offer of sleeping elsewhere, “we’re adults. We can share one bed.”

Michael perches on the end of the bed and takes off his shoes, opting for something more comfortable, while you lay down on the other side, arms spread out wide, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going and to stop your mind from wandering.

“Let’s make snow angels!”

“Pardon?”

“I said,” you reiterate, pushing yourself up on an elbow to look at Michael peering over his shoulder at you, “let’s make snow angels!”

“How old are you?” although his comment doesn’t hurt as his grin widens on his face as he shifts his body to face you properly, “plus,” he begins, “It’s a mattress, much less, er, snow than what we would need.”

“...Mattress angels?”

Michael’s eyes suddenly darken and he makes his way to crawl towards you, I know what we could do...” his voice trails off and his fingers circle the skin where your dress finished suggestively.

“Michael!” Your face heats up form the suggestion, mortified that he would want to do something that dirty with Polly just a few doors down, “Polly, your Mother,” you emphasise, “is only a few doors down.”

He shrugs his shoulders and smirks, “Worried she might hear you?”

You snap your legs shut and sit up abruptly, startling him and forcing him to sit back again, “She’s not going to hear us because it’s not happening.”

Michael pulls back, not one to push you into somehting that you didn’t want to do, “Alright,” he moves on with the conversation, “Mum said we can go down for a late night snack or join her for a drink in a few.”

“Sounds good,” you say, thankful for Michael respecting your wishes, “I’ll slip something a little more comfortable on, then.”

Downstairs, Polly was passed out on the settee, a glass resting on the arm of her chair, her head resting on the back of her chair, lightly snoring. She had mentioned something earlier about being busy last night and the morning following it on. You smile and Michael chuckles, “We wouldn’t have had anything to worry about.”

You press a soft kiss to his lips, “This is nice though.”

“It is,” he presses a kiss back, kissing you slowly like he’s trying to savour every second he can to the fullest. His hands are resting on your hips, mindlessly rubbing circles with his thumbs whilst yours hang loosely around his neck, fingers scratching at the bottom of his hairline.

The fire crackled in the background as you and Michael continued to deepen the kiss, devouring each other as you began licking into the other’s mouth, tasting the wine that Michael had with his dinner earlier on. It gave him an intoxicating feel, making you want to taste this forever, his musk filling your senses and his fingers trailing your waist, contemplating whether or not to go much further. When Michael pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, he looked down to where his hands rested before flitting up to meet your gaze. His mouth was hung open, drinking in all the air that he couldn’t get moments ago.

“We should stop, you didn’t want to earlier and I’m afraid that if we continue I won’t be able to stop.”

Your eyes fill with lust, he notices but waits for you to say the word, “She is asleep,” you manage to whisper, still praying that she’s fast asleep adn far from waking up anytime soon.

“You can’t take it back if you say it.”

“I know...” you bring your lower lip between your teeth and bring your fingers to face, cupping his cheeks, you say, “take me upstairs, Michael.”

His mouth finds yours and he pushes your mouth open with a swipe of his tongue, moulding your mouths together as his hands wrap underneath your thighs. You obediently jump, locking your ankles behind his back and he holds you up by your ass. He doesn’t open his eyes as he walks up the stairs, sure you should’ve been worried but his mouth was much more captivating at this precise moment in time.

Before you knew it, you were being laid out on the singular bed in your room that you were staying in. Michael let go, kicking off his slippers and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. When he connects your mouths again, it’s a clash of teeth and tongues and your hands instantly reach for the warmth underneath his shirt. His hand reaches behind your head and pulls at the pins holding your hair together before throwing them in the vague direction of the dresser that had become home to your limited luggage.

You had locked your legs around his waist again, aching for the feeling of his hard cock against your heated core, praying for some kind of friction that would relieve your need for him. His hands rested either side of your head, slowly crawling onto the bed to meet you level with him.

At this, you arched up, pulling your hand from his shoulder and slipping off your robe and pushing it to fall off of the bed and then reach to unbutton his shirt all the way and throw it on the floor with your robe. This meant Michael was half naked but you still had a slip on. He lifted a hand and wrapped his fingers around your throat, pulling you up to meet his tongue and to see how far he could get his tongue before you whined, like you usually did.

Whimpering, Michael smiled at your vocal plead to move on, unravelling his fingers from your throat and connecting his lips to your neck, wanting to see how far he could get you without touching you.

He bites and licks at your neck, enough to make your eyes roll and your nerves to tingle, making your fingers curl in his hair, tugging from the pleasure. You breathe heavily against his ear and push him away from your neck, unbuckling his belt with eager fingers, but as you were about to push his trousers down to his thighs, he stops you and presses a firm kiss to your lips.

“Let me,” he whispers against your mouth, “just...” his voice fades away as he lowers his head to your perk nipples, showing evidently through the incredibly thin slip you were wearing. Without a second to spare, he latches his teeth to your nipple, lightly pulling them, making you fidget from the sensitivity you were currently experiencing. Then, he circles his tongue on your areola thorugh the fabric, leaving a wet patch before capturing your breast in his mouth.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Michael...” your head rolls, “I’m begging you to fuck me... like you mean it.”

Grunting, he pushes his trousers down and kicks them off, obediently, not wanting to miss this moment, either, “I fucking love you so much right now.”

You lift your head to view his figure. His eyes were ravaging your body as he thought about what to do next. You grasped the bottom of your slip and pulled it over your body and reached a hand down to acknowledge your throbbing pussy.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

You giggle, “Do something about it then, won’t you,” you pout and put on the best puppy eyes you can, “please?”

Immediately, his tongue swirls over each of your taut nipples and down your stomach, loops your belly button and nudges through your pubic hair to your clitoris. His lips attach and suck for dear life, making you let out the girthiest moan you’d ever heard from your own body, making you slap you hand over your mouth as Michael continued, refusing to let up. He reaches a hand below your leg, hooking it over his shoulder and bringing his hand around it to rest on your inner thigh to hold it in place. His other hand runs along your folds, teasing you. He halts briefly to push his fingers past your soft lips, lubricating them with your saliva before bringing them back down and pushes one slowly into your hole. 

“Tell me... use your words with me,” he growls against your clit.

His tongue doesn’t leave your clit, swiping his tongue from your hole to your clit and mimics the tongue twister you had joking taught him one time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe out in breathy moans just as he pushes a second finger into your pussy, meaning that you were now barely able to string together a coherent sentence. It was more than enough feedback for him, what with your fingers tightening around the strands of hair you had in your fists, he responded to everything your body was telling him. “You like that, baby? Huh?” His eyes flick up to watch as you begin to fall apart, breathing heavy and eyes unfocused.

“Y-yes.”

Still pushing his fingers in and out of you, he continues feeling around for the spot that he knew was nearby -- he was no stranger to your body this intimately.

“How about this, then?”

He lifts his head from your throbbing pussy and lets his hand that was locked around your thigh move to rub calculated circles over your clit. He spits onto his fingers as they continue to move in and out to allow an easier slide.

At this point, his fingers hit the spot and your body arches, lifting away from the bed, “Th-there, don’t... s-stop.”

Now knowing where he was aiming for, he allows his fingers to move at a faster pace and lets his thumb rub harder circles into your clit. He bends his head down to lick stripes into your pussy wherever he could, occasionally lifting his thumb to switch for his tongue and vice versa, pushing you to the edge.

“Yes, Michael, yes!”

He  switches his fingers for his tongue, pushing in and out of your entrance, wanting to taste you.

“Wanna taste you,” he says, “can you do that for me, baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Mhmm.”

His thumb continues its attack on your clitoris and within seconds your coming apart on his face. Micahel laps up your release on his tongue and helps you ride out your high.

When your body relaxes and your fingers uncench his hair his lifts his head, lips glistening from your arousal, “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Ignoring him, you pull his face up to yours and begin to kiss him sloppily, mind still foggy from your orgasm only moments ago. You smile at the taste of yourself still fresh on his lips and reach a hand down between the two of you to address the, ahem, third member present in the room.

Michael moans as your fingertips brush lightly across the strained material of his underwear, over his erect cock.

“Your turn,” you mumble, “wanna make you cum.”

Tucking your fingers under the band of his underwear, you push them down to his knees and push at his chest lightly, making him lay back so you could pull them off all the way. The soon got lost in the jumble of clothes piling up on the floor.

Swinging your hair over your shoulder, you thumb lightly at the head of his cock, swiping the moisture that had gathered and spreading it before circling your fingers around his rock hard cock and pumping it a couple of times.

Michael bites his lip, holding back a low groan, “Suck,” he demands.

Willingly, you grin and wrap your lips around the head and swirl your tongue around the tip. You begin to gradually push his dick further into your mouth, flattening your tongue on the underside of his dick and humming. Bobbing your head up and down, Michael knots your hair around his fist and helps you maintain your rhythm. “Y/N, just like that,” he groans out. You let your hand travel down to your pussy and to play with your clit, getting off on Michael’s moans dancing through the air like a sweet lullaby to your sinning ears.

“Greedy slut,” he says, grinning, “can’t wait for your second orgasm when I haven’t even had one?”

You stop toying with your clit and decide to see just how far you could take his cock in your throat and hollow your cheeks. At this, you could practically feel it twitch in your mouth. You press your hands onto his thighs to balance yourself as you lower your head until your nose is nudging the hair at the base of his cock. He lets out an almighty growl as he strains himself, not wanting to buck into your mouth but you moan at the feel of him and he fucks into your mouth, cock hitting the back of your throat and tears filling your eyes from the stinging.

“Fucking hell...” he moans out.

You lift your head and bring one hand to the base of his cock, squeezing at different pressures before lifting your lips from his cock and releasing it with a pop. You wipe the tears with the back of your free hand.

Michaels head lifts to meet your eyes. You smile, saliva dribbling down your chin, “Good?”

His eyes darken at the question, “Do that again and I might cum down your throat.”

Your eyes squint at the challenge and you drop your head to lick a stripe from the base of his cokc to the tip, making him shiver from the pleasure but before you could drop your lips to his cock again his hand grips at your neck, “Not today, baby. I need to fuck you.”

He pulls you up and goes to flip you but you quickly blurt, “Can I be on top?”

“Fuck yes, you can.”

He helps you up to hover above his erect penis. You grip it tightly and guide it towards your entrance before sinking down onto it.

“Oh, Michael,” you groan at the girth of his dick, pushing your pussy open.

“Y/N how are you so fucking tight?”

You laugh a little, the sting of the stretch of his dick stopping you halfway and settle on resting your hands on his chest, “Why don’t you fuck me more often?” You counter.

Michael’s eyes darken more — if that’s even possible — and lifts you off his dick almost entirely before slamming into you, making you whine.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

You move forward to rest on your elbows, the sting subsiding from the stretch and begin to move your hips in a swiveling motion, not wanting Michael to abolish your pussy before you’d even started.

“Such a fucking tease.”

You clench your pussy around him, loving the jolt of pleasure that ran through your body at his comment, “Oh, shit.”

“You like that? You dirty little slut, soaking my dick for me.”

Meeting your swivels, Michael sets the pace, thrusting up and everytime you bit back a moan from echoing against the walls.

“Michael,” you whimper out, making him throw his head back and growl at your needy self.

You try to force Michael to go slower but he only ghosts his fingers across your clit, rubbing vicious circles into it. Your head falls forward and you groan as he grunts with every thrust.

He was forcing you to edge quicker than you would’ve liked but the high outweighed any con your fuzzy brain could muster up when the pleasure Micahael was inducing soared through your pussy and to the coil in your stomach, slowly tightening the more he did it.

“Michael, s-so close...”

At this he pulls out and flips you so you’re on your hands and knees and he’s behind you, lining up his cock with your centre and sinking in, once again met with the warmth of your velvety walls.

He slams into you, once again and continues to pound at the same speed, making every thrust harder than the last, somehow reaching further than the last time.

“Hold it for me, baby, can you do that for me?”

You whimper in response, already so close as it is and not sure how much longer you can fend it off.

Michael grips your hair and pulls you back so you arch up and your back meets his chest, “I asked a question, can you do that?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Michael.”

“Good, little slut.”

You clench at that and he lets go of your hair, stabilising himself by gripping your hips hard enough that there would probably be finger-shaped bruises but you didn’t care — not when he was pounding into you, hitting your spot just right, “Right, there, Michael, I’m so fucki—”

He sneaks a hand round to rub circles in your clit and lets the other grab a handful of boob, squeezing and kneading it as much as he wants.

“Good girl, I’m so close, almost there, now.”

You whine, his fingers getting quicker and his thrusts sloppier.

“Oh, fu-fuck..” he groans, “now, you can cum now.”

Crying out his name, you release your hold on your orgasm, feeling the coil snap inside you, now thrilled that you no longer have to stave it off and you fall forward. Michael wraps his arm around your chest, catching you so he can continue to fuck into you.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”

Michael’s thrusts become erratic as he chases his high. When he reaches it, you feel him releasing his seed deep inside your pulsating pussy. He slows down his thrusts, riding out both of your highs for you. 

When he shudders one final time, he slumps forward, cheek resting on your sweaty back but he didn’t care.

After a few moments, he pulls his softening cock out of your sore pussy, making you wince from the over-stimulation. He presses a soft kiss to your back and goes to fetch a wet soft-cloth to clean you up. Your eyes flutter closed and you only know he’s returned by the soft caress of his hand down one thigh, pushing them apart so he can clean you up. You whimper from the soreness but let him continue as you know it has to happen in order to stay clean.

He hums as he goes about cleaning you up and tosses the cloth to the side where he can address it in the morning.

You pat the bed beside you and he climbs in, hugging you from behind and pressing multiple soft kisses to your back, making you shiver.

“That was...”

You wait for him to continue.

“Can we do that again?”

“Like now?” you reply, alarmed.

“Uh.”

“Jesus Christ, Michael, what are you made of?”

“So I’m guessing that’s a no.”

“You bet your ass it’s a no.”

He waits a beat. 

“Wake me up before Polly gets up in the morning,” you mumble.

Michael grins, “You know I will.”

“I do.”