#also yes I did not get a reference for these two. deal w/ it.

[dashflashy-arts]

Graaaaghhhh I did not go to Tumblr for a break just to witness toxicity again. That's it. I'm scared for life from these two fandoms but I dont care anymore

A blorbo and a babey interact (in the Mall Au)

[kurishiri]

Crown’s revenge on Vogel giving them nicknames

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ info ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this is formatted in like a group chat text format, and it’s basically crown assigning silly nicknames to vogel as “revenge” for nicknames getting assigned to them. it’s really silly. the translation is below the cut!

“The chatroom of my cute Crown members”

William: This is an emergency meeting.

Liam: hi hii, I’m here, Will!

Victor: Hello hellooo, William

Roger: I see you guys are always the first to respond

Harrison: It’s not every day Will’s the one gathering all of us though.

Elbert: Did... something happen?

Alfons: I would very much prefer it if the discussion that’s about to happen doesn’t go south...

A: Hm? Where are the two that work at their trading company?

Ellis: I’m here

E: Jude’s here too. he’s smoking next to me

Jude: Don’t y’all know I’m extremely busy right now.

J: Gatherin all of us in a place where that ordinary person isn’t, y’all probably gon push some disturbin mission on us, aren’t you.

William: It would appear Vogel has been giving us very amusing nicknames, you see.

Jude: Ha?

J: ‘Nicknames’? You called us here for somethin’ as worthless as that? Ya got worms for brains or what.

Harrison: To be fair you didn’t strike me as the type to do that.

Liam: oh, maybe it’s because it’s been so hot for some days in a row? Will’s not good with heat

William: Well, how many shall I read to you guys?

W: The shameless mirror man, an assassin under the command of the company president, sparkly pink, a person with a short fuse...

Alfons: Ahha! Did you hear that, Roger? They called you ‘the shameless mirror man.’

Roger: I can say with 100% confidence that ‘the shameless mirror man’ is referring to you, not me

Ellis: ‘A person with a short fuse’ must be Jude

Jude: I see ya want a pay cut, Ellis.

Victor: Hey, what about me? What’d they say about me?

William: I don’t want to give a nickname, a weirdo with long hair, and a cheerful dove. Supposedly.

Victor: Doesn’t want to... ah wait, more than that... a... dove?

Jude: That bloody Vogel’s clearly lookin for a fight.

William: ...Actually, I believe it’s the opposite.

Ellis: opposite?

William: To have thought up these most special nicknames, they must have wanted to deepen their friendship with us.

W: If that’s the case, then we must return the love, yes?

Liam: ah, I see! as expected of Will

Harrison: Are you being for real now? I guess Will is also the type to face forward in his own, Will way.

Victor: That’s what’s so wonderful about William ★

Harrison: you shut your mouth, Dove.

Victor: Youre so cold, Harrison~~!

Alfons: Anyway, what you are saying is that we deal to them what they dealt to us...

A: ...so, as thanks, we should assign nicknames to them as well, no?

Jude: We really goin all out.

Liam: I’m getting excited now! Hey hey, who should we give a nickname to first?

William: Let us start with the leader then.

Elbert: ...I have one.

Alfons: Well, aren’t you in tip-top shape today, Elbie?

Elbert: Fluffy and smiley leader.

Ellis: Its cutesy

Liam: oh, it’s because he wears a fluffy coat, and he’s always smiling!

Alfons: I must say, I expected nothing less, seeing it came from Elbie, but is it not a little too much in the cuteness department?

A: For example, let’s see... perhaps we could do the scheming and perverted fallen angel or something to that degree.

Roger: I see you’re not holding back on badmouthing him. I think the perverted part fits you more than him though

Ellis: He might be scheming, or he might be perverted. I’m not really sure

Alfons: For the record, this is what I hope for. Do you not seethe at the sight of that face that screams popularity?

Roger: Can’t argue with that there. Maybe something like very hairy legs

Liam: you two are always fighting but then agree on the weirdest things..

William: Alright, so Darius is the scheming and perverted fallen angel then...

Liam: wait what since when!?

William: Next up is the twins, Nica and Ring.

W: Let us see now. I believe it would be good to assign the twins nicknames that work in a set.

Elbert: ...twins...twins......

E: Twins with disheveled eyelashes.

Alfons: That hit rock bottom!

Ellis: Pudding & Pie

Roger: That also hit the bottom

Alfons: Then how do we feel about Clever & Cherry?

Liam: I can see ‘clever’ being Nica, but how is Ring a ‘cherry’?

Roger: Ah, don’t tell me

Harrison: Don’t you dare speak another word, Roger. A man’s pride on the line here.

Alfons: Oh, I assure you, this is all a mere guess, pure speculation ♡

A: I am actually not in the know regarding that.

William: Alright then, so the twins will be Clever & Cherry.

W: Then it’s decided. All that’s left to do now is to tell Vogel what we have come up with.

Roger: Wait, we’re telling Vogel? All of this? Are you crazy!?

William: We spent so much time coming up with these nicknames, would not telling them be more of a waste?

Liam: sometimes, I can’t tell if Will’s being or serious or not

Victor: And that’s what’s so wonderful about William ★

Harrison: shut up, Dove.

Victor: Youre so cold to me agaiiin Harrison~~!

William: Well then, who will be telling them...

[Jude has left the group chat]

William: Oh my, could this be a bug?

[William added Jude into the group chat]

Jude: What the hell

[Jude left the group chat]

[William added Jude into the group chat]

[Jude left the group chat]

[William added Jude into the group chat]

Harrison: ...Thank the lord she’s not here right now.

[ellecdc]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFx4A93R/

Dude in my opinion, the moonwater couple are like tidy couple? Do you get what i mean? Like they will keep everything at their place amd everything clean?

What will be their reaction if reader shows them this video and ask them if they would do the same to reader as a lesson?

It'll be cool if it can be a fic. But idk if your request is open. I just immediately went to this ask without checking it first

omg first of all - fuck that guy fr fr lolllll. Also that is such a sweet headcanon to have about moonwater - what does everyone else think? I totally agree with Regulus being super organized and tidy, but I'm not sure about Remus? Perhaps if he was with Regulus then yes, he'd be pretty tidy.

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has hair ties and bobby pins and wears makeup

It was sort of comical the way that the three of you created some sort of spectrum of tidiness in your relationship.

Regulus was by far the tidiest of the bunch. As a matter of fact, if you didn’t see Regulus haunting the halls of your flat, you’d be hard-pressed to believe another person lived with you at all. He was so tidy, in fact, that he would often follow behind you as you tidied in order to re-tidy, though he never made a big deal about it.

“Don’t worry, mon amour, I’ll handle it. You go sit.”

He was simply just a tidy person – something that likely followed him into adulthood from his home life as a child – and he, as well as you and Remus, readily accepted that.

Remus was less tidy than Regulus but not nearly as liberal as yourself. Sometimes, you’d find Regulus picking up the odd stray half-finished cup of tea, or books that were turned face down and never returned to, but that was roughly the extent of Remus’ mess. 

Remus was what you called a piler – he had various piles of things throughout your shared home that may look random or out of place to the layperson but seemed to be the pique of organization in Remus’ mind. He was also the kind of person who would clean as he cooked and wouldn’t sit down to eat until the kitchen was cleaned up behind him.

Couldn’t be you, however. 

You were sure you seemed like chaos personified compared to your two boyfriends, always leaving a ‘trail of destruction’ behind you as Regulus once (lovingly) referred to it as. There was evidence of you everywhere – hair ties, bobby pins, half-finished drinks, books, magazines, and the likes. No one would have to wonder if you were home from work, seeing as your shoes were hastily tossed aside, your keys thrown onto the console table rather than hanging in their rightful place, your bag hung over the back of a chair, and your hair tie sitting on the kitchen table – all screaming “your girlfriend’s home!”

And though your boyfriends have occasionally taken the piss for your untidiness, it had never escalated to anything more than a “hey dove, can you come rinse your paint brushes that you’ve left in the sink” or a “amour, I don’t know where your makeup goes, can you come put this away?”

So, when you saw this video on Tiktok, you couldn’t help but ask them if they’d ever consider doing this to you to teach you a lesson. 

“‘Teach you a lesson’!?” Regulus repeated incredulously, already looking horrified and you hadn’t even shown him the video yet.

“Why…why does he have a hammer?” Remus asked cautiously.

Suffice it to say, the boys did not like the video.

“I’m not watching this.” Regulus spat and stood from his spot on the couch next to Remus rather abruptly. You momentarily felt bad for showing it to him, knowing that signs of even mild aggression like this could be triggering to someone who grew up in a tense household, but felt better when he turned to glower darkly at you, knowing then that his ire was only half-hearted. 

“Dovey,” Remus pleaded, his face looking horrified as he watched the man smash his girlfriend’s makeup. “Why…oh my god. If I ever do something like that to you, you fucking leave my arse, alright? Punch me right in the face whilst you’re at it, too.”

“Not me.” Regulus added, not making it very far after refusing to watch the video and leaning against the back of the couch to continue watching it over Remus’ shoulder. “Just kill me; put me right out of my misery if I insist on being such a miserable wanker.” 

You snorted a laugh as both boys scoffed derisively at the “I heart you” written on the mirror, Regulus looking thoroughly disgusted and Remus still seemingly horrified. 

“Oh, he loves her. I guess that makes it alright then.” He muttered sarcastically. “What’s this woman’s address? Tell her we’re sending her a gift card to…. what’s the store that you like?”

“Sephora.”

“Sephora; tell her we’re sending her a gift card to Sephora.”

You chuckled and leaned further into Remus’ shoulder. “You have to keep watching, he says he’s going to take her shopping for all new stuff after.”

This caused a pained groan to rip through Regulus’ throat as he began muttering angrily in French and finally wandering away. “Idiot absolu. On dit que ce n'est pas tous les hommes, mais il y a des hommes comme ça. Je ne peux même pas les appeler des hommes, plutôt des putains de bambins.”

“Why would you show me this?” Remus turned to look at you, his bottom lip jutting out comically. “This is making me so sad.”

“I wanted to know if you would resort to something like this because of my mess!” You defended.

“Oh, dove. You’re not messy, you’re just not as tidy as Mr. Clean-Freak over there.” He motioned towards the direction Regulus had gone with his head earning him a “you watch yourself monsieur les tas” from his boyfriend’s disembodied voice.

Remus pressed a lingering kiss to your lips and only broke away because he couldn’t stop smiling. “I would clean up after you for the rest of my life if it meant getting to keep you around.” He said proudly, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest.

“Remus.” You moaned, pressing another kiss to his lips. “So, you wouldn’t ruin my makeup for leaving it out?”

Remus scoffed and turned back to his book. “Not in a million years.”

“Come on amour! Get your jacket, we’re leaving.” Regulus called to you from the door. You could hear him jingling his car keys.

“Where are we going?” You called back.

“Sephora. I have to buy someone makeup now. If I can’t send some to the internet girl, I may as well spoil my own.” 

[lambilegs]

ruts 101: a lesson by lee harker

contains: 12.4K words, LOTSSSS of nsfw content (so minors dni!!), lee going into a rut, I found out that apparently alphas can grow a penis during ruts so I did that for lee KSJAKS, extreme breeding kink (+ mentions of the following: pregnancy, reader carrying “pups,” reader’s chest and stomach getting heavier), no knotting but lee does have a knot, reader is ovulating, slightly dubious consent at times (ex. lee continuing to be sexual w/ reader despite their protests that they need to go to work), description of bodily fluids, throat-grabbing, spitting (on genitals and in mouth), degradation (reader is called a “slut”), reader’s tit gets slapped once, reader’s body is referred to with the terms “tits,” “breasts,” “pussy,” “cunt,” and “clit,” reader wears lace panties, daddy kink

the last thing you had expected when getting home from work today, and arriving at your girlfriend’s home, was to be seated down and have her pull up a whiteboard explaining her upcoming rut.

you don’t know whether to be amused, terrified or simply befuddled. “lee, babe, I think it’s okay. it’s still two weeks away – two weeks, right?”

she crosses her arms, and you try to not ogle the way her veins and slight muscles bulge from the movement. “I know. I meant to do this a month ago.”

you snort. of course she did. “why? it’s not a big deal, we always knew you’d eventually reach this point.”

“yes, but it’s our first time reaching this point,” she sighs, glancing at the whiteboard. 

your stomach flutters at the word first, hope igniting in you that maybe this means she’d like it to be the first of many. you swallow, trying to remain focused on her task at hand. “and? you’re always horny, anyways.”

you take great satisfaction at the pink tinge that blooms on her cheeks. “that’s not the point. when I enter my… rut,” she continues, voice lowering at the word, “I get… a lot more in that mood than usual. and at a more intense rate too. and it’s not just arousal – I also get more…” she trails off, fingers thrumming against her thigh – her nervous tic. “affectionate, and, well, desirous for time together. and you.” after a pause, she rushes to add, “not that I’m not already. but, usually, I can manage. in my ruts, I can’t.”

fondness blasts through your chest at her nervous ramblings, and you giggle. “I know, baby.” you lean back on the couch. “okay, explain it to me.”

she nods, pointing to the word tucked into the left corner of the whiteboard. “first, ‘timing.’ it happens every six months, and lasts around four or five days. I’ve, um, already requested time off work.”

your eyes widen. “jesus, that bad? you can’t even go into work?”

she gives you a sidelong glance. “I could if I take supplements. but, I took those last time, since I had been put on an important case. but, it’s not good to do that long term. it could make future ruts even worse, or prevent my ability to… impregnate.” despite her clear humiliation, you can’t help but admire how upfront she is about the entire thing.

you cock your head at her. “but, you don’t even know if you want kids.”

her mouth twitches in thought. “I know. but, I still want the option, in case I ever decide to. especially since…” her eyes flick to you, and you shift as they linger on your face. “you know.”

your mouth curves into a teasing grin. “no, no, I don’t, please expand.”

she ignores you, of course. “next, ‘nesting.’ a few days before I go into it, I’ll probably be trying to make things more comfortable. with pillows and such.”

“why?” 

“just to be comfortable. not a lot of… my kind do it. but, I like to do it around the time of my ruts.”

“so, we can cuddle there?”

she hesitates. “amongst other things.”

you bite your lip at the implication.

“which leads me to my next point,” she quietly says. “you.” 

your eyes scan her warily. “okay…” 

“you, um…” her eyes are downcast, and her nostrils flare at the deep breath she takes. “you don’t have to stay, if you don’t want to. I understand this period is a lot, and if you’d prefer to keep your distance, that’s okay. I’ve managed on my own before.”

you pout. “yeah, by hooking up with other people, I’m guessing?” the mention of it leaves a stab of jealousy piercing your stomach, the idea of her being like that with anyone but you making you itch with searing annoyance.

she glances at you. “yes, but of course I wouldn’t do that now. I’ve also managed fine completely by myself before. so, I’d just do that.”

you hum, satisfied with her answer. you’re glad she’s giving you the choice, but part of you, one stirring with both curiosity and arousal, wants to see lee in this state. one of primal, raw instinct and need, one where all her restraints and barriers are cut loose, one where all she wants is to be with you, close to you, inside of you. you swallow hard. “but, what if I want to stay? what would you want of me, then?”

she gulps. “can I speak bluntly?”

“um, yes?”

she turns to you, her eyes forcing their way from the ground to your face. “I’d probably want to have sex. a lot. and I’d be really, um, clingy and attached. ideally, if you could, it’d help if you took a few days off from work, too, though I know that’s a lot to ask for. and, well, I’d ask you to…” she picks at a stray thread of her grey slacks. “well, prepare.”

her string of requests already have you squirming, the idea of locking up with lee and having her fuck you for hours on end far from a lot to ask for. but, her last demand makes you raise an inquisitive brow. “prepare?” 

her dark eyes flick to your crotch, and you feel your face warm at the look. oh.  

“like, because of how much we’d be doing it?”

“that, and…” she raises a shaky hand to a word on the board that reads Parts. “I, um, get a penis during this time.”

your body starts at her brutally honest phrasing, as well as the shocking sentiment contained in it. “what do you mean you get a penis?”

she shrugs. “just as I said it. is that not… common knowledge?”

you scoff. “no! I don’t exactly watch a lot of werewolf-roleplay porn, lee.”

“maybe you should. that might also help. if you decide to stay.”

you roll your eyes, confusion, excitement and shock still zapping through you and making your body feel lit up. “but – but, how? how do you just grow a penis?”

“I usually wake up on the first day of my ruts with it.”

“and well, does it feel different for you?”

“yeah. but, I eventually get used to it.” she’s quick and efficient with your questions, as per usual.

“and how does it look like?” you drawl out, your cheeks aching with the grin spreading on your face. you and lee have used the strap all too many times, and obviously, you’re not ignorant to the breeding kink she has to match yours. so, the idea of her growing a penis, one that can actually… release inside of you, has your pussy tightening on nothing, practically aching for it to spread you open. 

the question makes lee pause, and you immediately know she’s getting shy on you. “it’s… I don’t know.”

“oh, c’mon,” you teasingly say. “how many inches?”

she huffs out a sharp breath. “I’m not answering that.”

“fine, I suppose I’ll just see it for myself.”

her eyes dart to you. “wait – so, you’ll stay?”

you lift yourself from the couch, internally delighting in the way her eyes imperceptibly widen and rove over you. your answer was always a yes, it was only a matter of waiting before you declared it so. 

you stop in front of her, wrapping your arms around her neck. almost instinctively, her hands press into your back, gently pulling you closer. you press a soft kiss to her chin. “of course I’ll stay.”

finally, past the stiff rundown, and the ignoring of your teasing, she smiles, her laugh lines sinking in. “good.” 

—

lee was not exaggerating about the nesting thing. a week after her cute little presentation, she’s using chairs from her kitchen to build a little blanket fort in the corner of her bedroom, splayed with soft pillows and plush throw blankets.

you watch from the threshold of her bedroom, endlessly amused. “hey, need help there?”

she gives you a pointed look. “yes, actually I do.”

you walk over to her, sipping on your soda. she stands up slowly, rubbing her palms along her sides, eyes flicking between you and her bedroom. “tomorrow, can you, um… bring things of yours to put in here?”

“what do you mean?”

“things like clothes, or stuff you sleep with.” her eyes lock in your shoulder. “things that smell like you.”

you blink hard in surprise, the request unexpected. “why?” 

“it, um… comforts me around this time. I get sort of attached to your scent.”

you soften at her words, despite the implications probably carrying some sexual notions to it too. but, still, lee being so clingy to you, your scent, and her awkward admission of it – it makes you burst in affection. 

you set your drink down, nuzzling your nose against hers, the touch causing a hum in the back of her throat. “okay, I’ll bring them tomorrow. you want some underwear or something too?”

at your taunting words, she rolls her eyes. “the things I mentioned will suffice.” 

“mm, okay,” you mumble, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips, which move gently against yours, her strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to her. you moan at the feeling of her chest pressed against you, her nipples poking out of her shirt in the chilled weather. your hands snake up, palming her through the fabric, a touch that has her groaning. you’d smile if your lips weren’t so eager to suck around the tongue that pushes into your mouth, fingers beginning to gently roll her nipples. you know she’s sensitive, so you keep your touches light and soft, but it’s enough to have her grunting, fingers digging hard into your ass. 

you gasp at the rough touch, and she parts from you, her lips beginning to land hot, open-mouth kisses to the length of your neck, pausing to suck hard on a spot beneath your ear. you whine at the aggressive ministrations, hips bucking embarrassingly hard. 

she squeezes your ass tighter. “you’d think out of the two of us, it’s you who’s about to enter a rut.”

“shut up,” you whisper, breath hitching as her teeth sink into your neck. 

“one day, I’m gonna mark you as mine,” she whispers hotly against your neck, kissing the marks of her teeth. 

“oh, yeah?” you laugh breathlessly, winding your fingers through her ponytail.

“yeah.” her lips latch onto a patch of skin, and she starts sucking brutally into it. “you’re mine.”

you keen at the suction, skin stinging from it. “l-lee…”

she sucks in a harsh breath at the noise, fingers clasping onto your hips and drawing you in closer. she lodges her leg between your thighs, rubbing it against you. the friction is barely there due to the layers of fabric, but still, it’s something. and that’s enough to get you biting your lip. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” she quietly whispers, kissing the lobe of your ear. 

her words egg you on, and you want nothing more than to get her as needy as you are. which is what motivates you to mutter, “yeah, you’re excited to put that big cock in me?”

“jesus,” she hisses, nipping at your ear. “stop that.”

you giggle, the noise melting into a moan when she strokes her tongue along the same spot. “what? does it get you turned on to think of stretching me out?” you breathe heavily, hesitating before shyly saying, “to think of me giving me your–”

her hands tighten around your skin and you gasp when you’re unceremoniously tossed onto the bed. you prop yourself onto your elbows, chest heaving, waiting for more.

but, all lee does is wipe her hands along her clothed thighs and shakes her head at you. “not now.” despite the firm words, her breaths are shaky, and you know she’s just as needy as you. “you–you need to save your energy.”

“how considerate,” you say with a simper, sitting up. your abdomen is aching with unfulfilled longing, but part of you also wants to wait until she’s in her rut. you can’t imagine how good it’ll feel for her, how needy she’ll be, after days of no sex.

she smiles faintly, reaching down to cup your face. “I do still have some sense of humanity retained, you know.”

you giggle at her quip. “awe, really? I was hoping to see you in all your mighty wolf form.” 

she rolls her eyes, walking away and opening her closet to retrieve the spare blankets folded on the top shelf. “I don’t shapeshift just because I’m in a rut.”

“oh, really?” you’ve seen lee shapeshift before, particularly in moments where she got intensely angry, which is rare and far inbetween. she gets hair all over her body, that of which also grows broader. her fangs dart out, her ears become soft and plush peaks. she still looks mostly human, but just slightly altered. it’s deeply humiliating to admit, but part of you, a very hidden part of you, had wandering thoughts about her fucking you in that state.

“yeah.” she flaps one blanket open, spreading it in her little fort. you smile at the sight, adoring how much of a busybody she’s being. the smile, however, slowly fades when she turns to you, dark eyes trained carefully onto your face. “why? did you… want to have sex with me like that?” hesitation laces her words.

“um…” 

her mouth twitches, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t know you wanted that.”

you bristle. “I never said I did.”

“you don’t need to.”

you can’t tell whether you love or hate how well she can read you. you love it, most of the time – after all, you had wanted her for so long, first from afar, and then as her friend. so, to know she can sense your thoughts so accurately without you even vocalizing them is like a surreal dream come to life. however, in moments like this, when you want to retain some of your dignity, it’s a pain in the ass.

you kiss your teeth. “I suppose I don’t if you only rely on your delusions.”

“sure, babe,” she mutters, crossing her arms and observing the blanket fort. her head tilts up to you with a small, prideful smile. “other than your stuff, I think it’s done.” 

you roll off the bed and join her. you can’t lie, it does look really cozy – plush blankets and comforters covering the ground, creating a barrier to the hard wooden floor. pillows are propped along the wall, a wide variety of them joined together. above all of this is a sheet, which is hanging off two chairs on either side of the fort. 

you chuckle, kissing her cheek. “let the rut season begin.”

she snorts. “please don’t say that ever again.”

–

so, as it turns out, your boss isn’t able to give you the full five days off. a fact which lee acknowledges with a furrowed brow, a frown pinching her lips. but, she handles it maturely, voicing her understanding. you, on the other hand? you’re practically cursing your boss inside your head at every waking moment for screwing up your plans to get fucked and fucked by your girlfriend for an entire week.

the night before her rut starts, lee clings onto you, her face buried into your neck, pressing small kisses there and twining her legs around yours. she’s impossibly attached to you, one arm laying next to your head and stroking your hair while the other is wrapped around your stomach.

at one point in the night, she wakes up due to the discomfort she’s starting to feel over the shift of her body. she nudges you awake, whining that it aches. you’re not sure what else to do other than hold her and whisper soothing words into her hair. your palm rubs along her back. you stay awake until she drifts to sleep, her drool pooling onto your chest. 

when you wake in the morning, you have to carefully unpeel lee from you in order to shower before heading into work. as you retrieve your clothes from your duffle bag and make your way to the bathroom, your eyes glance to lee to check in on her. what you see makes your breaths still.

her basketball shorts are tightly strained over an extremely evident boner.

your eyes nearly flutter completely shut. fuck. so, she really did get a dick. and she’s already hard. if you fold in your lips, and strain your ears, you can hear small whimpers coming from her. she sounds so needy.

you force yourself to ignore the sweet noises, showering, getting dressed, then leaving. all the while, lee is still fast asleep due to the hours spent awake the night before. she had insisted on setting her alarm to see you off, but with a few forehead kisses and head pats, she melted into submission and allowed you to turn it off.

you’re not even an hour into work when you get a call from lee. “babe? you okay?”

a soft moan is your first response, and you shift around, eyes darting to ensure no one is close enough to hear her voice echoing from the receiver. 

“babe?” 

“baby, ugh,” she grunts, her voice deeper than usual to her low noises. you can hear the ruffle of sheets and clothing, and different mental images of her flash past your eyes.

you swallow hard when another whimper slips past her lips. “are you in pain, baby?”

“yes,” she nearly whines, her voice hanging onto a higher pitch. “it hurts. I need you.”

your voice quiets down. there’s no one near you, but the sexual nature of the call makes you more alert. still, you don’t have it in yourself to leave her words ignored. “I know, baby, I wish I could be there.”

“can you… can you come home early?”

it’s not a request she makes often of you. lee loves her job, and her work ethic can only be described as impeccable. because of that, and her natural tendency to just care, she’s always a steady stream of support when it comes to your job. the times she has posed a question about your schedule have been far and in between, and when she does it, it means she really needs you, or misses you terribly. 

but, it’s not one you can fulfill today. you already have a work dinner that you promised to attend, and with all the people counting on you, it just doesn’t seem possible to cancel so last minute. “baby, I’m so sorry. but, I don’t think I can. I have that work dinner, remember? and a lot of stuff to get done. plus, with the days off I took, my boss won’t like me leaving early.” you soften your tone, hoping the delivery of the news doesn’t pain her too much.

she simply whimpers again, the sound so tender and broken that you nearly debate quitting your damn job. “okay.” 

“baby,” you drawl, your eyebrows scrunched in deep concern. “I’m sorry, baby. what’s happening, though? are you in pain?”

she groans, her words low with what you suspect is embarrassment. “I’m so horny. it hurts how much I need it.”

you gulp, nearly shivering at knowing the prospect of sex with you is partially what’s making her so needy. yeah, duh, her rut mostly has to do with it, but still, she wants to spend it with you. “honey, why don’t you…” your voice lowers. “... get off?”

“I did. it’s–it’s not enough, I need you. I need your scent, I need to… come in you.” the last words are whispered, and you can sense her discomfort in being so blunt.

“lee,” you breathe out shakily. “I know, sweet girl. you will, okay?”

“I will? I was just gonna wear, you know… protecti–”

“don’t,” you immediately cut in. “I’m on birth control, babe, it’ll be okay.”

she lets out a soft sigh. “but,” she protests weakly, still somehow managing her self-restraint, “it’s still not guaranteed.”

“we’ll deal with that, then, baby. but, I really want you to.” your eyes flutter at the words. you can already picture how she’d pin your body down, coming and coming in you until your hole is spilling with warm come, and the image alone makes you tense up.

“you’re sure?”

“very sure.”

–

when you return home, you’re greeted with the sight of lee curled up on the couch, wearing your t-shirt, fingers rolled into the material and watching some crime show. when you make your way through the alcove, she says without even looking at you, “hi, babe.”

“how’d you know…?”

“I could smell you since you pulled up in the driveway.”

you snort. “of course you did.”

she glances at you with a small simper. “comes with the territory, I suppose.”

“‘territory’? oh, you really have been impacted by this rut.”

her smile broadens, lovely little laugh lines dipping. “it took you this long to realize?”

your tone takes on a teasing lilt. “no, no, your needy call was indicative enough.”

she looks away, mouth twitching. “yeah, sorry about that.”

you sit on the edge of the couch, and she tucks her legs further into the cushions to give you room. you reach down, rubbing a palm on her shirt for a few moments before snaking it under the fabric. with the fireplace alit, she’s warm to the touch. and, well, frankly, you nearly jump her bones when her muscles shift and flex under your touch. 

you shake your head. “don’t apologize. it was hot.”

her throat bobs. “mm.” 

“baby,” you whine, nails digging into her skin. “look at me. I missed you so much today.”

her head whips to you at your disgruntled tone and she immediately reaches her arms out, a frown piercing her skin. “sorry, sorry. I was just embarrassed. come here.” 

you practically crawl on top of her, face burying into the crook of her neck, cheeks warmed from the spot. “what happened? you’re so collected now.”

she lightly laughs, fingers stroking between your shoulder blades. “I just… um, took care of myself. minutes ago. it gave me some temporary relief.” 

you hum, kissing her neck, trying to ignore the wave of disappointment that rolls in at this news. part of you had been excited to see her all desperate and needy for you upon your arrival home. but, you know it’s not the fairest thing, considering how bothersome her endless arousal is for her. in addition to that is the early morning you have tomorrow. an entire night of fucking doesn’t seem the best recipe for your upcoming long day at work. maybe some peace would do you both good.

though, that notion shatters as soon as she sniffs your hair, then stills. “you weren’t dropped off by your usual friend, right?”

“no, no, one of the other girls did.”

you immediately feel her stiffen. “why did she give you a ride?”

“I don’t know – probably to be polite? why?” 

her jaw clenches. “are you sure about that?”

“lee,” you chide with a surprised laugh. “yes, I’m sure! I barely know her.”

“all the more evidence as to why she has no reason to be giving you a ride.”

you snicker at her words, eyes flicking up and widening at the sight of her cheeks sucked in in clear tension. “‘evidence,’ really? this isn’t a case, lee, there’s nothing to inspect here. do you not trust me?”

at the hard edge your voice takes on, lee flinches, her grip on your back tightening. “I do trust you. I’m just saying it’s… odd.”

“it’s not!” you exclaim, lifting your head from her shoulder to stare sharply at her. “she was just being nice because jess was feeling sick. what is up with you?”

it’s not like lee isn’t possessive. she absolutely has been since the start of your guys’ relationship, often wrapping a protective arm around your waist to ward off leering gazes and fucking you hard and fast in the privacy of her home when someone hits on you in public, leaving dark marks all over your skin. she’s confessed that even before, when you guys were just friends, she always felt jealous when you flirted jokingly with your other companions. so, this streak of hers is not unfamiliar, but it usually doesn’t rear its head in such petty, small matters.

“I just don’t like the idea of some girl dropping you home and thinking she has a chance with you.”

“I mentioned you to her, lee! she knows I’m seeing someone.”

“still.” her lips fold in and tighten, eyes casted onto the television. “she might still be thinking of it in… that way.”

“and?” you snap, voice biting, the long day and this attitude from her causing frustration to bubble and boil over the edge. “that’s not my problem, lee–”

she grips your jaw hard, pulling your face up to hers so fast it strains your neck. “well, it’s definitely mine.”

despite the remaining embers of frustration in the pit of your stomach, her words send a flood of heat through you. “lee…” 

her nimble fingers tease at your hair, weaving in with a tight grip. your eyes latch onto her dark ones, which rove over your face with intense focus. and with one tug, your face is shoved up to hers, and she’s kissing you hard, mouths pressed tightly together. her tongue slides into your mouth, toying languidly with yours as her pace slows down, the kiss becoming wet and slippery. you hate your body for succumbing so easily to her, but you can’t help it. not when she’s being so sloppy, swirling the muscle around yours, pulling back to suck it into her mouth, the resulting sting of the act causing you to keen softly. she grunts at the noise, palm pressing into your head to push you in deeper. she releases your tongue with a gentle pop, and begins lapping at it with quick flicks of her tongue. 

she mumbles against your lips, “you’re mine.”

“I am, but there’s no need to be so posse–” the words melt into a soft moan as she starts pressing wet kisses along your jaw.

“there is,” she mutters against your skin, pausing to suck on a certain spot, drawing it into the crevice of her soft mouth and laving her tongue over it afterwards. “why would I want anyone to think they can possibly have what’s mine?”

you sigh heavily at the words. as irrational as her jealousy is, you can’t control the stirring of arousal her words are starting to ignite. “they won’t, babe.”

“I know. because I’ll make sure of it.” her whisper is laced with determination. she presses another long, hard kiss to your pulse point.

you pull back, staring down at her. she looks so good in this angle, hair splayed out on the pillow, skin glowing from the fire, dark eyes unflinching in their gaze. “is this a heat thing? do you get more possessive or something?”

her eyes stray from you, as though she’s wondering. after a few moments of staring at the fire, she mutters, “I think so.” then, she adds, “and it’s a rut.”

you roll your eyes with a laugh. “oh, yes, sorry, missus alpha.”

her face twists into a slight cringe. “please, do not call me that.”

“oh, yeah?” you grasp her wrists, pressing them into the cushions beneath her. “does it get you hot and bothered?”

“no,” she scoffs softly. “it gets me uncomfortable.”

at this angle, you’re painfully aware that you’re tantalizingly close to her dick, the one she just got this morning and that you haven’t even seen yet. but, god, do you want to. ever since you saw that tent in her pants, thoughts of it have been dripping into your mind – what it’d look like, taste like, feel like along the tender spots of your body.

you just can’t resist, and you grind down, your mound rubbing right against her crotch. she hisses at the impact, lip catching behind her teeth. her reaction only eggs you on further, and you start swiveling your hips around, grinding down. she’s not hard just yet, so there’s not much contact, but watching her facial expressions is enough to get you off. her eyes are half-lidded, pretty and pink lips shiny with spit and parted, nostrils flaring.

her hands, still clasped with yours, raise up, propped on her elbows, giving you the leverage needed to continue humping her. you keep going, practically bouncing in her lap, an excited thrill bursting through you when you start to feel a stiff lump under you.

“hard, baby?” you drawl out teasingly, your nerves thrumming with eager delight. you want to see it, touch it, do fucking anything with it, so bad.

she only moans in response, her neck arching up and revealing all those pulsing muscles you love. she keeps her arms up, sweet thing she is, and you continue riding the stiff shape trapped behind her sweats.

“ah!” you cry out when you move back during one of your thrusts and feel how swollen she’s gotten from the base. she feels rock-hard under you, and so deliciously big. “lee, god…”

“baby, I need you,” she rasps out, her hips beginning to buck up, pressing her cock hard against you. the feeling of it, so stiff and curved, and pressed just right against your sensitive folds and growing clit, has you tossing your head back. she lets go of one of your hands, fingers threading through your hair as she tilts your head back down. “look at me.”

“it’s embarrassing,” you mumble, but listen, anyways, locking eyes with her, trying to not to think too hard about how you must look to her right now – eyes teary and hazy, tongue nearly hanging out. the latter of which lee seems to relish in, her thumb slipping into your mouth. you start at the touch, hips jerking harder, but then encircle your lips around the digit, shutting your eyes as your tongue rubs against the pad.

“I know. I like seeing you embarrassed.” 

the words make you buck especially hard, an act that has her tensing under, her other hand suddenly clenching onto your hip with an iron grip. “wait, wait…”

in the midst of your dizzying pleasure, it takes a few moments to process her words, but when you do, you immediately freeze up. “all okay?”

she winces. “my… it hurts down there.”

“because you’re turned on?”

“I mean, it does also hurt in that way. but, I can manage sex with it. I meant it hurts literally. because I, um, did too much today.”

your giggles at her admission break into a small groan when you realize this means you won’t be doing anymore tonight.

her fingertips soothingly trace the skin of your hips. “I can still take care of you.”

the prospect is tempting, but you’re mostly in the mood for one specific thing. you bite your lip. “no, no, it’s okay. I’m mostly craving, you know…” you give a pointed look down.

she whimpers at the words, then nods tightly. “yeah, okay.” after a pause, she adds, “you know, I will still enjoy it even if I don’t get touched.” her thumb presses to your inner thigh and strokes the fabric there. “I can smell your slick. and I really do wanna taste it.”

it’s so tempting, knowing you could just shuffle up a bit and easily ride her face right here, right now. but, the conversation breaks you out of your lustful haze a bit, and you know with the early hour you’re waking at tomorrow, it’d probably be best if you don’t fuck her face into oblivion.

“tomorrow,” you quietly promise, leaning down to press a kiss to her head.

–

tomorrow turns out to be taken in all seriousness by your girlfriend, for you wake up in the early hours of the morning to her kissing your neck, stiff dick poking against your thigh.

“baby, I need to get ready soon,” you groggily mumble, hips shuffling as she scrapes her teeth against your skin, nibbling lightly. 

“I know,” she whispers, snaking a hand up and grabbing your tit over your shirt.

you gasp at the touch, torso curving as you arch up. she doesn’t give you a break, thumb stroking along your nipple until the bud is hard and aching. when it is, she adds her index finger to the mix, rolling it easily between her calloused pads. the fabric dims the sensation a bit, giving you enough to make you writhe, but still withholding peak pleasure. all the while, she’s mouthing incessantly on your neck, lips opening up to suck sloppily on it, her drool slipping past the length of your neck.

“baby,” you whimper into your still dark bedroom, the early morning coating you both in the faintest purple light. “I–I need to–”

“I can be quick,” she mumbles, hand leaving your chest to pull your top up. when your tits are revealed to her, she ducks down, taking a perked nipple into her mouth, eyes shutting as she sucks generously on it. moans drip from her lips as she does, especially when you begin stroking her smooth hair. she shuts her eyes, focusing entirely on showering attention on your little bud, lips closing around to give it small, soft kisses, before her tongue begins lapping at it. the soft, wet, fast flicks send a bolt of arousal through you and you start whining, hips bucking. 

she pops her mouth from your nipple, swirling her tongue around it. “these are gonna look so pretty with milk,” she whispers, her tone filled with soft admiration.

your hips flinch at the filthy thought, squirming even more. “you mean when I get pregnant?”

“yes.” she licks the underside of your tit, pausing to suck a burning mark there. “when I give you my come.”

you know it’s just roleplay – neither of you are in any position for starting a family, and you’re diligently on birth control. but, the words still ignite a deep pit of arousal in you. and despite your earlier protests, your voice rises in anticipation. “now?” 

she sharply inhales. “no. I need to take my time for that.”

“then?” 

ten minutes later, she has you pinned to the bed on your stomach, her clothed dick rubbing against your pussy, the only thing separating you being her underwear and yours. one hand is shoved past the fabric, rubbing her fingers along your throbbing clit, while the other is thrusting two fingers into your open mouth. her hips move fast and hard, and you nearly want to sob at just how good her cock feels even with the thin layers of fabric separating you guys from skin-on-skin contact. it’s so stiff, and seems to fit so well along the length of your pussy, digging to the outside of your hole with each thrust and having your mind whirl with thoughts of her sliding it inside. the pressure hits every spot along your folds and lips, and between that and her finger rubbing attentively at your clit, you’re a mess.

“doing so good,” she says quietly against your ear, dotting a kiss to the lobe as her hips begin to jerk hard, your thighs slapping together as her cock continues to press and rub. you’re absolutely drenched, which only makes her ministrations even more slippery, your sticky underwear gliding along your cunt with each thrust. “I’m gonna fuck you tonight, okay?”

“okay,” you whine, feeling boneless and pliant as her strong body keeps you pinned to the bed. 

she slips her hand from your mouth, using it to grip your hair back, mouth hot against your cheek. “god, you feel good even like this. I wanna be inside you so bad.”

“yeah?” you moan out, voice slightly muffled from how your face is laid upon the pillow. “wanna fill me with come?”

“yeah.” she grits her teeth, thrusts becoming faster, her cock rubbing so tightly against you. “wanna get you so full your hole is weeping with it.”

you cry out. “then, you better make sure to do it again and again.”

“I will. gonna make sure we get you pregnant.”

your voice shatters into a broken whine. “fuck, lee.”

your reaction causes a soft huff of laughter from her, and she mumbles, “you like that, don’t you? thinking of being knocked up with my pups, showing everyone who claimed you.”

“y–yes, I love it.” it’s so dirty, so humiliating, but so true. you love the idea of being marked at hers, at having your body physically change due to something she left inside of you. the entire idea gets you drenched.

“good. I’ll give you however many you want.” her long fingers grip your jaw, turning your head to the side, where her waiting, wanting lips are ready to meet yours. the kiss is messy, accompanied with heavy gasps against each other, your cries only intensifying as she speeds up her hips.

after a few moments, she grunts loudly, panting out, “baby, I-I’m close. gonna give you my load.”

you rub your ass back up against her, pussy fucking aching to be stretched out on her dick right now and having her come shoved deep into you. but, you know it’ll all come in good time, as well as that right now, she clearly wishes the same. you use that to your  advantage, whining out, “please fill me up, give me a baby.”

she gasps loudly against your ear, slamming her hips down a few more times before her body begins to buck messily, her breaths shallow as she trembles from above you. 

you close your eyes, delighting in the noises of her soft, whispering moans and her heavy breaths, trying to picture her coming inside of you as she makes them. with that mental image in mind, and her finger continuing to rub incessantly at your clit, you toss your head back, mouth opening in silence as your walls clench and tighten on nothing, begging to be sucking on her cock.

her body sags upon you, keeping you pressed into the mattress. you laugh into the pillow. “get off me, you loser.”

she groans. “no. it’s comfortable.”

when you gently turn your body over, sending lee plopping into the bed, she whines, arms reaching out. “no, no, please.”

“baby!” you admonish, tossing your legs over the bed. “I’m already running late.”

she frowns. “but, um, was it worth it?” the question is forced out in a firm, neutral tone, but you know your girlfriend better than that.

and so, you pause at the insecurity quieting her voice. when you catch her looking away, you rush to crawl back onto the bed, cupping her face and turning to you. “it was so good, baby. like, so fucking hot.” an earnest kiss touches her lips. “I loved every second, truly. I promise, it wasn’t an inconvenience at all, I’m sorry if I made it sound like that.”

she mumbles, “no, I’m sorry for being clingy.”

“shut up.” you kiss her again. “you’re not ever clingy just for being affectionate, or–or, for having feelings. besides, I like you all clingy.” her face warms under your palms and you try not to grin hard. “I’m so sorry I can’t cuddle now, baby, I just can’t afford to be late with me already taking off tomorrow and the day after.”

she hums contentedly. “I know.”

you kiss her forehead, then move to retrieve your clothes from your duffel bag. 

“how about we… shower together?” when you whirl around in surprise, her mouth twitches, head ducking down. “I just want to be close before you go.”

you bite your lip. if you two shower together, you’ll see… it. you resolve that you have better self-control than that, though, and will be able to handle it without getting sexual. at least you hope so. “sure.” 

in the soft, orange light of her bathroom, you gulp down at the sight of her grey boxers soaked through, a dark path covering nearly the entire length of it. her eyes flick to where yours linger, and she clears her throat. “yeah, I got a bit carried away.”

the bait is right there. you can’t resist it. you sit on the counter and spread your legs, showing her your soaked underwear. “so did I.”

her nose makes a whistle-like sound as she tightly draws in a breath. “don’t. I’m gonna get hard again.”

you close your legs with a guilty smile, and hop off the counter, beginning to undress. when you glance to lee, she’s topless, clad in nothing but her boxers, but clearly hesitating.

you reach out to touch her collarbone, skimming your fingers along it. “it’s okay if you’re not comfortable.”

she nods. “I am, though. it’s just new to you.”

with that, she drags her boxers down her legs. your eyes zero in on the spot between her legs, nearly whining when you finally see her dick. it’s so pretty, all flushed and creamy from her orgasm, leaking at the tip and softened up. it’s like some sort of treat, one that you want rolling between your tongue and lips for hours, until your throat is coated in her seed. it’s new and abrupt, to say the least, to see her in this state, but your mind is too clouded by desire to really let any shock linger. 

her eyes are hooked onto your shoulder, clearly avoiding your gaze.

as embarrassing as it is to admit it out loud, you push through, knowing your assurance is what'll relax her most. “you look so good, baby. you look so hot.”

she taps at her thigh, eyes hesitantly raising to you. “really?” 

you nod, resisting the urge to fucking purr at her. “uh huh.”

“okay. okay, good.”

the shower is equal parts pleasure and torture. you love seeing your girlfriend’s lean body get soaked through, faint muscles shining as they ripple and move with her movements. her hair out of the usual ponytail, pretty and falling past her shoulders. drops hanging off her long lashes, lips slippery wet. it’s all such a sight to take in. but, every brush of her cock against your thigh, your ass, your hand, has you nearly keening, wanting nothing more than to have your front shoved against the tile walls as she pounds you out until you see stars.

you can tell lee feels it too, hissing and heavily breathing whenever such a slight touch happens. 

by the time you’re ready to leave work, you’re almost thankful to be gone, for being near your girlfriend and having to resist fucking proves to be one of the hardest tasks you’ve dealt with. 

lee was right. you’re practically in your own rut, too.

–

“did you complete the order?” a soft voice asks from behind you.

you immediately smile at the sight of your girlfriend, bliss flooding through you after the long hours of working and missing her immensely. you wrap your arms around her neck, drawing her in close. “mhm.” 

she loosely wraps her arms around your waist, lips tilting up shyly. you know she’s still not fully used to affection in public, and it’s not something she herself usually initiates, apart from hand-holding. but, she seems to be relishing in your attention right now, fingers tight around your back. she leans in closer. “you smell nice.”

you snort, voice lowering. “you’re in a rut – I’m always smelling nice to you.”

“yeah, but right now, it’s stronger.” her lips fold in. “it’s really nice.”

“oh?” you giggle, siddling closer to her. “is ‘really nice’ code for ‘arousing’?”

her nostrils flare. “be quiet. someone might hear.”

“lee, there’s no one near us!” you softly exclaim, eyes circling around your surroundings to emphasize your point. 

“it’s half for my own sake, too.”

you press the front of your body to her, relishing in the power you clearly hold over her. “oh? why? what will happen?”

she sucks in a sharp breath at your contact. “you know what’ll happen.”

“no, no, I don’t.”

she scoffs, slightly smiling. “don’t play naive. we both know that’s not you.”

she’s right. that isn’t you. you had to practically spend a half hour convincing yourself at work today to not sneak off to the bathroom and fuck yourself to a phone call with her. to say you’ve been needy, and more than aware of the sexual dynamic you two have slid into, is an understatement. 

“but, I am,” you whine, anyways. you know how much this gets to her – the little innocent act, encouraging her into the position of corrupting you. “I’m such a good girl. I’m just lucky no big, bad wolves have gotten ahold of me yet.”

lee’s hand braces against your back, pulling you in closer. “yet,” she mutters against your ear, and you can hear the deep inhale she takes. “jesus, you smell good.”

you giggle. “why are you so obsessed?”

“I don’t know.” her tone is slightly frustrated, and you can’t help but feel endeared over the fact that even now, in the middle of a rut, lee has it in her to be confounded over something. she sighs, eyes lowered in clear, focused thought. finally, they widen imperceptibly. “are you ovulating?”

“lee, shh!” you squeak, eyes darting around to make sure no one heard.

finally, your order number is called out. you dash over, pick up the paper bag, and with a petulant glare to lee, start walking out of the door.

she lightly jogs over to you in the parking lot. you had taken the bus to work this morning, and the sight of lee’s car in this cold autumn evening makes your body loosen in relief. she wraps an arm around your waist. “are you?”

you roll your eyes. “yes. why?” 

lee’s steps slow to an eventual halt. “oh.” 

your eyebrows knit in concern. “what’s wrong?”

“well, if you are, then it might be risky to, you know…” her eyes drift into a sidelong gaze, clearly shying away from saying the word out loud.

“but, lee, I’m on birth control.”

“still,” she mutters, gripping tightly onto the sleeve of her oversized jacket, “it’s risky. you’re more prone to, you know–”

“I know, but that doesn’t change my mind. we can deal with anything that happens when it does, okay?”

she picks at her lip. “baby, still. I can just…” her eyes flick about, and she leans closer. “... pull out.”

your hole practically clenches down in protest. “no. please. I want it so bad.” your tone becomes a mixture of actual words and whimpering softness. you know you sound so desperate, so needy, but your mind has been nothing but mental images of lee pumping her seed into you. you wonder if when the person you love is in a rut, it impacts you too, for you feel like you’ve been wanting this just as much, if not more, than her. 

the ghost of a smile appears on her face. “I can see that.”

your eye twitches. “as if you don’t. are we forgetting this morning?”

her nostrils flare and she stares hard at the ground. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“and why would you?” you continue, delighting in the hook you seem to have latched into her, and wanting to pull, pull and pull her closer. “you clearly wanna give in and give it to me. especially when I’m, you know… more fertile.” you mentally cringe at those last two words, the taste of them foreign on your tongue.

but, it’s worth it, because lee’s jaw clenches, her gaze stabbing. she opens the passenger door. “get in.”

as you shuffle into the seat, you laugh and say, “funny, I was going to say the same thi–”

she shuts the door, and you snort.

lee climbs into the driver’s seat, pushing the key in and warming the car. as it rumbles to a start, you’re suddenly yanked by your jacket to her. you softly gasp, her lips hovering just over yours. 

“too much,” she mutters, before pressing a harsh kiss to your mouth. her lips push and suck at yours, tongue shoving in and lapping. her cold hand moves to your neck, fingers gently grabbing it, putting the faintest amount of pressure into her hold. her rough, pink muscle swirls around yours, rubbing hard along the roof of your mouth. you’re panting against her mouth, saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth. she parts from you, her tongue slowly massaging along the corner and licking up the drool. “just be quiet now,” she whispers. 

you snort. “or else?”

you receive your answer to that as soon as you’re inside her cottage. food discarded on her coffee table, you're dragged to her bedroom and thrown onto the bed. half an hour later, she has two fingers deep inside you, her mouth latched onto your clit. your panties are pushed to the side, pants still hanging off your leg. she’s hooking her lips around your bud, drawing it in with slow, languid sucks that have you throbbing deep down into your core. her long, firm fingers push scrape against your sensitive walls so good, rough and calloused from her job.

“oh,” you moan softly, torso arching off the bed. her mouth is making filthy noises against your pussy, sucking and kissing sloppily. it sounds so raspy, especially accompanied with her long groans.

“yeah, good, you’re doing good,” she murmurs, the words moist with the way her lips remain pressed to your pussy.

you squirm from her praise, and whine louder when she flattens her forearm on your tummy, forcing you to remain still. 

“so needy,” she murmurs, sounding all too teasing for someone who’s face-deep in your pussy, moaning and licking at it without wavering. “have you been… opening yourself for me?”

voice shaky, you respond. “yes.” you’ve taken to fucking yourself with your dildo almost everyday the past week. it’s been harder since you started staying at lee’s two days ago, what with her raging horniness inevitably going to get triggered by you doing any form of masturbation near her. but, before you left work today, you had fucked yourself in the bathroom, pushing the dildo in and out of your sopping cunt, until it slid in with ease.

“I can tell.” she adds a third finger in, and you nearly squeal from excitement, the addition giving you an aching, hot stretch. “you’re looser than usual.”

her blunt words have you shivering. “just for you.”

“yeah.” she gives you a sharp suck on your little, swollen nub, leaning back momentarily to spit directly on it. her warm, thick saliva smacking into your clit has your hips bucking, and her arm presses down harder. “gonna stretch you out even more.”

she slips her fingers out and before you can cry out in protest, she rolls you onto your stomach. without hesitation, her fingers hook into your pant’s waistband, sliding them the rest of the way down your legs. your body immediately wracks with chills as she tugs the pants past your ankles and feet. 

her long fingers dig into your lace-clad ass before skimming along the trim. “wore these just for me?” the wisp of a smile graces her face. “that excited?”

you bite your lip. of course it was for her. but, you don’t want to give in so easily and admit to it just yet. “no, I always wear– mmph,” you whimper, pressing your face down into the blanket.

because in the middle of your sentence, lee grabs your hips, pushing you against her so that your legs hang off the edge of her bed, and her hard-on is pressed right against you through the layers of your panties and her sweats.

you gasp at feeling how hard it is, fisting the sheets. the curved length of it rubs just right along your pussy, and lee lowers her hips so that it presses against your clit. her hands tightly clutch your hips and she rocks her cock against you, the rough material of her sweats combined with the firmness of her cock making your eyes roll back.

she gently lifts the edge of your panties before letting it snap into your skin. the sting of it makes you flinch, jerking back onto her cock. she moans softly. “feels good.”

“baby, please, I can’t take it.” you need her cock, you need to wrap your lips around it, swallow it down, have it deep in your guts.

“yeah?” she grunts, beginning to thrust against you harder, the fabric of her sweats rubbing roughly at your thighs as she keeps stroking the bump of her boner into you. “wanna feel it in you?”

“want it so bad, daddy,” you whine, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles strain.

she hums quietly. “you must be really needy if you’re calling me that.”

“as if you aren’t,” you manage to scoff through your moans. “you’ve been practically on me every moment of every day.”

she snaps your panties again, and you whimper. it’s a warning. “I don’t remember you complaining.” her thumb slides between where her clothed dick is shoved against you, thumbing at your soaked panties. as she does, you can feel the pooling wetness moving around, sinking deeper into your folds. “nor do you seem to be right now.” her fingers slide under your panties, rubbing against your pussy.

the skin-on-skin contact, her fingertips still cold from the weather, have you bucking up. it’s good, so good, to feel her hands on you like this, but you need more. you need her inside.

“lee, god, please…”

“please what?”

you groan in frustration. “you know what.” you wonder how she manages to have so much self-control at this moment. is teasing you really more of a priority than getting some release of her rut?

when you ask her it, albeit between moans and whines when she starts circling your clit, she bites her lip tentatively. “just want to make it good for you too.”

“ugh,” you groan at her sweetness. “it will, bozo, but I just want it in me and– fuck.” you moan loudly when she rips your panties from you, the sheer, flimsy pieces of fabric discarded to the floor. “lee, what the fuck, I liked those.” despite your words, you’re squirming, her casual display of strength doing wonders to wetten your pussy even more.

“I’ll get you more.” you hear the sounds of her shrugging off her jacket and tossing it to the cushioned chair in her bedroom. “take the rest of your clothes off.”

still faced away from her, you suck in a breath at the gentle order, and do as she says, removing your shirt and bra. when you turn on your back shyly, fully naked and exposed, you hiss at the sight of lee’s cock gently bobbing in the air, her lower half completely nude, clad in nothing but her fbi academy sweater. your mouth waters at the sight of her cock, milky precum dripping from the tip, her entire shape swollen and hard, a bit more thick and firm this morning, as well as more flushed.

your thighs rub together, aching to have any touch on your pussy. “daddy, please, I…” you shuffle to the edge of her bed, and she slowly follows you, eyes almost predatory in how carefully they’re watching you. when she’s in front of you, cock hanging just centimetres from your chin, you feel your tongue dart out to lick your lips. 

she inhales a shaky breath. you can feel the seams of her self-control beginning to unravel now that you’re both so close to what you want. “please what?”

“can I please suck on it?”

she grits her teeth, voice sounding raspier when she speaks, as though she needs to force the words out. “okay. but, just for a bit, baby, I can’t–” another sharp breath cuts her off, and it melts into a husky, long moan. 

because the permission was all you needed. as soon as she gives it, you wrap your fingers around the part. it’s velvety smooth under your skin, lest for the small, brown, coarse hairs coiling at the base. you raise it up, admiring the heaviness of it, pussy squeezing at the idea of it stretching you out and filling you to the brim. but, your curiosity is too strong – you want to know what it tastes like.

you duck your head down, planting a soft kiss to the tip. lee fucking whines, she’s so sensitive, her hips immediately jerking towards you. the reaction feels like a reward of sorts, and so, you continue pressing soft, wet little kisses along the tip. her precum coats your lips, leaking into the inner part of them. it’s a bit salty and sticky, but it’s lee, and that makes you ravenous for more.

you wrap your mouth around the entire tip, sucking it in with slow little motions of tightening your mouth on it. even the tip has a weight that rests so comfortably in your mouth, and you shut your eyes, lost in the motion of sucking her, your mouth beginning to produce low soaking sounds in the empty room. those, paired with lee’s heavy breathing, have you even more determined to continue. 

with a pop, you release her, and lee immediately whispers, her tone desperate and annoyed, “why’d you– ah, shit.”

the long licks you start delivering to her tip must be doing something really nice to make your careful baby curse like that, you think as you return to your ministrations with more pressure. you relish in the effect you seem to be having on her, flattening your tongue and stroking it against swollen head, specifically her tip. you start curling small, tiny licks with the rough, pink point of your tongue and that seems to do it for her, her entire body racking with shivers. 

“fuck, let me fuck your face, baby,” she rasps out.

she does this kind of thing with her strap all the time. some sadistic streak in her loves seeing you struggle to swallow down her cock, gurgling and choking down on it, tears leaking. you love it just as much – seeing your reserved, self-contained girlfriend lose control and do something she held back on for the longest time out of wanting to be careful with you.

your mouth immediately hangs open and without a moment’s hesitation, she lifts her cock to your lips. she smacks the head of it against the opening, and tiny drops of her precum mixed with your spit fall onto your lips. you stick your tongue out, and she faintly smiles, continuing to slap her cock against it. she lets it drag along your tongue once, twice, before slowly inching it in. 

you’re not able to take in the entirety of it, maybe only half. but, it seems to be enough for lee, whose head hangs back, eyebrows furrowed in something that looks split between anguished pleasure and focused desire. 

you keep it locked in your mouth for a few moments, lips straining and aching with the thickness of her. she’s not so big that it feels impossible to take her in, but she definitely has a thicker girth than the dildo you two use. 

when she tilts her head in a silent question, and you nod, you barely have a moment to process the decision before she starts pumping her cock in, shoving it in and out of your mouth with a ruthless pace. it hits the back of your throat, and you gag all over it, mouth tumbling with soft whines and noises of struggle. drool pools and spills from your mouth, bursting along your chin, and the moments where your reflexes fail to serve you lead to tears streaming down your face.

her thumb brushes against them, and even through her gasps and hard, deep grunts, her eyes seem to soften. “so pretty,” she mumbles.

these words cause a slowing in pace, her slippery, wet-soaked cock dipping in and out of your mouth in gradual, steady motions. you blink through the blurs of your tears, your clit aching when you see the sheen of sweat on her forehead, her eyes wide and latched onto you, bottom lip hooked behind her line of teeth. her cheeks are flushed, her breathing is more laboured than when she’s working out, and you know how into this she must be. 

she slips out, muting your whine of protest with a rough, tight grip on your jaw, coaxing your mouth open. she leans down and spits a wad of saliva onto your tongue. the wet burst in your mouth makes your breaths shudder, wishing it could’ve been her sticky load. but, more than your want for that is the need for her to shove that load deep in your hole.

which is why your stomach flutters in excitement when she pushes you onto your back, easily climbing over you. your legs spread wide for her, a choked gasp exiting your mouth when her dripping cock brushes over your folds. a loud hiss is heard from above, and you look up to find lee, blinking hard, clearly trying to reign herself in. 

“it might hurt a little,” she whispers, her breaths puffing softly near your mouth. 

you press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. part of you is a little nervous, but it’s dimmed from the anticipation, sheer want and burning curiosity. “I know. it’s okay.”

she grabs something from the nightstand and you turn your head, snorting at the bottle of lube. “prepared, aren’t we?”

she shoots you an exasperated look, pinched lips still curling up in spite of it. “I want to keep you comfortable.”

your stomach flips from the words. you have the sweetest girlfriend to ever grace this earth. the tender sentiment smoulders into hot lust when she squirts from the bottle some of the transparent, thick lube onto her palm, wrapping her hand around her dick to stroke it on. it covers the part in a dripping, wet coat of slippery wetness, and makes it look even more tempting. 

when you give her your okay, she moves forward with a soft moan and the head of her pushes into your hole. you moan at the way it stretches into you, the sensation full satisfaction with just the ghost of stinging pain. as her cock digs in further, you feel your walls expand to accommodate her, burning and aching with the thickness of her. it’s not too painful, per say, but rather just a strain to adapt and settle into. 

the entire time, lee, wrapped in your arms, face pressed against your cheek, is moaning and whimpering. she’s never sounded so vocal before, and it makes your pussy tighten to hear the way she’s quietly crying out just from your pussy gripping around her. when she’s fully sheathed in you, she buries her face in your neck, gasping against the skin, her warm breaths of air making you feel even hotter, already surrounded by her body and with her thick sweater pressed against your chest. 

lee’s breaths are ragged when her hips press flush into yours. you can feel her struggle in staying still, her body tense and stiff against you. you take a few moments, eyes fluttering shut as you adjust to her size. her cock pushes against your walls with its velvety skin, hairs at the base tickling along your pussy. your hole feels tight with the length of her inside, burning with the ache of having her press in, widening you out for herself. 

when the slight pain begins to simmer, you moan loudly. she’s stuffing you so full, her thick cock all you can think about at this moment with how it feels like it’s filling up every single inch within. it’s warm, and smooth and perfectly thick, and you need her to move. 

“go, go,” you whine, hands snaking under her sweatshirt and digging into the soft skin of her back. her breath hitches, though you can’t tell if it’s from your words or the contact. “move, daddy, please.”

“fuck,” she mutters against your ear, slowly pulling back, her cock slipping out. you whine at the loss, the noise shattering into a soft yelp when she dips it back in, your walls clinging onto her. “you feel so good around me.”

“mm, I hope breedable,” you giggle, feeling light-headed with the amount of pleasure rooted in your pussy.

her eyes squeeze shut. “stop that. I wanna make this last.”

“awe, does daddy get all riled up at the idea of breeding me full?”

lee’s nostrils flare, narrowing her eyes at you in clear frustration. 

usually, you might be too shy to say such unabashed, filthy sentiments, but the clear impact you’re having on her – feeling the pillow underneath you stretch with her tight grip on it, seeing how her eyes widen, the tensing of her jaw – motivate you to go further, tease her more, feel and relish in just how much she needs you. “gonna get me all loaded with–”

she tugs you by the hair, holding your head still as her mouth presses to yours. her tongue worms in, lips curving against yours with months of expertise on her sleeve. as she does, the speed of her thrusts quicken, her cock beginning to pump in and out in a steady motion, letting your hole empty out and then plunging back into you. 

your noises are muffled against her lips, quiet and squeaky as her teeth clash against yours, the kiss turning brutal. you can feel the frustration in it – the way she licks at your teeth and sucks carnally on your lips, as though her goal is to devour you rather than make love. 

“I will get you fucking loaded.” her hips smack brutally into yours now, cock piercing in and out so sharply, with such hard, pointed thrusts that your head lolls back. “you’re gonna stay here till I have my fill.”

you writhe from the harsh words, your pussy tightening on her like a glove. she kisses your forehead, laughing softly. “liked that?”

“no,” you splutter, wanting to push her even further. “I–”

her fingers wrap around your throat loosely, no pressure in the touch, but holding you in place. “do you want me to come in you or not?”

“please, you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“and you would?” the noise of skin slapping rings through the room as she begins to drill her cock into you faster. “do you think I missed your reaction this morning? practically panting for my dick.”

a strangled noise wrings out of your throat. “it looked pretty!”

a twinge of adoration blooms in you when you feel her falter inside you, cheeks darkening to pink. her eyes tentatively raise to you, before lowering to press another kiss to your lips, infinitely more tender than before.

when you two part, she starts slamming her hips down again, pounding into you with the exact same pace as before. the tip tickles at the sweet spot tucked deep into your hole and your entire body arches up, spine curving from the sheer delight it sends through you. 

lee pushes her face into your chest, mindlessly sucking and biting at your tit as she keeps going. one hand slides from beside your head, gripping tightly onto it and hooking her soft lips around your perked nipple. her tongue skims along it before pressing harder, focused licks. the sensitivity of your nipples, and her mouth’s hot touches on them, cause pleasure to sharply pierce through your chest. 

she pulls away and gently smacks your tit, watching it move before getting her mouth back on it. “gonna get these so heavy.”

she gently hooks her teeth into them, and the scrape of it is like a deep, hard itch. you slide your fingers into her hair, keeping her against your chest. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

lee delivers one last kiss to your chest before lathering her tongue along the length of your jaw. the coolness of it makes you shiver, and you clutch onto her tightly, needing the warmth of her body, her sweater, and her rock hard cock sliding into you. she whispers, hand stroking along your stomach, “the only thing I’d like more is to get this heavy too.”

you wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her tight and flush into you as she thrusts fast and hard. your words are nearly incoherent through all the moans and whines. “do it, daddy. wanna feel your come squeeze in me.”

“fuck.” her cock slams into you, continuously hitting that spot, sending your eyes rolling back. “gonna make sure you get it so deep. your pussy’s gonna be a mess when I’m done with it.”

“w-want it so bad. you can do it however many times.”

her hand snakes down your body and you keen at the blissful jolt that shoots through your core when her thumb begins flicking at your clit. “I know. but, I want you to come first.” she kisses your ear, gasping against it, “wanna feel you milk me.”

you suddenly feel something bulging at the base of her cock, smacking against the stretched ring of your hole. “lee,” you gasp, “is that–?”

you know what it is before she even answers. it’s her knot. but, you know you shouldn’t get too overeager. part of lee’s little whiteboard lesson had included a disclaimer that she absolutely wouldn’t be putting her knot in you during your first time having sex – that it was too big, too much for your first time taking her in in this state.

“yeah,” she grunts into your ear. “is it too much?”

“no, no, keep going,” you beg, hands continuing to stroke and grab at her strong back. her knot doesn’t feel painful in its gentle smacks against you, and the sensation only adds to your already increasing pleasure, giving the exterior of your pussy as much stimulation as the inside. everytime she slides fully in, it bumps against your clit along with her thumb, and the feel of it has you squirming uncontrollably, the ache within you growing and tightening, pulling at you for release. “baby, I think I’m close.” your legs’ grip on her torso tighten, thighs tensing. 

“me too.” she nips at your ear, her thumb beginning to rapidly press hard, up-and-down strokes on your clit. “want you to do it first.” her voice is husky, swimming in the honeyed command. 

“yes, daddy,” you groan, one hand latched tightly into her back and the other wound into her hair and tugging, all attempts to brat melted away completely. “gonna be your perfect breeding slut.”

“yeah, you sound like a slut, begging for it,” she mumbles.

all you can do is claw at her back, your neck exposed for her to bite and suck, tits shaking, as she bucks and bucks into you. her thumb pushes incessantly at your clit, making it throb and build into an all-consuming wave of arousal. she keeps going, ruthlessly pounding and digging her cock deep into you, hitting that sweet spot, her knot rubbing and sliding against your crinkled, slippery folds, your walls hugging and tightly wrapped her. her face, right above yours, is tight in concentration, eyebrows drawn in, mouth clamped shut and face flushed. 

the sight of that face, her quiet, filthy words, just lee, are what push you over the edge. your body bucks and twists as the ache bursts and sends streams of hot, blooming pleasure in your stomach. you can’t get over it – the satisfaction of your walls clenching so hard while she fills you up, keeping you plugged full. you grip onto her shoulders tightly, her body continuing to move against you as she plunges into your hole. you know she usually struggles, at least a bit, to keep pushing in as you come, and the thought flashes through your mind if her rut changes her physical strength. a thought that, despite the genuine curiosity it contains, only turns you on even more.

lee cries out quietly as you clamp down on her, her body shaking as though your orgasm is hers. her pants are heavy and loud against your ear, hips beginning to grow messy in their pace and measure.

as your flutters around her dick slow down, she groans loudly. “that felt so good. I’m close.” there’s a near whine to the words, as though her impending orgasm is equal parts euphoric and agonizing.

“do it, baby,” you gently encourage, desperate for her seed, her marking of you, for her to make you hers. “come in me, baby, get me bred.”

she hisses sharply against your ear, rutting into you without a moment of relent. her cock shoves into you in three more thrusts, and then, you feel her body suddenly freeze before breaking into convulsions, a broken cry shooting from her pretty lips. she buries her face in your neck, continuing to ride into you, and you gasp when you feel the burst of her come inside your hole. it feels so thick, heavy spurts of it splashing against your walls and getting coaxed deeper into you with every thrust, the milky consistency of it sloshing between lee’s cock and your walls. 

high off the feeling of her filling you, you whine, “are you sure you can’t put the knot in?” she’s still inside you, your walls hugging around her. it’d be so easy for her to.

a shudder sends her body trembling in your arms. “baby, no, it’s too much for your first time.” her voice is firm, though you can’t tell if it’s with determination or an attempt to restrain herself. 

you moan in protest, a noise she quiets with a gentle kiss, whispering, “another time, baby.” 

the soft gesture after such a brutal round of lovemaking has you nearly cooing in pleasure, pressing your own kiss to her cheek. “yeah, but does ‘another time’ mean ‘this week before my rut ends’?”

she huffs out a silent laugh. “depends.” 

“on?” 

a soft snicker leaves her lips. after her eyes skim over your face, your stomach flipping at the sheer adoration there, her mouth begins travelling down your neck again. “how well we open you tonight.”

[dividers by: @cafekitsune]

[loupy-mongoose]

*Ahem*

Happy Halloween!! ^w^

Bug Fables.

It's my current favorite video game, and actually, you can thank it for Linden Roots existing~

I'll explain, but in order to do so I have to dive into spoilers for one of my absolute favorite plots for one of my absolute favorite characters, so I need to slap on a;

MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING!

In my opinion, this game is best experienced SPOILER FREE, so if you haven't played it and want to some day, I recommend skipping my info dump below. (This info can be acquired before beating the main game though. :>)

You're okay with spoilers? Yes? Okay, carry on.

So.

Those who are familiar with Leif's story will probably see how Bug Fables influenced the creation of Linden Roots.

A long while ago, I mentioned Randy being inspired by my favorite fictional character.

That's Leif.

Leif is a moth who is ancient.

And dead.

Loooooong before the game takes place (I can't find an exact timeframe; it's like a generation or two), Leif went with a team of bugs to explore a cave, but ended up dying in there. In that same cave, a group of scientists later experimented on cordyceps. Now, as soon as they became relevant to the story I was HOOKED.

I learned about cordyceps as a kid, and they scared the crap out of me. But it also was one of those morbidly fascinating things I'd look into once in a while. (Before anyone tells me, yes, I know that's what's in The Last of Us.)

If you don't know, IRL cordyceps basically turn bugs into zombies.

Anyway, the scientists were trying to find a way to create eternal life (what else is new lol), and did this through cordyceps. Which, as one could guess when dealing with zombie fungus, ended up going badly for the scientists.

One of the "failed" experimental fungi was thrown out, and found its way to the deceased Leif, and brought him back to life. It took on his memories, and Leif woke up without knowing what happened, until you dig into his story during the game. So the "Leif" we know in the game isn't truly Leif, but is the fungus living as him.

Now... I'm sure that sounds a bit familiar...

This idea of a character being dead-but-not struck a chord with me. It fascinated me to no end.

But there's more to it.

As one might expect, Leif has some tragedy surrounding him.

While playing the game, you can stumble upon his decedents.

This here is Muze. With a 'z'

This is Leif's great great however-many-greats grand-daughter, who you meet in the game's present day.

When he was alive, he had a wife.

His wife was Muse. With an 's'.

We never get to see what Muse looked like, but he says in-game that Muze is a spitting image of her. Hence why Akoya is dressed as she is in my pic. She's dressed as Muse.

Now, according to the developers, Muse was pregnant when Leif went into the cave where he died.

And he didn't know.

There are several moments in the game that show Leif's potential as a father, but one in particular stood out to me.

(Note for the images; Leif refers to himself as "We/Us".)

Oops, I forgot one. Vi finishes by shouting "I said it's not happening!"

The text in the last shot bounces/wiggles in-game, indicating playfulness or joking.

If you're familiar with Goombario and Goombella in the Paper Mario games, this dialogue is this game's version of that. You can have the main characters give flavor text on any area and most characters in the game. (And I recommend doing it often, as it adds SOOO much to the game! ^v^)

This bit takes place in the first room after Kabbu and Vi meet Leif. And at the end of the room, an event happens to change what's said for the rest of the game. Meaning, the only time you see it is RIGHT after they meet; He was getting playful with these two bugs he'd met only moments ago.

I'm sure it can just be seen as sarcasm, but having found this dialogue after learning about Leif missing out on raising a child, I saw it as a clue that he would've been a great dad. And it shattered me. ;w;

Randy and Akoya are wish-fulfillment. They're my version of Leif and Muse. They're my way of giving Leif and Muse what I'm sad they missed out on, while also keeping some of the angst, lol. Thankfully, they've evolved into their own separate characters that I feel I can be proud of, but Leif's story and tragedy still has a deep, well-protected place in my heart.

Anyway, thanks for checking out my ramble. I accept no blame for any potential spoiler you might've seen against your will. XD

[batsplat]

you might have already talked abt this but I’m interested if you have any thoughts on the similarities & differences in Casey & Valentino’s early childhoods and families……I don’t know much abt Casey’s upbringing & the little I know about Valentino’s all makes me go “huh ok I kinda get it now” lol. Idk like I found out Jorge’s whole deal w his dad and I was like “OH OK you make perfect sense to me now” but I’m not there yet w the other two, yk?

so okay,, I do have an ask from forever back about marc and valentino's childhoods that I got extremely stuck at answering, and also an ask about jorge's father that I haven't even touched because like. sometimes you just do not feel up for that lol. and well it's just an area where I do generally try and be quite careful in how I discuss it... BUT this is casey stoner hot take round™ so I will give a reasonably succinct answer to this and not overthink it too much. basically: yeah, I do have thoughts, because casey's childhood does undeniably do a lot of the work in the 'oh okay that makes sense now' department. a lot of his career narrative, his struggles, his disillusionment with the sport... and yes, the way the valentino rivalry unfolded - a lot of it can be traced back quite a long way, to grievances he's been carrying around with him for years and years. I talked in this post about that podcast interview casey did this year, which included... well, a bit of a reckoning. talking as openly as he ever has about how being a rider wasn't ever really his dream - it's something that was decided for him. and that's our starting point... casey's eternally ambivalent relationship with being a rider, one that feels so violently different from valentino's

the big, big contrast between casey and valentino's respective journeys is pretty simple to sum up: it's the joy. valentino was having fun. casey wasn't. now, look - valentino as a child very obviously did not have perfect autonomy in making the choice to be a rider. it's always going to be more complicated than that; his father did obviously push him in that direction. but at the end of the day, it's not too controversial to say that valentino always enjoyed riding and always had fun racing. it's a joy he carried with him on his way to becoming a rider, one that remained a part of his competitive dna throughout his professional career. it's a joy that kept him racing for as long as he did. a childlike joy, in a way - valentino's lack of 'adult' seriousness, how it's been remarked upon that this brutal sport has never quite managed to wear him down. his peter pan persona, how he's the boy who won't ever grow up. and, y'know... valentino had the chance to actually be a kid. he got to have something vaguely resembling a proper childhood. makes sense, right - if you want to be a kid forever, it helps to have been one in the first place

there's a quote of his from 2009 I posted recently:

which, in the context of that interview - this question refers back to an earlier exchange about how casey wasn't a 'romantic' rider (still think that's an objectively pretty funny thing to say about your rival but that's neither here nor there). and, well, valentino's correct! sports has become considerably more professionalised over time. children are less and less likely to be able to afford any sort of life outside of it. which isn't just about reducing passion, right - it's also about not really giving these kids the chance to properly grow up, to become more rounded human beings who don't have to be the perfect little athlete 100% of the time. it's also a correct diagnosis of casey specifically, who certainly could never afford to see racing as a game. I'd recommend reading this autobiography excerpt, where casey tells you exactly that: racing wasn't about having fun for casey. he'd moved to the uk with his parents at fourteen years of age, at which point he essentially became his family's sole provider. his family depended on him not failing - and every opportunity threatened to be his last, his racing future and financial situation always desperately precarious. he was constantly fearful all of his family's sacrifices might have been for nothing. it's immense pressure to put any teenager under, regardless of how much you want to convince them that it's their dream rather than your own. if casey wasn't already an overly self-critical perfectionist before those years, he certainly was by the time he made it to motogp. he couldn't afford to be anything less than perfect. remember: the shape his anxiety took was by making him curl up in his motorhome, terrified of letting everyone down. wonder where that came from

is it any surprise, then, that while valentino feels like kids today take racing too seriously, casey thinks they don't take it seriously enough?

The system has changed: when you put too much pressure on a 20-year-old, he can react by closing up and becoming serious and sad. // Nowadays I see too many kids coming through behaving too relaxed, and too happy with what they have achieved already. I don’t want them to be miserable but they have to understand what’s at stake.

doesn't this make you want to scream. a little

and, look, there are similarities between valentino and casey in ways that will be true of many child prodigy athletes. valentino has spoken about how his father would not do anything with him that didn't involve motorcycle racing, casey likewise has more recently in that podcast said he doesn't think he was allowed to pursue any other interest. we can talk plenty about how the parents of athletes like to use their children to fulfil their own dreams - how their child's athletic performance seems to become the only aspect of their child they have any interest in. how so much of that parental relationship becomes distorted by the ceaseless quest to achieve results. it's there in both of their stories... and obviously they are hardly unique in that respect. there's perhaps a little bit of a divide - to what extent kids are aware of this dynamic and are uncomfortable with it, especially publicly. both casey and valentino are united in being somewhat openly critical of their parents without being completely estranged from them. casey got his parents to move back to australia when he was arguing with his father too frequently as a young rider; valentino has seemingly kept his father at a bit of a distance for years. they've never cut themselves off entirely - but there's a certain undeniable wariness there. a lack of conviction that their parents acted as parents should that they've been willing to hint at publicly, here and there

Our communication is mostly about motorbikes. He wasn't a good father, I mean... When I was with him, playing always meant riding motorbikes for him. // To be honest, I don’t know if I was allowed to have any other attraction to be honest. I think it was, you know, you’re going to be a bike rider from when I was a very very young age - and I’m not the only one to think that.

still, it does come back to the joy of it all. casey justifies his belief that racing isn't fun by talking about how he'd always known how high the stakes were... whereas for valentino, fun is an integral part of the experience. it's what he's there for. and beyond the racing itself, valentino always found his life as a rider considerably more joyous than casey did. which leads us to the other difference between the pair of them: casey's loneliness. valentino has spoken frequently about the importance of his childhood friend group, about having them travel with him and ground him and be there with him throughout - people who knew him before he became the valentino rossi, people he feels that he can fully rely on. he grew up as part of a community and has a strong sense of identification with not just his country but also his town... he's got deep ties to his place of origin and the people who live there, built up over a lot of time, and he draws a lot of strength from that. by contrast, casey grew up moving around a fair bit, unhappy at school and the victim of bullying - his only real friends, he says, were from the dirt track, since they were the only people he 'had anything in common with'. even those friendships don't feel particularly substantial, especially given how often he frames his childhood racing experiences around the hostility of his competitors (and especially their parents) in response to his peerless talent. his parents eventually home schooled him, inevitably further isolating him. then, as a teenager, he moved to the uk where he knew nobody, before moving to spain where he didn't even speak the language. he continued to have a strong sense of connection to australia, fuelled at least in part by homesickness - but it's also a connection to a country he hadn't lived in since age fourteen, a sense of belonging that's fundamentally less stable, less comforting. one that exists primarily in contrasting himself to all the europeans he surrounds with, as a way of making sense of his feelings of cultural alienation - which in truth are sometimes just plain alienation. the paddock cannot function as a home for casey either, and he is unwilling or unable to form substantial connections in that environment. in 2009, ten odd years after moving away from australia, he said his only friend in the paddock was his wife

and yes, it plays into that rivalry - inevitably so. casey and valentino are both somewhat alien to each other, fundamentally unknowable... and it does come back to how at odds they were in their approaches, in how they motivated themselves. casey finds the europeans and their flamboyant celebrations baffling. valentino cannot relate to casey's lack of romantic affection for the sport. casey is there to do a job. valentino is there to put on a show. casey does not think racing should be about having fun. valentino believe the fun is non-negotiable. casey loves almost nothing about being a rider, whereas valentino loves almost all of it

another thing. when I was writing this post about the similarities between casey and valentino, one aspect I talked about was how they can both be.... uh. suspicious characters, shall we say. paranoid, some might call them. conspiratorial, even. now, again, to some extent they do share this with a lot of other athletes, it's kind of part of the game. but, y'know, they do take it quite far - and there's quite a pleasing parallel between the pair of them where they've both come up with a conspiracy theory about one of valentino's lost titles. which leads us to quite a nice distinction between these two theories. not to brag, but I kinda feel I nailed one of the most important elements of their dynamic:

now, look. I deliberately did not do this,, but obviously if you really wanted to, you can do some pop psychology on valentino's approach to interpersonal attachment and relate that back to his relationship with his parents. I am not interested in doing that for various reasons, most of which the cia would not get out of me, but I'm aware it's an approach you can take. in any case, I do still think you can make quite a straightforward case for this distinction: one of them believes the world is fundamentally out to get them, one of them doesn't. one of them is waiting for the system to fuck them over, the other is wary of individuals who have gotten a little too close. both of them at times are exceedingly ready to read malice into the words and actions of those around them - and both of them can react rather dramatically to such a provocation. the shape their suspicion takes is a little bit different and a little bit the same... but it's central to understanding both of them, in a way that does set them apart from their competitors. they're the two aliens who are the most likely to read an agenda into anything and everything. they're the ones who are most likely to take note of slights, to accumulate grievances. the most likely to not forget when they have been wronged - and to take great pleasure in getting back at whoever has done them ill

in the end, it all comes back to just what an excellent foil for casey you have in valentino. in all the ways casey defines himself against valentino, in all the ways valentino challenges casey, in all the ways casey's issues with the sport are inextricably interwoven with the character of valentino rossi. casey hates so much of the sport in ways that are tied so closely to valentino; he hates a system that invariably would like nothing more than to see valentino succeed. but valentino also represents what casey cannot be - not just an entertainer, but someone completely at ease with their life as a rider. someone who finds joy in that life, who did not step away from it until he absolutely had to. valentino is there long before casey arrives and he is there long after casey leaves. valentino is an idol, an enemy, a mystery. more so than any other rider, valentino embodies an emotion that casey believed he simply could not afford to feel. valentino is the sport's joy - and casey was never there to have fun

[zweetpea]

TBRAHE chapter 6 The Rising Star Toranosuke

K so this chapter is a lore dump kinda and also has a lot of Norse related names. Also references to a few of my upcoming genshin series because i have a problem obsessing over dragon boys and you guys are gonna have to deal with it.

“Ugh!” You groaned. “This is the worst!”

“My lady? Is everything okay?”

“Hm? Oh! Yes. Please come in Chisa.” You composed yourself at your desk. He walked in and smiled sympathetically.

“Well my lady you should be proud of yourself, it’s only been a month since you started working on abolishing the Zenin Act and already half of congress wishes to sign it.”

“Chisa, please call me (Y/n) we’re friends.”

“But-”

“How about I order you to. Then no one can say anything.”

“It’s highly improper.”

“Addie calls me by my name, and I call you by yours instead of… I don’t actually know your last name. I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me not to ask.”

“It’s fine, please just drop it… (Y/n).” He whispered your name as his cheeks flushed.

“You are too cute.” You giggled.

“Ahem! Back to the topic at hand I’m very surprised how fast you managed to overturn the law.

“It’s not overturned yet; but I do have to hand it to Satoru. He’s been the one going to meetings and getting signatures for this.”

“What will happen now that you have the signatures?”

“He and I will have to go to court and debate in front of Parliament.”

“Miss Addie talked a bit about Parliament. Why can’t you just overturn it yourself?”

“Because the other nobles have big egos and wouldn’t give up their power to make laws even if it was for the greater good. My husband a I have to stroke their egos to get shit done.” You sighed and stood up from your chair. “Chisa I need to get out of the house for a little while.”

“Oh okay. Where would you like to go? Have you eaten breakfast yet? Maybe you would like to have tea when we get back. My father sent me some Matcha tea but if you’d rather have some Kukichi tea we could go buy some while we’re out today. That’s my personal favorite, but it’s quite expensive.”

“Hm, I suppose that I should ask my husband. I, personally would like to try some Matcha though.” You two walked down the halls chatting and giggling. 

As you closed the distance between you and your husband’s office, you felt your body start to tense. ‘Is this weird? We aren’t really that close; but then again he has helped so much over the past month.’

Chisa knocked on the door snapping you out of your thoughts. “Your Majesty! The queen is here to see you.”

“COME IN!” He said hurriedly.

“Hello Satoru!” You smiled slightly as Chisa opened the door. “I wanted to thank you for your support and I wanted to see what tea you wanted. I was hoping to try Matcha but Chisa and I could pick something up on our outing today.”

“Chamomile.” He said plainly. Glaring slightly at Chisa. 

“Oh are you sure? Well, then what do you want for dinner? Were there any dishes that you had as a child that you wanted to try again? Maybe Tempura or Udon? We always have traditional food from my heritage. I had some rice balls when I was at Duke Geto’s estate a few weeks back. What were they called?”

“They’re called Onigiri, and I guess Donburi for dinner?”

“Okay.”

“Could we also have Kaiseki with our tea? Suguru’s staff served that a lot when we were younger.”

“Of course.”

“And would you mind if we had Amanatto with dinner? My mom would have the staff make me some when I was younger and feeling down.”

“If it makes you happy then I’ll make sure we have some. Thank you again for believing in me. Addie has been practically bouncing off the walls.” You smiled at the thought of your best friend.

Satoru’s face sunk in jealousy. ‘Why can that maid get you to smile so often when I can’t.’

Your face flattened into a professional stoic glance as you turned. “Well, if that’s everything Chisa and I will be going. How’s the new furniture, by the way?”

“Oh, it’s fine. It’s nice to not see him everywhere.”

“Did you decide what to do with the traitors yet?”

“What do you think I should do with them.”

“I don’t know. I wish things had been different.” You couldn’t face him as guilt twisted your heart. ‘I should have told him about Marissa earlier. I should tell him about my meeting with Toji. I shouldn’t have even gone to Toji. Satoru may have been a cold ass sometimes but before Marissa he’s never outwardly said anything mean to me. He’s respected my privacy.’ “Okay. Bye Satoru. I’ll see you at dinner.”

You and Chisa walked away closing the door behind you. You didn’t hear it but Chisa certainly did hear your husband mutter “I hate myself…” as you two strolled down the hallway.

As you two made your way into town square on pendragon you stopped at the park. “You go on ahead. I want to talk to a friend.”

“Are you sure your highness?”

“I’ll be fine. Come back in thirty minutes if you’re so worried.”

You rush towards the same bench from your last few visits to the park.

“Mr. Toranosuke! How are you?”

“Hello my dear! I’m doing quite well. Thank you for asking. How about you.”

“Eh, fine I guess. I took your advice from a few days ago and I tried to get closer with my husband through his culture, but that didn’t seem to work. And I feel bad because I’ve invaded his privacy and he’s never been all that nasty to me before the affair.”

“Please compose yourself, it could be worse. You mentioned that your husband has heritage from the eastern part of our country. Maybe you could try to look into the history between the two families.

“Would you happen to know anything about it?”

"I do actually. 205 years ago our kingdoms were divided the Kingdom of rising the sun in the east and the Kingdom of the midnight sun in the west. The east held the king Yamato Gojo while the west held the queen Saga Espeseth. The two kingdoms were at war with one another long before the two took power. Once the two leaders (more specifically the queen) saw the desolate state their kingdoms were becoming They agreed to put aside their differences and join forces to create a melting pot known as the Kingdom of the restless sun. Which eventually became the Kingdom of the Sun that we know today. Queen Saga and King Yamato were contractually obligated to work together but they never did, eventually the queen left to live a quiet life with her true love, a simple human man named Loki."

"Aw. that sounds so cute."

"Due to the Queens involvement, most structures in the capital as well as the main castle itself have a very traditional western style."

"But there's still some houses that have the old eastern style."

"Yes, but I feel that everyday we move more and more away from our roots. It was due to a balance of the two kingdoms that we exist here now, and we must have a balance once again to work through the  hardships and inequalities that we're facing today."

"It's hard to forgive him, though." You grimace. 

"Well, ask yourself this. Are you upset with him cheating, or is it another reason."

"He embarrassed me, very badly." You look away. 

"Do you think he meant to?"

"I don't think that he thought about me in the slightest."

"Do you feel entitled to his love?"

"No." You wilted up like a child being scolded, 

"Have you told him how painful it was for you when he embarrassed you?"

"Not really."

"Maybe you should, it would make things a lot easier."

"Yeah. How's your son been?" You ask desperately trying to change the subject. 

"I've been sending him some food to remind him of home while he's working full time. I'm proud to see him getting so far in his job."

The two of you talked about his son for the remainder of your time their. After that you went back to where you left Chisa and he saddled you back onto Pendragon and rode off farther into town.

Down in the town square you saw your father strolling about with some guards at his side.

“Dad! Daddy!” You ran up to him, and jumped into his arms.

“Oh my beautiful little girl.” He hugged you back. “I heard the news, I’m so proud of you.”

"Thanks dad."

"Sweetheart can we go back to my estate to talk."

"Of course." You said worriedly.

You went with your father back to the house you grew up in. Everything was the exact same. The walls hadn't dimmed from the mahogany color they once were and the floors were black with tin emerald green carpets to warm the home. Your old room was untouched. practically perfect in a nostalgic way. Soft pink carpets, white satin canopy with off white sheets. and pink comforters. Soft, fluffy chairs and a matching loveseat.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

"Please don't go to the congressional meeting."

"What?"

"Gojo is strong. He can deal with it."

"He doesn't have the heart. Besides I put the bill forth I have to be the one to go, you know that."

"Please. I'm begging, I will get on my hands and knees. Do not go."

"Why don't you want me to go? Don't you want me to fight? Mom was a non-sorcerer, and so was Lola! Do they mean Nothing to you now?"

"(Y/n) stop it! You don't know what you're saying!"

"I still love them, why don't you anymore!"

"I do but I can't afford to lose you too."

...

"What do you mean?"

"..."

"Dad, tell me what's going on." You plead desperatly, yet just barely above a whisper. 

"Do you know a man by the name of Vidar. He's a viscount, under the thumb of marquis Naoya and was formerly under his father Naobito's thumb." He explained. 

"So? Your an Arch Duke." Your voice wavered. 

"Vidar poisoned both of my wives and my baby Nevaeh, simply because they had no cursed energy." his voice cracked a bit; it was clear that he was trying to hold it together for your sake. 

"What? But I thought you said that Lola and Nevaeh were killed in childbirth." Your voice was wavering and on the verge of breaking. 

"You were 15. Addison had barely turned 14. I knew that you would've gotten yourself into a world of trouble if you found out." He tried to justify. Whether it was to you or to himself you didn't know. 

"That's why you wanted me to be queen. So that I could make them pay." You realized, pain dripping in your voice like venom from a snake. 

"I abandoned that idea when the former king decided to marry you to his son. Alone your decision would be final, but married..."

"I'd have to go through my husband."

"I never wanted to hurt you. I know how much you loved them. When I found out I wanted to rip his head off."

"Yeah? Well now I'm gonna rip his, Naobito's and Naoya's heads clean off their bodies."

"NO!"

"Satoru will understand."

"I firmly believe that he won't. After that vulgar display at your anniversary party I couldn't take any chances. They might've come after her and then he might've blamed you or... or worse they might've tried to hurt you themselves." He started to panic. "That's why I knew I had to assign you a bodyguard. I haven't had a soldier better than Chisa Toranosuke. He's... he's like a rising star. Bright and full of potential."

"Toranosuke?"

"Yes, why?"

"Do you know anything about his father?"

"Ryo Toranosuke. He doesn't speak with his father much anymore. The two had a falling out after his father voiced his worries over Chisa's carrier choice."

"Understandable, soldiers don't last long."

"Rumor has it he knocked the great king Gojo unconscious."

"Rumors true... and it's my fault."

"I know, I heard about that too."

"Is Ryo proud at least?"

Your father smiled. "He couldn't be prouder."

"Did he know who I was the entire time."

"I described you in explicit detail, and I believe Chisa did as well once him and his fathr started to talk again. Slowly but surely they're mending their bond."

"(Y/n)! My lady! You didn't tell me you had I'm not a damsel in distress!"

"What?"

"Sorry, I was looking through your home library and saw that you had my favorite book series growing up. Bride Of The Dragon, The Earth Dragon's Willing Lover, My Crazy Dragon Boy. I love a strong female protagonist."

"You can have them if you want. I don't think dad's ever read them and I don't have much time to read for fun nowadays so they're all yours if you want them."

"Thank you thank you thank you so much." he hugged you and spun you around.

"Maybe we should grab a snack and head home. I pretty sure I forgot to put in Satoru's dinner request."

"Have a good day sir." Chisa bowed before he left.

"Bye dad, I love you." you said as you embraced your father one more time. 

"Bye sweetheart, I love you more."

[mkuliatruther]

Whats your least favourite ship and why?

man the last thing i wanna do i spread ship hate buuuuut if you insist...... and my answer should be obvious coming from a mkulia shipper.....

i do NOT like juliayne. at all. i can see where people are coming from in S1, but when i watched it the first time that possibility kind of flew over my head. even in rewatching the first season again, i don't see it unless you clean your glasses and squint your eyes. wayne says his team has a bunch of hotties (that can refer to nichelle, julia, and emma iirc), wayne tells julia she's looking 'pretty good today', and he calls her jules. that's all i can think of from the top of my head

i will admit, i've decided to have an open eye and take a glance at the juliayne tag for once and i think wayne's attraction to julia is very cute. i'm not exactly sure if it's plausible, considering the fact that in S2 julia's willingness to cheat in the game and that doesn't ride with wayne at all. however the thought of wayne crushing on literally anyone i like a lot. honestly i think i like any one-sided wayne ship.

big keyword here: one-sided. i cannot understand how in any sense julia would like wayne. she barely knew his name in S1 and addressed him as 'one of the hockey guys', and in S2 she was clearly annoyed and fed up with being partners w/ wayne + did not hesitate to hurt him if it meant winning. and yes, julia did the exact same thing with mk, she didn't hesitate to stab her in the back if it meant getting further but she felt SO guilty. and she didn't even lay a finger on MK, i could only imagine how she would felt if she had to hurt MK in anyway at all.

julia getting all mushy and soft for wayne out of all people is... i can't exactly point out why, but i just cannot take it seriously in any capacity. sure i go "aw, she's falling for a himbo how silly and cute!" but it doesn't feel like i'm looking at julia when i'm looking at juliayne. it just feels like i'm looking at Some Girl crushing on Some Guy. it is a fun dynamic to work with though, but it's a dynamic i don't particularly enjoy. i'm not a fan of evil girl x himbo. i will say, if julia was truly the warrior moon goddess she was in S1, then perhaps i would've liked juliayne just a tiny bit more.

at the end of the day you could shrug and just say that julia has a plain crush on him with no further explanation and that's fine. that's the whole deal with shipping anyways. you can like two characters together just cause and that's fine, but juliayne is personally not for me.

also small note i headcanon julia as lesbian so any julia x guy is a big no-no for me. with juliayne it's a weird relationship since it's the only popular het julia ship and i wanted to bite the bullet + be more open to the idea of it since it was getting to a point where the pairing genuinely made me uncomfy :')

[thatonetwig]

Love your work! Also, I'm a bit of a fan of Hood x Void, and the ship name you gave for them is very cool! Speaking of, what do you think would happen if Hood encountered Void's A.C. form for the first time?

Perfect time to share one of my excerpts!

...

Hood slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion while still feeling disoriented.

"What...happened?", he questioned himself.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw Void floating above the arena with purple sparks forming at his feet. Hood stood up, and he realized that Void was now a darker shade of purple than he usually was.

"Void?! Void! Are you okay?! What happened?!", he called out to him.

Void turned around and saw Hood down below.

"Heh...took you long enough to wake up. Just in time to witness the destruction of the universe...", he said in a voice deeper than Void's own.

The realization struck Hood like a meteorite; he wasn't talking to Void. Rather, something entirely different speaking through his body like a parasite.

"Y-you! Who do you think you are?! W-what have you done with Void?!", Hood demanded angrily.

"Oh you simple-minded organism...haha...", the entity laughed.

"You can refer to me as...A.C. And to put it simply, he's gone. Void is gone."

Hood's anger immediately shifted into fear and an overwhelming sense of despair when he heard those words.

"W-what d-do you m-mean...?", he questioned shakily.

"Well, I was something about him that he didn't tell you about. He was scared; scared of you leaving him for what he truly was beneath the surface...honestly so pathetic...", A.C. said in a taunting manner that felt like a knife being plunged directly into Hood's heart.

"H-he...d-didn't tell me...b-because he was scared...?", Hood asked, sounding like he was about to cry any moment now.

"You heard me correctly. Anyway, before everything else is reduced to nothing, I wanted to strike a deal with you.", A.C. said in a casual manner.

Hood raised his head in shock as he stared up at the entity once again.

"A...deal?"

"Yeah. Imma be honest, in spite of the many times I cringed at you two, it did give me a good laugh from time to time.", A.C. replied.

"So, as a bit of a thank you, I'll spare you from the destruction of this universe as we know it if you don't get in my way. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Hood lowered his head in despair as his voice trembled heavily.

"Y-ye-"

Suddenly, Hood caught himself mid-sentence and felt something awaken within him. It was a feeling that he had never experienced this intensely before; determination. But it wasn't the kind that urged him to run away from danger. No. it was the kind that urged him to fight against it in-spite of his own capabilities. Feeling this, he raised his head once again and looked the entity directly in the eyes.

"No! We don't have a deal! I know Void is still in there somewhere! You think I'll just let you get away with this after all you've done?! You sure as hell won't so long as I'm here! You ain't destroying the universe! Not now, not ever!", Hood shouted in pure determination as he got into a fighting stance.

"Ha...", A.C. chuckled.

"You know, they really were right when they said that love makes you blind to even the biggest of red flags...gotta laugh at the stupidity, really.", A.C. said as the sparks at his feet grew in intensity.

"No matter...you're just another speck in the universe at the end of the day that will be squashed like a bug under my shoe. You ready?", A.C. asked.

Hood didn't back down and nodded his head and taunted the entity with his fists.

"Hehe...should've run away when you had the chance."

[animasola86]

Didn’t know where to message on your OG page as there’s no “ask button” so hope it’s okay to message here! S2 of Infatuated…OMG. Also I’m not sure if I just misread the first S1 but I did notttttt know all that happened within a span of 48 hours - crazy!!! Makes so much sense as I always wondered what D would do when she got her period (would be interesting to read more about that in a further chapter) and how she was maintaining her body in “captivity”. Also - Abandoned!!! Woah!!! Is that a standalone piece or is that about Sir? Not sure if I misread it, but the part where it mentions him at the end of Chapter 1 had me SHOOK. So much darker than I thought.

MISSING Innocence Lost too, you left it on such an insane part I really hope you can come back to it one day. Such good story world built w that one!!!

Thank you for this enthusiastic ask! <3

I disabled anon asks on @animasolaoriginal - didn't know that made the ask button disappear completely? Anyway, doesn't really matter, this is my main blog, so it's perfectly fine to write me here, thank you for taking the time to do so :)

OMG indeed haha. Yes, it really all happens in a span of 48 hours, and S2 of INFATUATED will again play over the course of two days. It's high fantasy at this point, isn't it? With how much they do? XD There will be a time skip before S3 though, but not too long, so I still have to face potential period episodes or more details on how she's handling it all. (Not sure I'll implement it into the story, but I'm thinking about writing little oneshots about Sir and Darling at one point, dealing with normal life things.)

Glad you're enjoying ABANDONED too <3 It is technically a spin-off, but also a standalone piece because it's not about Sir and Darling, BUT it does reference Sir, you did not misread. It's the same guy as in INFATUATED, and the girl was one of his former subs, before Darling came along. I mentioned it very briefly in the notes before chapter 1 :)

It is darker, but I was also trying to implement more fluff and normal consensual sex, a little detour from the Dom/sub stuff of the main story. (Though, as it's written from the POV of a very normal dude, Sir will be portrayed as the villain, which, objectively, he is, of course, but ABANDONED is kind of a prequel, so Sir is already experiencing changes in INFATUATED.)

Trust me, I miss INNOCENCE LOST as well, I do think about Ben and Nebbia every day. I did leave it at a strange part, right on the edge of them finally getting closer for real, but that is the thing: the slow burn is finally at that point where they'll get intimate, and I don't want to screw that up, it's supposed to still be slow and cute and fluffy, and with INFATUATED still on my mind, it's hard not to drift into the harder smut stuff, you know? XD

Also yes, it is a more elaborate world I'm working with, not just a room and a bed and two people doing it, but real plot and all the things around it, so that makes it harder to get back into, in a way. Excuses, I know, but yeah...

I hope I will get into the mood to continue their story soon, I really do. It's not an abandoned story, just resting for now, it'll come back, one day.

Thank you again for your ask and your interest in my stories! I really appreciate it, and it's so much fun yapping about my own works like this! Thank you for allowing me to do that :D

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e19 funeralia (w. steve yockey)

this angle makes her look tinier than usual, just put her in my pocket

CASTIEL We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the Archangel Michael. Now, he's in an alternate universe so-- ROWENA Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn’t he? Hello tweety pie. CASTIEL Um, hello.

well that made me laugh, how awkward he got. also thanks for the plot quick reference, because with all the stuff included in the recap i get confused. too much stuff i don't care about makes brain go zzz

SAM Rowena, are you at a... party or something? ROWENA I am, but I’m surprised you recognise the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play

literally. i know i know, but like we've spent so many hours with them lol and no fun!

CASTIEL You know, she’s right. You never go to parties.

LOL well we're on the same page

(this from the recap, i don't remember this at all!)

rowena setting someone on fire magically in full view of a crowd is a choice

CASTIEL Yes. Yeah. This would be something of a Hail Mary. DEAN Hmm. CASTIEL It’s a sports term, like slam dunk or, uh... ball handler. DEAN That’s, uh… Mnh-mnh. No, I don’t think it's a good idea.

ok, but ball handler is a sports term that you could use without it having any double entendre 😞 (obviously can too but) weird choice.

CASTIEL Well, Dean, we don’t have any good ideas. DEAN Okay, just... let’s just not barrel through with that like, uh, you know, like the Donatello thing. CASTIEL We had our disagreement, but we got results. DEAN That don’t make it okay. CASTIEL I hear your concerns, and yes, the angels loathe me, and there’s going to be dangers, but Heaven doesn’t want the world to end any more than we do.

appreciate the reminder that they had a disagreement and donatello's brain got zapped by cas because i definitely forgot.

SAM We don’t know what this is yet. Maybe she had a reason to-- DEAN Doesn’t matter what the reason is. That’s not okay! SAM Okay, I said if Rowena goes bad again I’d deal with it, so I’ll deal with it. DEAN You better. Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again.

i mean, in their world there could definitely be a good reason, just wouldn't necessarily expect rowena to have one. dean's being kind of an ass to everyone. though i suppose he did have that little tantrum at the end of the last episode so, ~continuity~

LOL was that a heavenly brownout? mid-series heavenly politics was a guaranteed blanking out on my part but like. i just haven't really cared about the main plot in so long it's all getting kind of blanked out unless it's sam and dean specific

DEAN Yeah, she’s a reaper. She tried to take me into the light. Didn’t work out. JESSICA It really didn’t. And honestly it’s been a little sad watching you go this long without telling Sam about me. SAM Hold on a second. What do you mean "watching?"

obviously the watching is the big creeper factor but also i guess was a little surprised we didn't get a reaction to the dean didn't tell sam something bit

JESSICA Well, after Dean’s little trip to the Veil, Death asked me to keep an eye on you two, in case. DEAN In case of what? JESSICA This, I guess. I don’t ask Death questions. Never goes well. SAM So what, you-- you’ve just been... hovering around us, invisible, like a-- like a baby sitter? JESSICA No, no more like a baby monitor.

or stalker

SAM And-- and you’ve seen, um... JESSICA Oh, everything. DEAN You mean, like, everything everything? JESSICA I’m especially fond of Sam’s impressive… extensive array of hair products. [looks at Dean] Not to mention, the three day old bacon cheeseburger in your room, or the VHS tape hidden under your bed labeled "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Ple--"

like teehee gonna allude to a sam has a big dick joke, and out dean's specific kinky porn preference (which didn't we just have this tentacle conversation) - where. i know, this isn't real life, it's some whatever the fuck a reaper is (i thought they were a type of angel but then i feel like a recent episode they said they weren't) and maybe if it's cas who just still seems mostly mystified by humans despite being one for a hot minute, it wouldn't be as creepy. but she's talking like she clearly understands why what she's saying is a huge invasion of privacy and upsetting. and okay she's not on their side, maybe she is tired of being the baby monitor for the dumb humans. but as someone myself who's been monitored against my will in what should be private spaces, that really doesn't sit well with me. i get it's just supposed to be a joke, but no thanks. sigh

JESSICA If just one person dies before their time, a lot of things that were supposed to happen, don’t. The ripple effect from just one early death can affect hundreds of lives. And changing their fates changes even more fates until things just become sincerely unfortunate, and we have to hit the reset button. SAM What does that mean? JESSICA Usually? A mass kill off. Like the Black Plague or a mid-sized war. Something to wipe the board clean. So… your help in avoiding that would be greatly appreciated, by everyone.

sure. combined with the world-destroying-aspirations of au!michael, whatever the fuck is going on with heaven having too few angels, lucifer doing who the fuck can remember, needing to rescue everyone in the au, we also need to do something or ELSE plague/war/extinction event. exhausted

and the reunion tour continues.... fucking naomi, great. why not

CASTIEL No, no we didn’t, because you stole my memories, and you threatened to "tear me apart," and you made me repeatedly act out Dean Winchester’s murder, and you killed many, many people.

let's hear it for not forgetting/immediately forgiving someone's awful deeds

NAOMI That's right. We're all... Every angel is like a walking, talking battery. [the lights fluctuate again] And that is what happens when we run out of power.

ok. before it was the human souls that were batteries, back in ye olde s6 (i even included morpheus and the coppertop in a recap)

NAOMI Well, then, let me make it divinely simple for you. There are a grand total of nine angels in Heaven, present company included, and one or two on Earth, and... that's all. We are the last men and women and divine waves of light still standing, as it were.

excuse me WHAT. NINE??? listen, ok. you know i have zero religious experience, i've never been to church. however, this song by johnny cash, when the man comes around (a banger, truly) i know it took from the bible and (via wikipedia):

The chorus indicates that these events will be accompanied by trumpets (as in Revelation 8, 9, 11), pipers (Rev. 18:22), and "one hundred million angels singing". The voice of the Lord in Revelation is often likened to the sound of a loud trumpet (Revelation 1:10; 4:1; and 8:13). Revelation 5:11 states that John saw that there are millions of angels in Heaven.

so i'm like, this is my knowledge of just how many angels there are 😂 and we're down to NINE!!!

NAOMI Without him, in time we’ll burn out. Heaven will crumble, and all the souls that have been entrusted to our care will fall back to earth. Picture it, Castiel-- billions upon billions of ghosts unleashed upon the world. All that chaos, all that death.

🙄add it to the list of impending catastrophies ✅ (they need some soul to angel battery converter)

rowena is trying to get crowley back....? hokay

DEAN Where the hell is my brother?!

never gets old

SAM No. Rowena. I know what you went through and I know how much you lost and I realize how much you want your family back. But don’t do this. This... this... This is not you. Not any more. ROWENA What happened to me, those were my choices. But Fergus never… It wasn’t fair.

what.

BILLIE You were never going to kill him. There was a time you would've, but not now. I can see that. ROWENA I don’t know what I’m doing

BILLIE Sometimes life is unfair, and sometimes we lose things. And sometimes we make mistakes. And some of these things can never be fixed, no matter how powerful you become. Some things just are, and everyone has to live with that.

what? we're supposed to buy this sudden personality 180?

ROWENA I fought Death and lost. I feel tired. Weaker. I don’t know if it’s forever. Sam, what have I done? SAM You had a chance to kill me and you didn’t. I’d call that progress. DEAN I’d call that a miracle. [Dean and Rowena exchange looks] SAM You know, what happened with Crowley? That wasn’t your fault. ROWENA He never had a chance. DEAN He made his choices, just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that were trying to make up for. Every one of us. SAM Even without all that extra juice, you’re still the deadliest witch around. ROWENA Flatterer. SAM Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help. To save our family. To… hell, to save the world. DEAN You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step. ROWENA And do you think I still can be? DEAN Yeah, I do.

i mean. who cares about character development, let's just slam through this redemption and reconciliation arc in a big showdown in one episode? unless there's some long game, this is just. hard to swallow

[fridaythe13ththeseries]

Reflecting - Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The quill pen lay on the desk looking like it did the day Lewis had first placed his curse on all the items in the antique store. No matter which charm, incantation, spell or invocation Jack and Rashid had worked over it, on it and with it, the curse remained. The quill was as indestructible as ever.

Jack slammed shut the old book they had been reading from. “It’s pointless. There isn’t any counter-spell to remove a curse like this. Lewis paid for it with his very soul, and that is one thing we cannot change. I fear these objects will stay cursed until, well, until forever.”

Rashid nodded slowly, finally having to concede Jack’s point. It was too strong a pact. Hell, it was a pact made with Satan himself, and there was just no getting around that, no fine print to pull out and say “Aha! Gotcha!” It was a done deal.

Micki had been watching the two of them for hours, getting coffee when they needed it, or books they wanted to refer to. She waited on the customers who came into the shop, as well. But mostly she just hovered, hoping, with each book and each spell, they would find the one that worked.

“Well, what are we going to do, Jack?” she asked, trying to remain calm. “We don’t really have a lot of options here.”

“I know, Micki, I know.” Jack said, rubbing his forehead with both hands. He was tired, but he couldn’t just go to bed when Ryan and his mother were depending on them, relying on their help to save them from whoever this people were who had kidnapped them and demanded such a strange ransom.

“Micki, I am afraid Jack is correct.” Rashid spoke, before Micki could say more. “The curse invoked by your uncle is unbreakable. It will be here until the end of all there is.”

“Wow.” Johnny said now from his seat further away from the rest of them. “That is one heck of a long time.”

Micki threw him one of her disapproving looks, and Johnny took the smile off his face.

“Well, we can’t give up. We have to think of something.” she said, picking up one of the books Jack and Rashid had been through already.

“Oh, I have no intention of giving up, Micki.” Jack answered, standing up and stretching now. “We just have to come up with a plan to get Ryan and his mother free from these people, without anyone being harmed.”

“And get the manifest, Jack.” Johnny added. “We really need to try and get that back, too.”

“Yes, Johnny.” Jack replied. “We can try, at least. You are right, the manifest is very important. There are still so many antiques out there, and without that book, we are going to have to rely on blind luck. And frankly, that idea does not appeal to me.”

Jack picked up the quill pen and walked over to Johnny. “Can you put this where it belongs, please? Safe and sound back in the vault.”

Johnny nodded and took the pen from Jack, but stood there holding it, looking at it.

“Jack.” Micki said. “Do you have any ideas as to how to go about all this, without having the information this person wants?”

Jack looked at her and rubbed his salt-and-pepper bearded chin, one of his classic ‘thinking’ poses. He raised a finger and said, “Ah, I think I have an idea. Remember when we were just looking for the stolen manifest? We were working on locating spells, to try and pinpoint where it had been taken to. Pretty hard when you are just looking for some inanimate object.”

Rashid looked at Jack and smiled. “My old friend, I think I know where you are heading with this idea. The book was just a book. But…”

Jack cut him off. “But Ryan is a living, breathing human being. And not only do we have pictures of him, we also have items he touched and owned. Much better tools to work a locating spell with, am I right?” Jack was beaming at his brainstorm.

“Very good, Jack.” Rashid said, nodding, his red fez hat still perched askew on his head. “The spell should work very easily indeed.”

The two older men began clearing the desk of the many books, papers and scrolls they had been studying.

“Jack, I had a thought.” It was Johnny, still standing holding the quill pen Jack had asked him to put away. “What if… What if we used something in the vault to try and find where Ryan was?”

Jack’s face went pale, and he was sure Rashid made a gasping sound. But it was Micki who spoke up first.

“Out of the question!” she snapped, walking closer to Johnny. “We are not going to use any of those damned items, ever. Did you learn nothing from using the amulet? Or from that horrible coin of Ziocles?” Micki crossed her arms over her chest at the memory of the coin. It had been one of the worst items they had ever dealt with. If it wasn’t for the quick thinking of Ryan and Jack, she would have been one of the coin’s many victims.

“Look, I just meant…” Johnny began, but the looks on the faces of the three before him stopped him from finishing his sentence. “Fine. Never mind, forget I said anything.” He turned away from them and headed down the basement stairs.

Micki still stood with her arms tight across her chest.

“Micki, he means well.” Jack said, placing his hand on her shoulder. “He’s just trying to help.”

She turned and looked at Jack. “I know, I know. But really, Jack. Use one of the cursed items? No way.”

“No, I agree. They aren’t an option.” Jack nodded. “Just remember, Johnny wants to help. He doesn’t have to be here, but he’s here. And that counts for a lot.”

She smiled. “Yeah, I know. But I’m worried about him, Jack. I think this place is starting to get to him. After Ryan and his mom are back safe and sound, I think we need to sit down with Johnny and have a serious talk. If he wants to leave, to stop helping us find the antiques, then maybe it’s time for us to let him go.”

Jack only answered her with a little nod. Truthfully, the thought of doing all this with just himself and Micki was a daunting prospect. Johnny, however rash and impatient, was a big help to them. But he couldn’t dwell on all that now.

“Micki.” he said, sitting down in the desk chair. “We are going to need a picture of Ryan and something he owned, something personal.”

Micki thought for a second, then smiled. “I have a picture of him in my room, and one of the drawings he did. Can’t get more personal that his own art, right?” She turned and went up the steps to the second floor.

Jack and Rashid busied themselves with preparing their workspace on the desk, getting ready to work a spell they knew would be a success.

Johnny, having stopped halfway up the basement stairs to listen to his friends talk about him, came up the rest of the way and approached the two men. “How can I help?” he asked, determined to prove himself to them, once and for all.

[perenlop]

got to the autism scale bit. the context is that shes raging about his reaction to chimera falin which apparently makes him a “sociopath” and a monster. she doesnt even mention autism til after the scale, she doesnt mention what the scale is for (she puts her own oc on it???)

im gonna do her autism takes as a lightning round

-“autism doesnt take over your life so much that it makes you incapable of taking a serious situation seriously” first of all great writing there, second of all yes it can??????

-this reeks of internalized ableism all around

-“you get cranky when someone tells you infodumping is rude :/” good lord this is just ableism. its not internalized or implied its just straight up ableist. oh but she prefaced this with “oh are you an autistic person who infodumps at funerals?” so she can defend that with “SO YOU THINK INFODUMPING AT FUNERALS IS OK?????” so smart. also nice strawman that is definitely real and related to your point in every way.

-this is basically just “well if laios IS autistic then hes a BAD autistic who makes me uncomfortable bc hes visibly autistic in a way i dont like!!!”

-she talks like laios is a real person who murdered her family by infodumping about monsters for too long

-“autistic people arent so ignorant that they cant tell when something is supposed to be taken seriously” you. you mean like. missing a social cue? one of the most common symptoms of autism???!

-she’s doing autism pick me bullshit. wow you dont miss social cues. wow you pay attention all the time (not really but whatever). wow you dont infodump. wow autistic people who do all those things piss you off and make you uncomfortable. should we give you a reward? should we call autism speaks.

-she just referenced her incest ocs as like a better example that laios should stick too?????????????? is she literally getting pissed hes not having sex with falin? is this real? is she actually saying this?

edit: oh i forgot to include this, i liveblogged this in two spaces. i was confused why she wasnt mentioning toshiro bc thats a good example of ppl actually being weird and inappropriate abt his autism coding and using it to be racist and rude to another character, but she did mention that argument….. in a very very shallow way where she doesnt even name him, literally calls him “this guy” (no relation to falin or anything), doesnt explain his deal beyond “calls laios out on his bullshit” and claims laios is only in the wrong bc he says he eats proper meals unlike toshiro (which isnt relevant to her point and is in reference to toshiro being malnourished and the latter being rude abt him eating monster) not bc laios overstepped and also insulted toshiro’s manners. though ig she’d call that a “rare laios w” or something because thats laios picking at toshiros culture in anger. also she doesnt mention how it was a small thing that boiled and boiled til a stressful situation where it exploded and its not reflective of how the characters will act going forward

against my better judgement im watching a reupload of the lily dunmeshi vid and seeing how she starts off her vid ranting abt how much she hates her own fanbase again really reminded me how like. ngl i feel like watching her vids contributed a lot to my mental health issues as a teen lmao

[storiesforallfandoms]

stop disrespecting my partner ~  pete davidson

word count: 1897

request?: yes!

“Can you write a genderfluid fic she/they where Pete Davidson and his friends comfort the reader after the media constantly misgenders them? Also can you have it end with Pete and the reader going back home and cuddling.”

description: it’s not hard to respect someone’s pronouns, but it seems like the media has a hard time doing it for his partner, which greatly pisses him off

pairing: pete davidson x genderfluid!reader

warnings: swearing, misgendering

masterlist (one, two)

It’s not that hard to respect someone’s pronouns and gender. It’s not hard to fact check before you publish an article, just to make sure you’re using the right pronouns and not disrespecting someone. A quick Google search, it would take all of maybe ten minutes.

But I guess whoever writes these tabloid articles don’t have the time for a quick Google search, no matter how many times I’ve publicly stated that my pronouns are she/they and that I’m genderfluid.

The first time it happened was after Pete and I were spotted out together for the first time. A paparazzi saw us out on a date and took some pictures, which ended up all over the Internet mere seconds later. The original site that posted them had titled their article, “Pete Davidson spotted with new girlfriend! Check out their adorable breakfast date here!”. Somehow, within that short amount of time, the website had been able to find out my name and spread it throughout the article alongside words such as “she”, “her”, and “girlfriend”.

Pete and I weren’t upset. We figured we’d be going public about our relationship soon enough. I took to my Twitter, which had blown up since the pictures and articles were posted, to share one of the articles and added, “Just a heads up for future journalists, I’m genderfluid and go by she/they. Pete refers to me as his “partner”, not girlfriend. Flattered by the sudden popularity though :)”.

I figured that would set things straight. Of course I didn’t care when people called me “she” or “her”, but I did want to encourage anyone and everyone to also call me “they” and “them”, and preferred to correct the title Pete used for me.

Fast forward a few months and another article was published about Pete and I. This one was after Pete had mentioned me in his most recent interview, where he (in the words of the article’s author) gushed about our relationship and how happy he was to be with me. I would’ve been excited for the article, maybe I would’ve even felt a little excited and fuzzy, if it wasn’t for the headline.

“Pete Davidson gushes about girlfriend, (Y/N), during his appearance on The Late Show”.

The word stared back at me, yet another challenge by another ignorant journalist.

“Girlfriend”.

It was funny cause the quote they used in the article from Pete directly referred to me as “my partner”, and even the host of the talk show had referred to me as such. It was just an intentional misgendering for no reason, just like the rest of the articles written about us.

It was becoming hard to ever go online. Every time something was posted about me, I’d have to see yet another post that included me being misgendered, which just fueled the fire of those who liked to hate on me just because I was dating Pete. It was getting to be mentally draining and I really just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.

Acting on impulse after seeing that article, I deleted all my social media accounts without a second thought. I threw my phone onto the bed next to me and decided to get lost in a new series on Netflix in order to keep my mind off of everything.

I was three episodes deep when my phone rang. I was so invested that I didn’t even look at my caller ID as I answered. “Hello?”

“Hey,” came Pete’s voice.

I smiled to myself and paused the show. “Hey babe. How’s it going?”

“Oh you know, same shit, different day. Got another talk show tonight.”

“Guess I’m staying up all night to watch it again.”

He chuckled. “Listen, it’s probably not a big deal or anything, but why did you delete your social media?”

I cringed to myself. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice since he wasn’t on social media either, but someone must’ve told him. Or it was all over the celebrity news already that I had deleted my accounts.

“I figured I’d distance myself from social media for a while. For my mental health,” I explained. “The same way you did.”

“For the same reason I did?”

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “Maybe.”

“Honey, you don’t have to tell me, but you do know I’m here for you no matter what, right?”

“I know you are.” I laid back on the couch and sighed again, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m just tired of seeing people misgender me. The tabloids do it all the time whenever they write about me, and it’s just encouraging people who don’t like me to purposely do it knowing I’ll see it. I’m just over it. I want to get as far away from that shit as I possibly can.”

Pete was quiet for a minute. I wished I could be with him to see what his reaction was. I knew he was very protective over me, especially on this topic, but I didn’t want him getting too upset on my behalf. This was my shit, I should be the one to deal with it.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he finally said.

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault. People are just ignorant and shitty. There’s not much I can do besides ignoring it, which is why I deleted social media.”

There was a voice on the other end before Pete said, “Sorry babe, I gotta go get ready for the interview. Are you gonna watch?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I’ll watch.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have even asked.” I could hear the smile on his face and couldn’t help but smile back. “I love you. Call you tomorrow.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~~

I was half asleep when the alarm I set to remind me about Pete’s interview went off, startling me back to consciousness. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and switched to the channel that was playing the talk show. Pete wouldn’t be on it for a while, so I took this as my opportunity to get a glass of water and a snack while the intro stuff played.

When he finally came out, he was all smiles and waving to the cheering audience. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a blazer over it; classic Pete fashion, but he still looked adorable none the less.

He sat down across from the host, who thanked him for being on the show.

“Thanks for having me, man,” Pete responded.

They went on to talk about Pete’s newest project, showing a clip from the movie before going on to talk about it for a while. He talked about SNL and how he was excited to get back to working on that, even though he was equally as excited to be working on his own solo projects. The crowd cheered when he teased a potential new stand up special, which was totally in the works but he couldn’t talk about it yet.

“I won’t spend half the set joking about my ex-fiancée this time,” he joked. “I’m actually in a happy, long lasting relationship.”

“Good for you, man. You seem really happy with (Y/N),” the host said.

“I am,” Pete said with a wide smile. The smile slowly fell, however, as he added, “But I’m not too happy with the people who write about them, or us.”

The host’s eyebrows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

Pete sighed and shifted in his seat. “Well you see, before I came out here, it was brought to my attention that an article was written about me from the last late night show I was on when I talked about (Y/N), and the author of that article decided to misgender (Y/N), and to seemingly use the wrong terminology about them on purpose.”

I had my glass of water half raised to my lips and froze at the mention of me. I put my glass down and moved to sit at the very edge of my seat, my eyes glued to the screen as if I were watching the most important thing in my entire life.

“I’ve talked about it before, and they have too on their Twitter, but (Y/N) is genderfluid,” Pete explained. “Usually goes by she/they pronouns, which means that when talking about them you can use “she” and “her”, but sometimes they prefer “they” and “them”, which is what I usually call them. And they prefer the term “partner” over “girlfriend”, so I call them my partner.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” the host said, gesturing for Pete to continue.

“In the time that the two of us have been together, every time there’s an article written or paparazzi photos taken, they misgender (Y/N). They use she/her pronouns and they constantly call her my girlfriend, despite the times both of us have spoken out about it. And now it’s gotten so bad that (Y/N) deleted their social media accounts today because it was getting to them mentally. So, I just wanna say, here on national TV, that anyone who thinks it’s okay to purposely misgender my partner and not respect their wishes is disrespectful as hell and an absolute asshole, and I hope you lose your jobs because if you can’t even respect someone’s pronouns you don’t deserve to have a writing job.”

The crowd started cheering for Pete as the host clapped as well and told him his speech was incredible. I zoned out the rest of the interview as I just thought about what Pete had said. I was so shocked I didn’t even notice that they had moved on from his segment into something else.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Pete’s number. It rang a few times before he answered with a groggy, “Hello?”

“Oh shit,” I said. “I forgot about time differences, did I wake you?”

“No,” he said. “Well, you did, but it’s not late here or anything. I was just feeling tired so I decided to try and nap. What’s up? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just...I was just watching your interview.”

“Oh.” He sounded more awake now. “Are you...you’re not upset with me, right?”

“Oh my God, no! Of course not! What you said in that interview was honestly the most amazing thing anyone has done for me.”

He chuckled a little. “It can’t have been that amazing.”

“You’d be surprised. Not everyone I’ve dated has been as understanding with my gender identity as you are. Most the people I’ve been with would prefer to call me she/her and call me their girlfriend even if I wasn’t comfortable with that, and others just didn’t really understand all that much.”

“See, that’s just shitty. You don’t deserve people like that in your life.”

“I know,” I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “They’re not in my life anymore. You are.”

I could hear his smile as he responded, “That’s true, and I’m forever grateful that you’re mine.”

“Come home soon, will you? I really miss you. The bed is too empty when I’m alone.”

“I promise I’ll be home as soon as possible.”

“I love you, you know.”

“I know, and I love you too.”

[constellaj]

top ten danny phantom episodes based solely on how gay dash is in them

i will not be ranking these based on plot, animation, or literally any other criteria ok here we go

10: Public Enemies

dash himself is not very gay in this one but danny does beat him up and he gets the angst of being possessed and not remembering what happens. also this screenshot is literally so gay

4/10 for wasted potential in proving dash is gay. this couldve gone so much harder. but bonus points for for passed out dash

9: Doctor’s Disorders

fellas is it gay to lock yourself in a bathroom stall so fenturd doesnt see the horrible monster youve become, tell him to ‘get away,’ and then pass out before being able to fight him despite being a school jock who could probably deal some damage and has a better immune system than the other kids? is it also gay to then when your entire life revolves around ghosts and having ghost powers to watch a sappy romcom while waiting for phantom to come save you? the answer is yes. 6/10 again it couldve gone harder

8: Frightmare

again dash himself isnt explicitly gay in this episode. but danny why is your ultimate dream scenario being best friends with dash and having him know your secret. it gets a higher rating than the other two bc its literally a wish fulfillment scenario aka 174% more gay. but mathematically speaking 2/10 for baiting me with dash in the first two minutes and then never bringing him back

7: Forever Phantom

“watch it, fentertainment tonight! i’m chasin’ a real somebody!” 10/10

also spending the entire episode devoted to hanging with phantom + another reference to the romance channel. not very nuanced but still very gay

6: Reality Trip

what do you think it means when the school jock finds out your secret, wastes exactly 0 time in helping you, and finds a way to shoehorn in giving you his clothes to wear while doing it. dash was only in this entire movie for like 4 minutes but damn if he wasnt homosexual for all of them 7/10

5: Ultimate Enemy

”but dash wasn’t even IN the ultimate enemy!!11!1!” EXACTLY. if older dash had been in the future with dark dan he simply would have smooched him and then there would have been no conflict. if younger dash had shown up to the big fight then dark dan wouldve broke down sobbing at what couldve been. they had to restrain dash from this entire episode bc of his power. 9/10 i know the truth.

4: Splitting Images

it is important to remember that dash has no goddamn idea that’s sidney. danny literally does 1 (one) nice thing for him and dash decides “ok well i will be his best friend and play football with him and be impressed by his skills and then throw a party and also put my hands on his shoulders several times.” this proves my point that if danny werent a little shit he and dash would already have been dating by the time the show starts. 8/10 for letting dash be mundanely gay instead of knowing anything about ghosts. it doesnt happen very often

3: Attack of the Killer Garage Sale

do you ever just get a tutor who happens to be the exact sister of that nerd you pick on and also call him a twink and then invite him to your party even though you do not have to and specifically tell him the dress code and get him at the popular kids table and then realize he might not have the money for the dress code so you intentionally seek him out to give him money for some computery thing you dont know about but you also also realize that probably isnt enough so last minute you change the entire dress code to something you know he has and wear his exact outfit to make him seem cool by comparison. do you ever do that.

also these two shots are back to back 10/10

2: Micro Management

the pièce de résistance of all dash content. im talking 20 minutes of nonstop dash. im talking taking every opportunity to talk about how cool phantom is. im talking abt getting grabbed by phantom to be saved by him. im talking abt having a mental breakdown cause you think youre not good enough. im talking about casually flirting via jokes. im talking being unable to stop thinking abt fenton even when youre face to face with your biggest hero. im talking about saying “we did it!!! :D” to cheer on said hero. im talking taking his hand. holding his hand. being lifted or pulled. im talking abt flipping the switch to save the day! im talking abt micro fucking management baybey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 12/10

but what in the goddamn world could have more gay dash than micro management??? well ill tell you

1: Pirate Radio

he SAVES him. he calls him a hero. they are on EQUAL FOOTING and they KNOW IT. they have MATCHING GODDAMN OUTFITS!!!!!!!!!!! dashs personality doesnt have to be absolutely scrapped for him to be gay (”but i will be wailing on you”) but he clearly DOES get better (”sorry, old habits.”) he puts his heart and soul into fighting side by side w danny and we dont even SEE dashs parents which means that is Not Exactly The Reason he Is Here. he also believes with 0 hesitation that fenton is capable of throwing a total rager. NO there is not as much dash here as in micro management but. i mean look at these screenshots. THIS is gay representation. THESE are some genuine fucking boyfriends. 18/10

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Yes Daddy

Here is the start of the other version of this request: 

Anonymous asked:

oof okay request - hear me out, loki finds out something about avenger!reader that she doesn’t want the others to know, but for his silence she has to agree to calling him “daddy” or ���sir” or something embarrassing for the rest of the day and of course loki makes the absolute most out of it in front of the others

Hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: A little choking. 

"Are you scared?" Loki asked teasingly. He was looking at you from the door frame of your room, wearing his sly, clever smirk. He had found your vibrator hiding in your nightstand drawer. It wouldn't have been an issue if it wasn't neon pink and a rabbit vibrator. Although you knew you shouldn't be embarrassed, you were. You were relatively new to the team and didn't want to spill those kinds of secrets just yet. You could tell Loki was waiting for an answer. Sighing, you took the devil's deal, "Fine Loki. You have a deal. I will refer to you as daddy for the next 24 hours so that you won't tell this secret to anyone". You immediately felt your stomach flip. You just made a deal with Mr. Can't keep a deal to save his life. Loki strolled away, holding his shoulders and head high, having this new power over you. You flopped back on your bed and cursed yourself for leaving it in such a stereotypical place.

A few moments later, you heard Cap calling your name from the living room. You heaved yourself up off the bed and dragged your feet to the living room, where Loki would also be ready to make you answer him the first second he could. Sure enough, when you were in sight of the living room, your eyes immediately connected with Loki's. 

"Hey Y/N, how old are you?" Cap asked from the chair he was in. 

"Y/A. Why?"  He didn't answer you, thought Nat just turned in her seat and yelled, " TOLD YA!" to Bucky. Bucky rolled his eyes and got up to go to his room. It was no offense to anyone. His social meter was completely dry. Lucky for you, it freed up a seat next to Nat instead of the one next to Loki. You went to sit down next to her dreading the moment that Loki addressed you. But it didn't seem to come. He just stayed silent and watched you squirm under his gaze. Eventually, Loki stood exiting the living room. Right when you thought you would be able to breathe a sigh of relief, he turned over his shoulder and asked, "Y/N, we didn't check with you. Would you be okay with Chinese food for dinner?" It was a simple enough question, but the simple enough answer wasn't simple for you. Because whether you answered yes or no, it had to end with that god-awful word "daddy." You gritted your teeth and ground out, "Yes, it is fine....daddy." Loki nodded his acknowledgment and walked out. Needless to say, everyone was staring at you, but no one dared ask or call you out. You thought to explain yourself but decided it was better to not and just leave it alone.

After a  while, everyone seemed to move on and forget about the incident, at least for the time being. Dinner had come, and everyone was piled into the living room again, eating. You were aware that Loki was in the room but again was staying relatively quiet, that was until You laughed a little too much at Thor’s terrible joke. You didn't notice how much it irritated Loki, and unfortunately, it made Loki want to hear that word leave your mouth. He had purposely chosen that word because he wanted to listen to it on your tongue as much as possible. "Y/N, did you get enough to eat?" 

You winced at the question but returned, "Yes, daddy, I did thank you." 

"Good, I am glad. Would you like me to get you anything I am getting up?”

"No, daddy, I still have a drink, thank you." You could tell everyone in the room was now entirely focused on the two of you and this odd exchange. It was all you could do to not throw something at Loki's head. Nobody said anything, so you broke the silence by standing, excusing yourself, and walking to your room. You knew there would be whispers about why you were saying "daddy," but you didn't care. You weren't going to break. You had made it to your room when you heard a noise behind you. You turned to see Loki standing in the doorway, "Why did you run away? Everyone was so intrigued as to why you were calling me daddy?" "I didn't run away. I excused myself - daddy."

"Oh, it certainly looked like running away. If you were upset, you could've just hidden behind my hilarious idiot brother", he sneered.

"You're jealous that I what, laughed at your brother's joke. Please, I knew you were always desperate for attention, but that's dumb even for you...daddy", you emphasized. Loki was on you in a flash. He had you pushed up against the wall with his hand wrapped around your throat. He moved his face to be centimeters away, "I am not jealous; I just want everyone to know what is mine." You didn't have time to register what he had said because he was crashing his lips into yours. He commanded the kiss with an intensity you hadn't expected. As much as you wanted to fight it, the kiss exploded, and it was terrific. You melted into it and let Loki take what he wanted. You went to wrap your arms around him, but he pulled his hand from your throat and used it with his other hand to pin your arms above you. He pulled away from the kiss, and you had to keep yourself from whimpering at the loss of the feeling. "You are my pet. You do what I tell you too. Understand?" You shook your head, not fully comprehending everything that was happening. "No, no, no pet, use your words," Loki whispered while softly biting and kissing your neck. You took a breathe and swallowed, trying to clear your head. "Yes, daddy, Yes, I understand."

"Excellent," Loki growled, "do not move." You stayed still with your hands pinned above you. Loki stepped back and admired your desperate form. He stepped forward, kissing you while grabbing your wrist and throat. He moved, kissing down your jaw bone to your neck and over to the pulse point behind your ear. "Aw, pet, you look lovely, all desperate and needy for me, but I have some reading to do." He pulled away, gave you one last kiss on the nose, and walked away, leaving you against the wall soaking wet and horribly horny. It was gonna be a long 24 hours at this rate, you thought with a sigh.